Look at the right eye [Extra chapter]

The name of the visitor is Tom, a tall foreigner with a height of 1.8 meters [-], with a handsome and straight nose, and a pair of deep eyes. The blue pupils show that this person is bottomless, and the brown hair is combed back. Hairspray for styling.

He was wearing a tailor-made suit and shiny leather shoes on his feet, but his steps were very hurried, which matched his expression at the moment.

Tom. came to the TIH men's clothing store all the way, and as soon as he took a step forward, a smile appeared on his face. He glanced at the employees standing stiffly and bowed their heads, so he naturally knew why the atmosphere was like this.

Tom stepped forward and spoke fluent English, and greeted with a smile on his face: "Mr. Yan, why are you free today?"

"Oh? Can't I come and have a look?" Yan Ziyan said.

"No, no, I mean, you can come and let me know, so I can show you around," Tom said.

"That's right," Yan Ziyan scanned every corner of the store, "I heard that TIH men's clothing, are you taking over?"

"Yes," Tom nodded, wiping off his sweat.

"Tom!" Yan Ziyan looked at him with an accentuated tone, and then scanned the store, "Is TIH unable to recruit people? You don't even understand the most basic etiquette of respecting customers, or do you mean that you, a manager, don't plan to be a manager?" gone?"

"No, no," Tom didn't expect Yan Ziyan to lose his temper suddenly, and the frozen smile on his face resumed, "It's my negligence."

Sensing that something was wrong, Meng Miao quickly pulled Yan Ziyan's sleeve and said, "Don't make trouble too embarrassing."

Yan Ziyan grabbed his hand, pulled him to ignore the one named Tom, and walked forward quickly.

Yan Ziyan sneered and caught sight of the hospital gowns in the trash can, and when he passed by the saleswoman, he was so angry that he felt sick again, and said, "You don't need to use it tomorrow."

After hearing this, the saleswoman raised her head abruptly, her eyes were red, and she looked at him in disbelief. The "why," just blurted out, was stopped by Tom in time.

With a half-smile on his face, Tom said, "Mr. Yan, go slowly."

Meng Miao turned her head and nodded with a smile, looked at the female saleswoman who was bending over and lowering her head, stopped and said, "You are Chinese, so you know that it is not easy for everyone who comes out to work. If you don't know how to respect others If so, why do others respect you? Whether customers buy clothes or not usually depends on your attitude."

"That's all I can say." Meng Miao broke away from Yan Ziyan's hand, walked up to the female salesperson, and held out her hand, "I apologize to you for the bad tone just now, but at the same time I hope you can give us your best wishes." Apologize."

The female salesperson looked at the hand stretched out in front of her with her head down, bit her lower lip and slowly raised her head, looking at the handsome young man in front of her, and finally understood why the manager Yan they talked about was the young man in front of her eyes .

The saleswoman stood straight and reached out to hold the palm in front of her, saying, "I apologize for what I did just now," then bent down and said, "I'm sorry."

"At the same time, thank you for your lesson, I will keep it in my heart," said the saleswoman.

Meng Miao didn't speak, but smiled slightly at her.As soon as the front foot stepped out of the threshold, he looked down at his clothes, and turned back, and at the same time grabbed Yan Ziyan's arm.

"What's wrong?" Yan Ziyan asked.

"Pay," Meng Miao said.

Yan Ziyan sighed, pinched his cheeks, and patted his head twice like petting a puppy. He pulled his hand out of his pocket and was stopped by manager Tom just as he took out his wallet.

Tom couldn't understand Chinese, but he also knew Yan Ziyan's move to take out his wallet, and walked up to them in a few steps with long legs.

Tom looked Meng Miao up and down, nodded appreciatively, stopped Yan Ziyan before he took out his card, and kept saying, "NONONO."

String after string of English words came out of Tom's mouth, "If you like the clothes, just take it as compensation for my dereliction of duty."

"Tom, what happened today, I don't want a second time," Yan Ziyan said.

"Yes, definitely," Tom assured.

Meng Miao took the wallet from Yan Ziyan's hand, took out a card from it and handed it to the saleswoman. When he spoke fluent English, Yan Ziyan looked at him in surprise.

He ignored it and said: "But you still have to pay for the clothes, after all, they are quite expensive."

Tom couldn't help chuckling, "You're really humorous."

"Where is it? It's really expensive. There is a saying in China that you don't get paid for nothing," Meng Miao shook her head and asked back while holding the card reader, "What's the password?"

"Your birthday," Yan Ziyan said with a smile.

"Oh," Meng Miao buried her slightly red face, and quickly pressed the password with her fingers.

As soon as he left the clothing store, he heard Tom in the store begin to question the female salesperson. His tone was quite fierce, but he heard all the way, "After get off work, go to the finance department to pay the salary and leave."

Meng Miao sighed and continued walking, then lay still on the railing. Looking down from above, the people standing in the hall looked like ants, and they were all exotic ants.

Yan Ziyan leaned to the side and tilted his head and asked, "When did your English become so good?"

"Hello!" Meng Miao was a little annoyed when she heard this sentence, she curled her lips and raised her head and said, "Has my English always been poor?"

"English," Yan Ziyan glanced at him and chuckled, "I don't know who was taught by the English teacher all day long in high school."

"I can't improve, don't underestimate people, okay?" Meng Miao rolled her eyes. She still remembered high school so clearly, but there was still a hint of sweetness in her heart. She cleared her throat and said, "When I was a freshman, every day Are you studying?"

"No wonder every time I go to your dormitory, the table is full of English books. I thought it was some classmate who is so positive." Yan Ziyan shook his head and chuckled, and then asked, "Then why don't you just study English? ?”

Meng Miao was about to answer when the word "I" just came out of her mouth. She glanced at Yan Ziyan, and suddenly didn't dare to say any more. She interrupted the topic and started to rush forward.

"Hey! What's the matter? I'm asking you something," Yan Ziyan shouted after chasing after him, insisting on asking clearly before giving up.

Meng Miao was so confused by him that she stopped a meter away from Yan Ziyan, suddenly turned around and yelled at him, saying, "It's not because the English department doesn't have you."

The passers-by stopped and turned their heads curiously to look at Meng Miao, who was blushing while saying something they didn't understand.

Time also allowed the Buddha statue to stop at this moment, only Yan Ziyan could move, walked across the pedestrian walk to Meng Miao, then hugged him and pressed him to his chest.

"So many people are watching, let go quickly," Meng Miao said.

"Not loose, even if beaten to death," Yan Ziyan acted coquettishly, and tightened his grip on his hand.

"Let go," Meng Miao struggled, but couldn't push it away, so she could only yell, even swearing: "I'm going to be smothered to death by you."

After shouting this sentence, Yan Ziyan immediately became weak, and even said a few words, "I'm loose."

"It's too bad not to be cruel to you," Meng Miao said.

"No," Yan Ziyan said as he hugged his head with both hands, lowered his head and stamped his forehead, "It's still cute now."

"What do you mean?" Meng Miao pushed him away, "Could it be that I wasn't cute before?"

After blurting out this sentence, Meng Miao thought about it a few more times in her heart, and felt something was wrong, she raised her head and said loudly: "No, I'm a man, how can I be described as cute, another word, another handsome. "

"Okay, handsome," Yan Ziyan patted his head helplessly, "You are the most handsome, okay."

"That's about the same," Meng Miao nodded in satisfaction, stood on tiptoe and quickly kissed his cheek, then blushed as if nothing had happened, and pulled him forward, "Hurry up and finish shopping, buy Let's go after dinner."

He took Yan Ziyan to the second clothing store instead of visiting the second clothing store. Instead, he went directly to the previous shoe store. With matching clothes, it was easy to choose shoes.

Meng Miao looked at the dazzling colors of leather shoes, picked out a pair of black ones, and sat on a stool, wearing them and chopping off her feet on the ground, which unexpectedly fit and was very comfortable.

He stood up and went to the mirror to have a look, turned around, spread his palms out and stuck out the tip of his tongue in embarrassment and smirked, before he could say anything, Yan Ziyan glanced at him, curled up his mouth and shook his head and smiled, from the wallet He took out his bank|bank|card and handed it to him.

"Let's go," Meng Miao came out after paying the bill, and patted Yan Ziyan who was lying on the side of the railing. When he turned around to look at himself, he flattered the bank|bank|card with both hands, "Here."

Yan Ziyan took the bank|bank|card from his palm, took out the wallet and put it in, smiled at him, put the wallet in his hand, and said, "Keep it safe."

Meng Miao was stunned for a while, then pretended to open the wallet, and when she saw the group photo of the wallet, the corners of her mouth inadvertently turned up, and then she stuffed it back into Yan Ziyan's hand, saying, "No, I'll take care of it if I lose it." I can't afford it."

"Pfft..." Yan Ziyan couldn't help laughing, and then hugged him from behind, "If you lose it, I will compensate you."

Meng Miao blushed all of a sudden, turned around quickly, put her hand in her ear and said loudly, "Ah? What are you talking about? It's too windy—I—listen—don't—see."

"Can't hear you, okay?" Yan Ziyan glanced at him and decided to plan, coughed twice and said, "What should I eat later, crayfish or steak or ramen..."

Before he finished talking about other food, someone's stomach started to growl, and the voice of "Gu~" was loud.

Meng Miao patted her disappointing stomach twice, swallowed her saliva, turned her head, raised her mouth and said, "I'm hungry."

Yan Ziyan smiled secretly, imitating the tone and style he had just said, "Ah? Feng~" But that's the end of the conversation, the reason is Meng Miao's sudden slap on his shoulder.

I heard Meng Miao say, "I want to eat crayfish."

But Yan Ziyan could only say: "OK!"

There's no way, who made him my daughter-in-law? After finally coaxing her back, I can't lose her again.