Chapter 18, Zip It Up
After buying a series of clothes, they were all packed into the car, and the second stop was accompanying Qiang Wei to buy clothes.
"You like purple, right? But wearing purple now is too ostentatious." "Just follow your taste, even if you wear it, it doesn't really matter." "Alright then, let's just go for something plain."
Zhang Fan furrowed his brows slightly, and Qiang Wei instantly burst into laughter, poking her finger at the spot between his eyebrows.
"Hahaha, and you said you liked it?"
"Even a normal person would frown, thinking they encountered something weird." "It doesn't matter, even if it's weird, as long as it's you, it's fine." "You're really a scumbag, saying such things, it will only make people leave, make them feel disgusted."
Listening to this, it sounded like a joke, didn't it? Whoever hears such words would feel bad.
When a girl gives money to buy clothes, it's good, and even better if she leads the way, or even wants to leave home.
Qiang Wei compared the two outfits and said, "I know, but there's a saying: girls chasing boys will never succeed. If you only strive for it, the guys will resist. It might disappoint you."
The sales assistant dared to say anything now. The boy was handsome, the girl was also pretty, but the girl was richer than the boy.
The temperament, conversation style, and overall demeanor all gave off the feeling of a noblewoman.
But then again, there's the kind of jealousy that all girls envy, isn't there?
It's just that while this boy looks like a beautiful man when sitting down, Zhang always belittles himself, really self-absorbed. Shouldn't it be natural for a boy to coax a girl? Why is it such a difficult thing for this boy?
"Do you like cheongsams?"
"Whatever, let's just buy something to wear. You know, waiting takes up a lot of time, right?" Humph.
Qiang Wei chose a purple cheongsam and went straight into the fitting room.
Zhang Fan was surprised by Qiang Wei's choice. She usually went for name brands, rarely going for cheaper options, but this time, she seemed quite happy to choose from the budget store.
"Zhang Fan."
"What?"
"Find another guy to help me."
Damn it.
Zhang Fan still went into the fitting room.
In the narrow space, Qiang Wei showed off her figure without reservation, standing in front of the mirror and saying, "You're kidding me, right?" "What do you mean? I'm just thinking about which one to wear. Is it Lee or Song? Both of them were beaten up, so it should be easy to decide, right? Forget it, I'll just ask."
After changing, Qiang Wei walked out and turned in place, saying, "How does it look? Does it look good?" "Yeah, it looks good."
"Huh, what's with the change this time?"
"I'm just telling the truth. It looks good because it looks good. The feeling is too real, too contrived. It just looks good." "Hahaha, as expected, our tastes are similar. I think it feels better when it's for family and friends. This kind of outfit is for them, but if you wear it like this, you'll like it. After all this time exercising, if you show it off, you'll feel good about yourself."
Strange worldview, but it seems to make sense.
It doesn't matter anymore.
The two got into the car again, with Qiang Wei wearing a short version of the cheongsam, which was quite ordinary and cost only two or three hundred yuan. She said it was for fun, but it was okay for private occasions. In reality, wearing it, you really need a certain temperament to pull it off.
With sunglasses on, anyone could.
Wearing a purple cheongsam, wearing sunglasses, driving a Rolls-Royce series sports car, it's mind-blowing. Doubtful, this street, at this moment, is filled with Qiang Wei's shadow and discussions.
The street vendor's worker, who was holding a beer bottle, chewed with relish, feeling envious and jealous.
The city is really nice, and the girl is really beautiful.
The car drove to the school area, and the guard let them pass. Following Zhang Fan's instructions, the car parked in front of the male dormitory building.
"We're here."
"Of course, this is compensation. Don't worry, because you got it, you feel like you owe something, and you're afraid you'll feel guilty if you don't return the favor. The car is there too. It's just that I don't have a driver's license yet, so I can't drive it." "I see. It's a Porsche 911, the latest series. If you're rich, you can like whatever you want. That's what you said, right? You like rich girls?" "I'm willing. I just want to break up. I'm angry. Let's just separate." "Angry? Flaunting wealth, boasting, normal guys will all have it. Boasting, that's strange, right? Still, it's the same old Zhang Fan, the one I like." "Really loves telling lies, huh? Let's go have dinner with our classmates tonight." "Alright, I'll accompany you."
After saying that, Qiang Wei locked the car, hugged Zhang Fan, and followed him into the male dormitory building.