Chapter Eighty-two Misunderstanding
Ning Qingmin brought over another skirt, and Du Hua stopped chatting with the salesperson to say nonchalantly, "If you like it, you should try it on. Just holding it up against yourself won't give you a sense of how it looks."
The salesperson took a look at the skirt in Ning Qing's hand and smiled, saying: "This style is slightly more fitted, completely different from the style that beautiful girls wear."
"It's okay to be different." Ning Qingmin glanced at herself in the mirror, pursed her lips and smiled: "I want to try other styles of clothes, I'm tired of wearing similar types all the time."
"Yes, take advantage of your youth and try out different styles!" The salesperson couldn't be happier to have a customer who is a fashion chameleon, buying every type of clothing to take home.
When Ning Qingming came out of the fitting room wearing a tight skirt, both the salesperson and Du Hujia were stunned at the same time. She was indeed completely different from her previous style.
Ning Qingmin is now trying on a super-soft woolen skirt with elastic threads, the fabric is very thin, light as if it doesn't exist, with a beautiful drape, clinging to her skin, outlining her slender waist that can be grasped in one hand. The V-shaped neckline has folds like a bow tie, highlighting her delicate collarbone.
The skirt's pleats were cut in a way that accentuated her slender figure, making it even more alluring. The bright color of the skirt set off her clear and delicate eyes, which sparkled with every glance, and her small lips looked rosy and inviting, making one want to steal a kiss.
"Is this really not suitable for me?" Ning Qing saw the salesperson and Du Huo's shocked expressions, both of them speechless, and she herself began to doubt her own judgment, carefully examining herself in the mirror.
"It's not that it doesn't suit you, it's just..." Du Huo Jia suddenly couldn't find the right words to describe, seeing Ning Qing Mian turn around in front of the mirror, her skirt fluttering lightly, a pair of slender white legs as smooth as jade under the skirt, and the pastel-colored sandals that sparkled dazzlingly. Her ankles were small and lovely, and he couldn't help but blurt out: "You'd better change back into your own clothes, this style doesn't suit a young girl."
The salesperson had originally prepared a bellyful of praise, but now swallowed it all back, choking to death, feeling extremely depressed. Is this series of styles suitable for girls or not? The skirt shows off the figure, isn't that un-girly?
Ning Qing felt it was okay at first. Du Huo's family also thought the skirt was a bit sexy. She slightly blushed and went in, quickly changing her clothes and coming out again.
"Much better!" Du Huajia looked at Ning Min, who was wearing a pure cotton plaid pleated long skirt. He nodded and said: "This skirt is still more suitable for you! Compared to the one you just tried on, this one is much better."
The salesperson secretly rolled her eyes. Why not just say it if you don't want your girlfriend to wear something too sexy? What's wrong with the skirt from my house?
Ning Qing saw the salesperson wanting to speak but hesitated and said awkwardly: "You recommend one for me, okay?"
The salesperson didn't say another word this time. She helped pick one out and handed it to Ning Qingmian, saying: "This one is absolutely from the girls' series. Try it on!"
Du Huajia looked at Ning Qingmian as she came out of the dressing room again. This time she nodded.
The skiing yarn, sleeves and skirt hem are slightly opened flower patterns, with a few small beads pinned on the shoulders, bringing a faint romantic atmosphere.
"Not bad, not bad! Classic!" Du Hujia picked up the cotton skirt that Ning Qingmin tried on for the first time and said: "This one is also good, let's buy it together!"
Ning Qingmian calmly looked at the price tag, although both were over a thousand, she could still afford it. She was about to head to the checkout counter when she saw Du Hua's family member already taking the bill towards the checkout counter. Hurriedly going over to intercept, she said in a low voice: "I'll pay for it myself!"
"Let me pay for you! Otherwise, the salesperson will laugh at me, a grown man accompanying a woman to buy clothes and not even having the ability to pay. Du Huajia blinked her eyes, "If you feel embarrassed, then please take me out for dinner!"
Seeing Du Hu's family like this, Ning Qing had to retreat back to the small sofa and sit down to wait. The salesperson said while tidying up the shelves: "Jing, your boyfriend is quite good."
"He's not my boyfriend!" Ning Qing saw the salesperson mistakenly think that Du Huo was her boyfriend, and a sweet feeling arose in her heart for no reason. However, she quickly reminded herself to stop, thinking that such an excellent man was already coveted by many women, and it wasn't necessary for her to become one of them.
"No way, you don't like him and won't admit he's your boyfriend? No wonder he asked me that earlier!" The salesgirl clenched her fists, her heart aching with sympathy. Such a handsome man, and there are actually people who don't like him?! With her discerning eye for luxury brands, she could tell that the light beige shirt he was wearing was made by a famous French designer, not something just anyone could afford. Why did she have to get married so early? If she were single now, she would definitely cherish the opportunity.
Ning Qing saw the salesperson's strange expression and couldn't help but ask: "What did he just ask you?"
The salesperson was about to respond when he looked up and saw Du Huajun coming over, sighed and said: "Nothing! I just feel like I have bad luck."
"You bought two skirts worth over a thousand yuan with me just now, and you're still unlucky?" Ning Qing said in surprise, "Did you write the price wrong?"
"No, I'm just sighing that I haven't met such a good man!" The salesgirl took the payment slip from Du's hand, folded the skirt and put it in the bag, and handed it over saying "Thank you for shopping!"
Du Hujia stretched out his hand and picked up the bag, smiling at Ning Qingmian: "It's your turn to treat me to dinner!"
The salesperson watched Du Huo and Ning Qingmiao walk away, muttering to herself: "Beautiful girl, don't waste your youth!"
Two people went to the restaurant and ordered food. Du saw Ning Qingmian pinching a green plant beside his seat with his hand, not saying a word, and also stretched out his hand to flick the plant, laughing and saying: "Why aren't you speaking?"
"I don't want to say it, so I won't!" Ning Qing was feeling depressed, thinking that she and Du Huo were just strolling around and eating together like a couple, but they clearly weren't!
Ning Qingmin finished speaking, but didn't see Du Hua's response. She looked up to find Du Hua supporting her chin with one hand and staring at her with sparkling eyes. Ning Qingmin's heart skipped a beat as she blurted out: "You keep looking at me like that today, is it because I look more like your little aunt without my glasses?"
"The reason I look at you like this is that I find you don't really resemble my little aunt, and it's strange to think how I could have thought so before!" Du Huo Jia's eyes flashed with amusement, but he maintained a serious expression, gazing intently at Ning Qing. "I must take a good look!"
"What else are you looking at?" Ning Qing muttered under her breath, but felt that her face was getting thinner and seemed to be burning with a scorching sensation, slowly turning red.
"I'm going to the restroom!" Ning Qingming's heart was racing as she stood up and hastily walked forward.
"Wait!" Du Hu's family called out to her, pointing behind her and saying: "The restroom is over there, you're going in the wrong direction!"
"Oh, thank you! I thought you wanted to accompany me to the bathroom." Ning Qing's words had barely left her mouth when she almost bit off her own tongue, wondering how she had managed to say something so ambiguous.
Jing Qingmin almost ran towards the bathroom, and Du Hujia suddenly chuckled.
