Holding Li Yixue '

"Well, I can't compare with you. You look good in everything. I can't envy you."

Li Yixue said with a smile, holding her in one hand and holding her suitcase in the other, and walked out, "go, go back first, find a place to have a good chat."

"Well, good."

Qiao Ruoxi is very happy, happy life can have a good friend like Li Yixue.

She has a really good relationship with Li Yixue, so good that she even knows Li Xue's secret.

Li Yixue's secret has only been told to her. No one knows that she is the adopted daughter of the Tang family. Her official name is Tang Yixue.

But Li Yixue will correct her every time: [remember, I don't have a Tang family name. I have nothing to do with the Tang family. My name is Li Yixue. ]Qiao Ruoxi didn't know why her relationship with the Tang family broke up, or why she cried to study abroad. She only knew that no matter what Li Yixue called, she was her best friend.

She likes Li Yixue's character. She doesn't have the shelf of Miss Qianjin. Instead, she has a shrewd nature like a female Han paper.

Five years ago, Qiao's family fell down, and everyone fled from them like a plague. But Li Yixue did not. She still regarded her as her best friend.

Even when she was in the most difficult time, she borrowed money. Qiao Ruoxi will always remember this kindness.

She once swore that if Li Yixue needed her, she would go through fire and water for her.

On the way back by taxi, Li Yixue couldn't help asking, "I see you have been holding a dress. Whose is it?"

"Er..."

How to explain it?

Qiao Ruoxi wanted to rub muyunli's suit into his bag, but he was worried that his expensive suit would be damaged, so he could only hold it all the time.

Li Yixue learned about fashion design, especially about the texture and style of clothes. At a glance, she found that the suit in her hand was not an ordinary suit.

Take a look at the logo and take a breath of air-conditioner. "My God --"

"what's the matter?" Qiao Ruoxi was a little overwhelmed by her reaction.

"Shack white!"

Li Yixue was very excited, holding the clothes as if she had seen the God in her mind. She looked at her face and looked like, "my most adored designer ancestor, shawkebai, this pure handmade suit, is from his handwriting."

Qiao Ruoxi looks at the complicated pattern on the collar sign, but she doesn't understand it. She only knows about jewelry, but she's not very professional in clothing.

But she remembered that it seemed that all the suits of Fengyu South were made of this pattern.

it's as like as two peas. Two men are dressed alike.

Are rich men keen on this brand?

"Xi Xi, do you know how much this suit is worth?" Li Yixue asked.

Qiao Ruoxi thinks about the value of muyunli. He will not wear it for thousands of yuan. Then tens of thousands of yuan must be worn. With the wealth of others, there will be another 0.

"One hundred thousand?"

"A hundred thousand is just a change, OK? Every work of shawkleby is a treasure, worth at least ten million yuan. "

Li Yixue can't help but feel the suit and admire it.

Worth tens of millions?

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