"Going back? Then why are you holding her clothes?" The colleague asked curiously.
"You talk a lot of bullshit today!" Feng Qitong said impatiently.
Then proceed to rinse the car.
After finishing the work at hand, Feng Qitong hurried back to her cubicle in the basement, then took out Tang Wan's clothes from the bag, put them on her face and smelled them for a long time.
It smells so good!
It's just that a rich lady like her would definitely not take a fancy to a poor boy like him.
Thinking of this, Feng Qitong couldn't help but look a little gloomy.
But soon, a dissatisfied expression appeared on his face.
So what if he is still a pauper
At least she didn't look down on him today, did she
Moreover, just because he is poor now does not mean that he will be poor in the future!
One day he will become rich, and at that time, he will definitely bring the most beautiful dresses in the world to her!
Thinking of this, Feng Qitong, who had no goals since he was a child and grew up rolling in the mud, had the urge to fight for one person for the first time!
He wants to get rich! He is going to be strong!
Only in this way can he be qualified to pursue her!
Otherwise, he can only watch her marry someone else!
Also, when she left today, she still called that person Brother Bai Ting!
snort!
This name is very annoying when you hear it!
He also wanted her to call him brother!
Afterwards, Feng Qitong sniffed Tang Wan's clothes for a while, worried that the oil stains on them would not be washed off after a long time, so she hurriedly took the clothes to a nearby dry cleaner.
The owner of the dry cleaner was a little surprised when he saw that he brought a silk skirt, "Xiaotong, where did you get the skirt? It's made of silk, and it costs tens of thousands?"
Feng Qitong was taken aback, "Tens of thousands? Really?"
"Of course! Huh? This is the model of some famous international brand! I checked, oh, I found it... women's high-end, one hundred and eighty-eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight yuan! This is cleaned and used as second-hand If the ones are sold, they can be sold for tens of thousands! Where did you get the clothes?" The boss took out the clothes information found on the mobile phone and showed Feng Qitong, asking.
Hearing this, Feng Qitong felt even more uncomfortable. The dress worth nearly 200,000 yuan was made like this by his one hand.
"It's nothing, this is the clothes of one of my customers. I accidentally stained it in the store today. I'll help her dry clean it before returning it. Uncle, please clean it for me! Otherwise, people will be dissatisfied and let me go back." Compensation is over!" Feng Qitong said.
But what he was worried about was not that Tang Wan asked him to pay, but that someone would come over and steal the dress and sell it, knowing that the dress was so expensive!
He has lived in this dark and evil street since he was a child, and he knows too well that the people here will do anything for money.
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"Don't worry, uncle will wash and update the same one for you, and you won't lose money!" said the boss.
"Okay, thanks, Uncle!" Feng Qitong smiled heartily.
"What are you being polite to uncle! You go back quickly! I'll call you to get it when I get back!" The boss smiled.
Feng Qitong can be regarded as they watched him grow up, the boy was very pitiful since he was a child, he was born without a mother, but he was very clever since he was a child, he could talk, and he would take the initiative to help them. Yes, so after a long time, there will naturally be a favor in it.