"On the official website, there is a picture of him!"

"Exactly the same!"

"Zhang Ping is indeed Versace's official supervisor in Yunzhou." Situ Feng's voice came from behind him again.

So far, Yuan Yuan was speechless.

The previous arrogance dissipated immediately, her pretty face flushed, but she couldn't say a word.

In my heart, only shame and doubt remained.

She couldn't figure it out.

If what Zhang Ping said is true, why would a manager of a big international brand come to the door in person to tailor clothes for a wimpy wife?

"Now, it's time to get out of the way, don't hinder my work, right?" Zhang Ping said coldly, Yuan Yuan didn't dare to speak anymore, and moved out of the way resentfully.

Zhang Ping, on the other hand, led the two assistants and walked forward.

However, halfway through, Zhang Ping turned around and said, "Miss, if you don't know that your body is a fake, I advise you to call the police, maybe you can recover the loss."

"In addition, our brand targets high-end people. If you don't have the purchasing power, I advise you not to spend blindly. Some scammers just caught your mentality of pretending to be rich and greedy for small things when you have no money, so they will be in the market. Great way."

Listening to Zhang Ping's words, Yuan Yuan didn't answer, and didn't have the face to answer.

The old face was flushed, and I just felt ashamed. I can't wait to dig a seam in the ground and get in.

Ye Fan, who had been silent all this time, also shook his head and smiled at this time: "Miss Yuan, it seems that your clothes worth tens of thousands of dollars are not as good as the ones on my Mucheng."

"Although what Mucheng is wearing is not a famous brand, it is at least genuine."

"It's better than some people who wear fake clothes and show off everywhere."

Ye Fan sipped his tea while talking.

Just now Yuan Yuan has been humiliating Qiu Mucheng intentionally or unintentionally, but Ye Fan has noticed it.

My own wife, how can I allow her to be humiliated?

Naturally, Ye Fan wanted to get back this face for Qiu Mucheng!

But Yuan Yuan exploded in an instant.

It's okay to be told by Zhang Ping, but now a wimpy son-in-law who comes to visit, dare to insult her?

"You worthless, you still have the face to criticize me? A trash, what right do you have to laugh at me? Yes, I didn't know anyone, and I bought a fake product, but the 18,000 yuan was actually given by my husband. I spent it. And you, are you willing to spend tens of thousands of yuan to buy clothes for Mucheng? You are a waste of soft food, maybe you have to rely on your wife for a hundred yuan, right?"

"You still have the face to mock me?"

"When you have the ability to let the director of Versace come to the door for you, it's not too late to laugh at my mother!"

Yuan Yuan scolded disdainfully.

Situ Feng laughed even more.

The fact that Qiu Mucheng married a worthless person has already spread among the classmates.

From their point of view, even if the supervisor really came to cut clothes for Qiu Mucheng today, it has absolutely nothing to do with Ye Fan. JrNovels.com