Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 1050 Social Death

It is this temporary syndrome that adds to the performance of the major luxury goods. Obviously, when

faced with two sets of clothing that meet the desire from both style and style, I made the mistake that

most women make.

Obviously a minute to solve the matter, I deliberated for nearly ten minutes, and finally decided to follow

the big data, both sets to take.

When I returned, the crowd was guarding the door of Snowy's fitting room and was discussing going to

me.

I jogged over with gusto, "Don't look for it, I'm back."

"But finally back, thought you live more and more back, in this kind of place can put yourself lost." Leo

said half-jokingly.

I gave a blank face and walked towards Jamie with the clothes in my arms, carrying one in one hand

and showing it to him, "Which one do you like?"

A trace of surprise flashed under Jamie's eyes, but she quickly regained her composure, and after

looking at Dennis next to her, she still shook her head and refused, "Jamie has a lot of clothes."

Why say no if you like it?

I don't care so much, put the clothes together and stuffed them into his arms, and pushed him towards

the fitting room, "How is that the same, this is hand picked by mommy, you must try it on, be good, go,

mommy is waiting outside~"

Jamie took two steps, turned back with the clothes again, to see Dennis' face.

I hurriedly took a step between the two, blocking their eye contact, and said in a serious manner, "This

is a matter between mom and Jamie, no need to ask other people's opinions, okay?"

Jamie smiled and his black grape-like eyes lit up as he hugged his clothes and nodded heavily, "Yeah! I

know!"

After smiling at me, he went happily into the fitting room.

Soon, Jamie changed into a casual two-piece suit in the main white tone, opened the door and walked

out.

The heart finally dropped, I was relieved to walk up and squat down in front of Jamie, to look at every

detail of the upper body.

Luckily, Jamie's body is a shrunken version of Dennis's, wearing everything like a tailor-made, very

appropriate.

"This is what a young boy of this age should look like, usually you either wear a school uniform or like

your father, a formal suit flaunting around, too stereotypical, from now on at home, wear the casual

clothes chosen by your mother, understand?"

Jamie's eyebrows arched into a crescent moon and he nodded happily.

Sure enough, what child doesn't look forward to receiving clothes hand-picked by their mother.

The man behind you was not expecting to hear the words of a child.

The next second, a cough with a warning sounded, "Ahem."

This was naturally from Dennis, so I turned my back on him, raised my eyebrows and pretended not to

hear anything.

It's Leo who never forgets to tear him down at any time, "Finally someone gets to the point."

A few children did not take his words into account, and the matter was left unresolved.

Choose the clothes, buy the bill, and then hit the road back home.

The elevator stopped in the underground garage and I was about to head out when Dennis stopped

me.

Snowy took two steps and realized we weren't following, so she pulled Clarie to a halt and asked with a

puzzled look, "Mommy, aren't you coming back with us?"

Without waiting for me to say anything, Dennis took over first, "Go wait for us in the car, your mom left

something at the mall, I'll go with her to get it."

"I didn't ......"

Only halfway through the conversation, Dennis had already stepped forward and pressed the elevator's

up button, so I had to swallow my words again.

The elevator door closed before I spoke again, "I came with just a bag and I still have it in my hand,

what did I leave behind?"

Dennis calmly watched the elevator floor keep changing, as if he did not hear, all unresponsive.

Silently following behind, in the blink of an eye, actually back to the mall's famous stores area, only

Dennis stopped this one, which obviously sells men's clothing.

Does this mean that he has to buy new clothes, just like children?

While thinking about it, Dennis had already lifted his feet and walked in.

Dennis's face in City P, is the common people's pass to get rich. Once you enter, you are immediately

taken by the guide to the most luxurious area of the store - every single pair here is from the hand of

the world-famous clothing designer, and unique.

And of course, the price is unique.

After the introduction, the guide was ready to sell to Dennis, "Mr. George, do you want a professional

stylist in the store to pick out a match for you?"

"No need." Dennis refused outright, turning to look at me, "You do it."

"Me?" I pointed to myself, "Are you sure?"

The children's clothes are matched in sets, so picking the wrong one won't be so bad.

Dennis put one hand in his pocket, his expression was serious, "What my wife said, those clothes are

too stereotypical, to please my wife, of course, according to her heart, to those uninteresting clothes, I

worry that sooner or later my wife will also lose interest in me, how can I afford this?"

Good guys, really still hold a grudge.

It just sounds weird, like I'm going to repudiate him if he doesn't change his dressing style?

The manager of the shopping guide, however, looked at me with surprise, probably not expecting to

receive two consecutive blows in such a short time.

The richest man came here with a hidden wife!

The shopkeeper soon regained her composure and served me flatteringly, "Mrs. George, may I make a

recommendation for you?"

With Dennis in the background, my "big woman" "perfect" image could not be more obvious, where

there is still the face to keep people on the side.

"No, I'll do it myself."

After saying that, they dived in, and confusedly chose two sets of moderate casual clothes, and Jamie's

is a color scheme, barely considered parent-child clothing.

Dennis is a clothes rack, do not need to try to know the effect on the body, let the guide according to

his size to take the clothes, then hurriedly swipe the card to leave.

Why are you in such a hurry?

Because I was the one who swiped the card!

Although Dennis quit his job at the George Group, he didn't even have the money to buy clothes, but

when he checked out, he made a state of asking questions, "How can I have money, it's always how

much you give me and how much I spend, isn't it, honey?"

The words came out, in addition to the manager, even the few waiters guarding our purchase order

looked at me strangely, simply a public execution ......

I vow never to go shopping alone with this man again!

After taking a sharp breath to calm down, I put on a calm smile and took out Leo's card, "Pay the bill."

The attendant skillfully took the card, slid it easily over the machine, and then offered it with both

hands, "Mrs. George your card, please take it."

"Hmm." Calmly took the card back, and on the spur of the moment, stiffly entered the scene with a

reminder, "Know where to send it, right?"

"Don't worry about this, Mr. George's residence, it's easy to inquire." The manager said with a pleasing

face.

I nodded my head to express my satisfaction and then walked out without looking back.

I didn't care if Dennis followed me or not, after making sure the clerks couldn't see me, I jerked my

steps towards the elevator. Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Ring the bell, run in, close the door, and take a big breath.

Whew...

It is obviously more humiliating to be superfluous than to be a big womanizer, but why do I feel that the

social death, is mine!