Chapter 299 Buying a Dress
Knowing that foreign men are reminding time, Uncle Wen is busy handing over the luggage in Laura's hand. "Let's go, let's go, it's not good to delay boarding."
Wen Qingye stopped at the cabin door for a while with one hand's luggage.
He looked at the two people standing side by side under the engine room, smiling at his lips: "Dad, Sister Sheng Sheng, I'm leaving. Wait for me to come back."
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Laura sent Uncle Wen back to the residential area and drove home alone.
Far away, when she saw a corner of the old house, a familiar Maibakh jumped into her eyes.
The speed gradually slowed down, and Laura finally parked next to Maibakh.
She rolled down the window and said uncertainly to the driver's seat opposite, "Marcus?"
As soon as the words sound just fell, the opposite window rolled down, revealing an extraordinary face of Zhang Junmei.
"Sheng Sheng." He called, and it was Marcus.
Laura laughed. "You wanted me? What can I do for you?"
"Here, this."
Marcus's white and slender fingers handed over Zhang Yanhong's invitation.
Laura took it and turned it over.
"You should know that I'm not usually interested in such things as banquets. Let alone this is a dance."
She said, not refusing, but simply wondering why Marcus suddenly invited her to the ball.
Marcus saw her doubts, he smiled helplessly: "This is my grandfather sent me, two."
"You mean Grandpa Mu …?" Laura knew it. She closed the invitation and put it aside. She whispered, "This old fox."
Marcus heard it, and he hooked his lips slightly. "If you don't want to go, there is no problem if you don't go."
Anyway, Qin's family has a great cause, and it's not a big deal to be absent from one or two people.
Laura waved his hand: "I don't want to go, just think of preparing makeup and hair dresses... a little headache."
Marcus thought about it and pushed open the door. "Shall I take you to buy it?"
Laura was a little embarrassed, but seeing Marcus take the initiative, she couldn't refuse.
Get off from good advice and sit in the passenger seat: "Let's go now."
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The largest gift shop in New York.
The dresses on the rows of hangers are gorgeous and exquisite, and they are overwhelmed.
Laura walked through an aisle intentionally and soon stopped in front of a line of dresses.
She picked out a goose yellow dress and compared it with her body. When she saw that the size was suitable, she handed it directly to the waiter behind her: "Just this one."
The waiter put the long skirt on his elbow, and she hesitated: "Miss, don't you look at a few more pieces, try them on?"
Which of the ladies and ladies she had entertained before was not carefully selected, but only wanted to be gorgeous at the banquet? You can't be as rude as Laura.
When Marcus heard the waiter's question, he came over, took a look at his long skirt, and couldn't help laughing.
"Just this one."
When the man spoke, the waiter didn't dare to ask again. She bent down respectfully and hurried to the counter, ready to pack and check out.
Laura stopped where she was. She glanced at Marcus. "You don't know what the skirt is like. You're not afraid I'll embarrass you then?"
Marcus smiled. "How come."
After settling the bill and avoiding wasting time, Laura went straight into the fitting room and put on his dress.
Marcus turned his back to the fitting mirror, looked up and looked around the shop until the curtain opened behind him, and then turned to look.
At one glance, his fundus flashed a trace of amazement.