Chapter 45 - Ch 45

Grass.

  Hurry, hurry, hurry.

  At that time, I was busy looking for photos and didn't look at them carefully at all.

  Moreover, Fu Yingcheng's arrogance was engraved in his bones and he did not show it off to others. He never told her about work matters, and she wisely never asked.

  "Your job is to open a company..."

  Ji Fanling was like a student who was punished by the teacher for endorsement. He was spinning his beads for a long time, and finally said stiffly with a paralyzed face that was holding on even if the sky fell. :

  "You don't know what you do, and you still want to ask me?"

  After she said that, she turned and left. Her ears were so hot that she didn't dare to look at Fu Yingcheng's expression.

  He only heard a muffled laugh coming from behind him, a low and sweet sound.

  *

  Ji Fanling walked aside with a straight face, bowed her head and fiercely quit Baidu, and sent the photo to Zhou Sui. Zhou Sui was probably busy and did not reply.

  But when the clerk saw her put on her coat, she enthusiastically said, "Oh! What a beautiful sister, this dress looks better unbuttoned. It's best to wear it open like this..."

  The clerk unbuttoned it for her. , was surprised to find that she was wearing an old Baba's autumn school uniform jacket, blue and white, with a zipper.

  "Is this... a school uniform?"

  Ji Fanling raised his head and read without emotion: "I love No. 1 Middle School, No. 1 Middle School loves me."

  Fu Yingcheng, who was picking out clothes next to him, heard this and seemed to be in a good mood. She opened her mouth and said, "Bring her some inner wear."

  The clerk immediately said, "Okay."

  The clerk said "pretty sister" and coaxed and lied to her with a smile. Ji Fanling was stuffed with a few inner wear without any resistance. He took off his bottom shirt and was pushed into the fitting room.

  A few minutes later, Ji Fanling opened the curtain.

  The clerk looked up, chuckled, tapped the middle of her neck and said, "It's on backwards, that's the button on the back of the neck... I'll help you put it on."

  She was a generous northern girl, and seeing that the girl was not old, , the companion was a man, and he couldn't help, so he got into the fitting room.

  Ji Fanling opened his mouth, took two awkward steps back, and pressed his back against the wall.

  She subconsciously resisted being too close

  , but she didn't want to show her resistance.

  She was still stiff, but the girl quickly moved to help her take off her clothes.

  The moment her clothes were lifted up, Ji Fanling came to her senses and shouted hastily: "Wait a minute..."

  "Ah!" The clerk cried out as if he had been burned.

  The frightened scream was unusually abrupt in the quiet shop.

  Fu Yingcheng put down the things in his hands and frowned: "What's wrong?"

  Another male clerk hurriedly ran to the fitting room: "What happened?"

  In the small fitting room.

  Ji Fanling lowered his eyes and took off his clothes to cover the hideous scars on his body.

  The clerk girl in front of her stuttered: "It's okay, don't come in!" The end of her voice was trembling unnaturally.

  On the contrary, it is even more suspicious.

  "Are you okay?" she asked the girl in a low voice.

  "Should I ask you this?" Ji Fanling raised his eyes and said slowly.

  "Are your injuries...are you in danger?" The clerk hurriedly took out his mobile phone, "Do you need to call the police? We have surveillance in the store. Trust me, you are safe."

  Ji Fanling held her hand down: "I It's okay."

  "Did the person who came with you do it?" The clerk was shocked and angry. "I just saw him asking you."

  She was picking up the goods from a distance and couldn't hear the two of them talking. , only saw the girl lowering her head from a distance, the top of her head only reached the height of the man's chest, her slender back was stiff and uneasy.

  The man was about 1.87 meters tall, and his dark eyes were condescending when he looked at people.

  Although he has a handsome face, he doesn't have much affinity. Instead, he has a cold and unfeeling look.

  The woolen coat he took off was held in his arms. Under the tight shirt, the muscles of his arms were well-lined and showed obvious signs of exercise.

  The raised knuckles, wrist bones, Adam's apple, and veins on the back of the hands all contain a sense of strength.

  ...Such a size difference.

  It seemed like one hand could hold the girl firmly.

  "Has he been controlling you, threatening you, and abusing you? Speaking of which, he didn't let you choose your own clothes or take photos. When you turned your back to him, he kept staring at you!"

  the clerk said more and more . He became more and more excited: "Did he beat you when you disobeyed? Did he leave those scars? Oh my God, you are a minor, how could he do such a heartbreaking thing?"

  Ji Fanling: "..." Where the hell is this going?

  Fu Yingcheng Feng Ping was brutally killed.

  "Indeed, he doesn't look like a good person."

  Ji Fanling pinched the corner of his clothes and looked away awkwardly, "But he is actually quite nice... very good."

  The clerk was doubtful: "Really?"

  "Yeah. , thank you." Ji Fanling looked at her, as if she was looking at Zhou Sui who cried like a rabbit when he found a small injury on her body, patted her arm stiffly, and showed her sister's expression He said, "Those are all injuries I suffered ten years ago."

  "...It's all gone, a long time ago."

  *

  After the clerk girl came out of the fitting room, she smiled and explained to the customers in the store that she had seen It's a small bug, it's been solved, don't worry.

  Fu Yingcheng glanced at the still closed fitting room door, not believing any of her clumsy lies.

  Another male clerk ran over and whispered: "What's going on? Aren't you afraid of insects?" The clerk girl knew that she couldn't hide it, so   she

  had to say: "That girl has scars on her body."

Blocked by the shelves, Fu Yingcheng quietly walked closer to their position.

  "What's wrong with the customer having a scar? What's your name?" The male clerk disagreed, "How rude."