Chapter 1127: Give up my life for you, but dare not love you (1)

Char arrogantly replied to the female store manager, turned around and raised his foot, and walked over in front of the female store manager.
Ji Chicheng followed his steps.
Under the leadership of the female store manager, they went to a hall where many models were standing, and each dress was extraordinary.
"This one can be received by the side, the others don't need to be changed."
"OK."
"Vick, Mr. Char is here."
"Hello Mr. Char, I'm sorry to keep you waiting."
"Where's the clothes?"
A pink gauze strap was placed on the model's shoulder. He reached out and took it down, wrapped his hands behind the model's back, and changed the gauze strap around the model's waist.
Then tied a loose knot on the right side of the model's waist, only one.
He stared again, shaking his head, dissatisfied.
He reached out and lifted the tail of the tulle belt, pulled it apart, took a pair of scissors next to it, cut both ends of the belt, and then tied it into two bows.
Put it down again, pounding the skirt against the thigh.
The corner of his mouth was gradually showing a satisfied smile, and a voice of praise suddenly came from behind him, "Master Char is really great."
All of a sudden, the inexplicable pleasure in his heart was driven away.
Ji Chicheng looked cold.
The designer and brand design director of this dress walked up to him, took a look at the little dress worn by the model in front of him, and was full of praise for Ji Chicheng.
"Has Master Char ever studied design? It's great. It helped us find inspiration so easily."
"When we think about it now, we all feel that such a belt, which is tied so casually, will not only have no characteristics, but will reduce the sense of fashion, so that it will be tied into two bows and immediately restored the original sense of playfulness."
They are not flattering, they really feel great.
After being praised, Ji Chicheng was still expressionless, with no sense of accomplishment at all, staring at the dress intently.
On the contrary, Char, very proud, "If you can think of it, then your surname is Char."
In his mind, the surname of Char is the surname of God, and it is supreme, especially his son.
"..."
The designer was choked by Char's words and was speechless.
Char didn't look at their suffocation, smiled slightly and looked at Ji Chicheng and said, "Cheng, come and try these suits."
"Don't want to try."
Ji Chicheng rejected Char without mercy.
Turning around and walking towards the door without looking back.
Charl looked at his arrogant back, really helpless, there was nothing to do.
"All sent to my car."
After giving an order to the female store manager, Char's long legs moved away and caught up with Ji Chicheng.
Apart from the dress shop, Ji Chicheng didn't get in the car, but walked straight to the street. When he reached the street, he stopped and looked at the pedestrians coming and going on the street.
He hesitated in his footsteps for a while, then stepped away and walked into the street.
Char followed him, followed by their bodyguards, a group of people, very eye-catching.
Some people even recognized Char and secretly took pictures of him with their mobile phones.
Char was disgusted and stretched out his hand to his entourage. The entourage immediately understood what he meant and handed him his mobile phone.
Char took the phone, dialed a shortcut number, put the phone to his ear, "I'm in the shopping street, order to go down, let them to maintain law and order."
"Let's go back."
Char gave an order, and without waiting for the person over the phone to answer him, Ji Chicheng suddenly stopped, turned around coldly, and walked back.