Fake daughter, she refuses to admit defeat

Mother Xia sent Xia Shan back to the bedroom, and wanted to say something, but he had already closed his eyes.

Mother Xia could only leave and close the door.

She felt sorry for her daughter, took out her mobile phone, logged into mobile banking, and transferred 20 yuan to her card.

She didn't forget to tell Xia Qing to save some money.

This girl's recent spending speed is indeed too fast.

Xia Qing left home angrily, and immediately smiled after receiving Xia's mother's transfer.

It's still her mother who loves her the most.

She asked a friend to go to the bar to play.

As soon as they entered the bar, they heard them talking about Xia Wenyue's studio.

Xia Qing casually dropped her bag, and asked casually, "Is her studio closed down?"

"It just opened today."

"Oh?" Xia Qing raised her eyebrows: "Is there no one going?"

"Contrary to what you said, her studio was almost overwhelmed by the flow of people."

Xia Qing didn't want to believe it: "Is it so hot?"

"Of course," said one of them, "I wanted to order a dress for a birthday party, but there were so many people in line that it wasn't my turn."

"Oh yes, I saw your father today."

Xia Qing narrowed her eyes dangerously.

No wonder Xia Shan felt that he was not up to the mark. It turned out that he went to Xia Wenyue's studio and felt that she was up to the mark.

Xia Qing sneered: "There will be more people on the opening day."

"Not necessarily. I saw the designers in the studio. They are all newcomers in the fashion design industry. Even if they don't become popular on the opening day in the future, they will definitely be able to develop steadily."

The other party's words were like a fishbone stuck in Xia Qing's throat, so uncomfortable that she wanted to dig it out.

She sneered: "If the reputation of the studio is ruined, can she stand up again?"

Everyone fell silent.

……

Xia Wenyue's studio business is doing well.

Gong Ping gave her a week's vacation to deal with the affairs here.

Xia Wenyue got Gong Ping's work schedule from Li Li, and knowing that he was not busy at noon, she called Gong Ping: "Doctor Gong, let's have lunch together?"

Gong Ping said concisely: "The location."

"There are a few good restaurants upstairs in our store. How about you come and find me in the store, and have dinner after I'm done?"

"it is good."

After getting Gong Ping's consent, the movements in Xia Wenyue's hands became faster.

Seeing Xia Wenyue who was working hard, the clerk joked, "Sister Yueyue, is your boyfriend coming to see you?"

Xia Wenyue paused: "Don't talk nonsense."

"We're not talking nonsense. After you answered the phone, you not only worked hard, but also had a smile on your face, as if you couldn't wait to see your lover."

The corner of Xia Wenyue's mouth twitched fiercely: "Yes, yes?"

"Do you need me to get you the mirror?"

"Need not."

Xia Wenyue lowered her head, she raised her hand to touch her face.

Does she have a smile on her face?

Xia Wenyue shook her head, put aside her messy thoughts, and went to change clothes in the changing room.

As soon as she left, a group of unexpected guests came to the store.

The leading bald man kicked away the model at the door.

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The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground attracted everyone's attention. When they saw a few people who looked like hooligans, they were a little scared. They picked up their mobile phones to call the police, but the man snatched them away. The clerk asked tremblingly, "What are you going to do? "

"Where's Xia Wenyue? When will you pay us back?"

Seeing someone looking for Xia Wenyue, the clerk immediately went to look for her in the changing room.

Xia Wenyue frowned: "Repay the money?"

When did she owe money?

Although she couldn't figure out why, Xia Wenyue went to the store anyway.

Because of the commotion in the store, there were many onlookers outside the door at this time. She looked at the man sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, "When did I owe you money?"

The bald man took out an IOU from his pocket: "It's written in black and white, do you still want to accept it?"

"How do I know if you forged this IOU?"

The man narrowed his eyes dangerously: "You made it clear that you don't want to pay me back, right?"

Xia Wenyue: "I didn't borrow your money, how can I pay it back?"

"I don't care about that. I have an IOU in my hand. If you don't give me the money, I will smash your shop."

Several people behind the man showed their sticks and threatened to smash Xia Wenyue's shop.

Xia Wenyue narrowed her eyes dangerously: "Are you here to find trouble?"

"We're here to ask for the bill. Even if you call the police station to arrest me, I'm justified."

"There is no king's law in this world anymore. Not only will you not pay back the money you owe us, but you will even call the police to arrest us."

"Do you know that just because you owed us money, my old mother can't afford to live in the hospital, and she is about to die of illness."

People tend to sympathize with the weak, and outsiders heard this and pointed at Xia Wenyue.

"Little girl, they brought all the IOUs, so you can return the money to them."

"That's right, you're carrying a brand-name bag, and it looks like you're not short of that money."

"You can't do conscientious things, or your store won't be able to open?"

Xia Wenyue was so angry that she explained: "I can carry a designer bag, which means that my family is well-off. Do I need to borrow money to open a store?"

The man immediately refuted her: "Who knows if this bag is fake? Did you buy it to support yourself?"

The way everyone looked at her changed.

Xia Wenyue was so angry that she had the urge to vomit blood.

So many people hated her, even if it was reasonable, it became unreasonable.

Xia Wenyue listened to the complaints from the crowd, her ears were buzzing, her blood was surging, she felt the world was spinning, and her body fell uncontrollably.

A strong arm passed under her, hugging her petite body into his arms.

Xia Wenyue's face was leaning against the man's warm embrace, and there was the familiar smell of disinfectant in her breath.

Her discomfort gradually eased, and she raised her head to meet Gong Ping's concerned gaze: "It's all right."

Xia Wenyue shook her head, feeling aggrieved at the same time: "I didn't borrow any money."

"I believe you."

With Xia Wenyue's savings, there is no need to borrow money to open a store like this.

These few people obviously came to touch porcelain.

Seeing the man's trust, Xia Wenyue stood up straight as if she had found a backbone.

Gong Ping asked coldly: "Who sent you here?"

The bald man looked at the cold Gong Ping, and was a little scared, but he still pouted and said, "No one was sent, we came here spontaneously to demand the debt."

Ah!

Gong Ping looked at the bald man: "Whose money did she borrow?"

A thin and small man came out: "I borrowed it from me."

Gong Ping looked him up and down: "How much did I borrow from you?"

The man opened his mouth and said, "50."

Gong Ping sneered: "Looking at you, eating is a problem, how can you get 50 to lend to her?"

When everyone saw the man's clothes, they didn't believe that he was the one who could lend 50 to others.