Chapter 383: Poor people need to make choices

He glanced at the bag that the clerk held in his hand and thought it was really good. He nodded: "Well, the three colors are wrapped together."
The clerk's eyes light up instantly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth can't stop: "Okay, sir, please wait a moment, we will pack it for you immediately."
Three bags were sold in one go, and the clerk left with a happy face.
Qiao Mianmong froze for a few seconds, staring at him with wide eyes: "You bought three bags?"
"Ok."
"But, I only plan to buy one."
Mo Yesi hooked his lips and looked at her with charming eyes, and his voice was low: "Buy as many as you like. Don't worry about the money, don't you say I pay?"
He purposely accompanied her to visit the mall, but not to let her buy things for others.
And Wei Zheng said, women like bags.
He naturally bought her a few more.
Qiao Mianmian: "But this is the gift I bought for Lolo, how can I make it..."
The rest of the talk was interrupted: "We are both husband and wife. After marriage, the husband and wife's property is common property. My money is your money. There is no difference between spending mine and spending yours."
"..."
This... seems to make sense.
"However, you don't need to buy three colors with one style."
This is too extravagant.
"Do you like the other two colors?"
"Like, but..."
"If you like it, you can buy it. It is not without money."
Qiao Mianmian: "..."
Sure enough, poor people need to make choices.
Rich people are not needed.
So, her choice difficulty, in the final analysis, is because she has no money.
If you have money, will it be difficult to choose?

After buying the bag, Qiao Mianmian wanted to leave the mall.
It took hundreds of thousands to go out so casually.
Although Mo Yesi swiped the card to pay, her heart would still hurt.
Mo Yesi seemed to want to continue shopping. He took the initiative to carry the bag. The president of Tang Mo Mo had a bag in his left hand and a bag in his right hand, carrying it willingly.
"This is going back?"
When he heard Qiao Mianmian say he wanted to go back, he froze and raised his eyebrows: "Don't want to go shopping anymore? Is there anything else you want to buy? Since they all went out to shop, they bought it together."
For Mo Yesi, this consumption is too little too little.
He wanted to spend more money on his woman.
Yan Shaoqing spent money on his bedmates, and they all smashed millions.
His own wife, Mrs. Mo Shaotang, who was Mo Yesi's wife, could not spend three or four hundred thousand yuan in a shopping mall.
Qiao Mianmian: "...I have nothing to buy. It's not too early, let's go back."
Continue to sway outside, maybe a few hundred thousand flowers will go out in a while.
Mo Yesi was silent for a while, and said, "There is a jewelry store downstairs. Do you want to see the jewelry?"
Qiao Mianmian pulled the corner of his mouth: "No need."
"What about clothes and shoes?" Mo Yesi didn't want to leave like this, and wanted to buy her something more, "Do you want to buy something?"
Qiao Mianmian: "... Didn't the Ren Butler buy a lot? A lot of trademarks haven't been opened yet."
"But, don't you women never think that there are too many clothes?" Mo Yesi thought about it, "then skin care products? Is there anything missing, do you need to buy something?"
"..."
Qiao Mianmian looked at the man who wanted to keep her shopping, and said a little funny: "Mo Yesi, do you want me to continue buying and buying rhythm?"