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Chapter 18: Guest House

Go back to the quilt and lie down.

One night, in the hostel, Ye Zi heard four or five frequent knocks on the door back and forth, and she ignored it.

Later, I fell asleep only in the middle of the night.

Ye Zi, who was still sleeping, suddenly heard a knock on the door. This time, not only knocked on the door, but also accompanied by Yuan Yuan's loud voice.

Ye Zi, open the door.

Ye Zi opened her eyes in a daze and looked at her watch. It was almost ten o'clock.

I opened the door and found that Yuan Yuan had dressed herself up carefully.

Yuan Yuan complained, "Ye Zi, why did you get up so late? What time is it? Didn't you agree to go out yesterday?

Seeing that she was in excellent spirits, Ye Zi asked doubtfully, "Did you hear it last night? There was a strange knock outside the door?"

Yuan Yuan thought carefully, "Yes! And there is always shouting next door to my house.

Ye Zi was absent-minded for a moment and muttered in a low voice, "Everyone heard it. That's not strange."

Hearing this, Yuan Yuan smiled and said, "You are not so timid. You are scared by the knock on the door, are you?"

Ye Zi's face was full of redness and blush, and she retorted without confidence, "How come? Don't talk nonsense."

Yuan Yuan didn't expose it and urged Ye Zi, "Okay, you go and clean it up quickly. Let's have dinner and go out for a walk."

Han Dongmei told Ye Zi to lock the door last night just to remind her from living alone.

I never thought that her reminder would lead to Ye Zi's serious tension.

Ye Zi washed her face and tied her hair up.

Ye Zi had dinner with Yuan Yuan and left the hostel.

Yuan Yuan was full of curiosity about the city of Shanghai. She pulled Ye Zi and strolled around here and then took a look.

Ye Zi saw Greater Shanghai, full of a sense of the times.

Their family hangs around each other.

What is this? Yuan Yuan picked up a block blue and white bag.

It was hard inside. She pinched it in her hand, with the font of shampoo printed on it, which was rigidly omitted by her.

Yuan Yuan took the block plastic bag to Ye Zi. Ye Zi, look at it, "What is this?"

Ye Zi was curious. It was the first time she had seen the shampoo in this era.

Ye Zi pointed to the words on it, "There is a font on it, which is shampoo."

Yuan Yuan suddenly realized that it turned out to be shampoo. She has always washed her hair with alkaline noodles, and even shampoo was reluctant to buy it. She never knew that there was shampoo.

Ask the salesperson, "How do you use this?"

The salesperson looked squintly at Ye Zi and Yuan Yuan Yuan. Seeing that their steamed buns looked contemptuous and superior, "Soo cream, I haven't used this before. He dragged it up and said, and I'll tell you how to use it when you buy it."

Judging from her rustic appearance, she definitely can't afford it. She doesn't have to be polite to them.

Yuan Yuan didn't seem to listen to the salesman's words and asked with insufficient confidence, "How much does this cost?

There was a flash of malice in the salesperson's eyes. Looking at their appearance, it seemed that they were the first time they saw each other, so that they could make a price at will so that they could retreat in the face of difficulties.

Let them know that not everyone can afford such a thing, "Five yuan, do you buy it or not?

After listening to this price, Yuan Yuan took a breath of air conditioning, "You grab money! Just this small bag is so expensive."

Seeing her so scared that the salesperson looked even more despised.

"Yes, it's very expensive. If you can't afford it, don't pick it up casually, so as not to damage the packaging and it's not easy for me to sell if it gets dirty."

Yuan Yuan felt very uncomfortable after listening to the salesperson's words.

Speaking of money, she really puzzled her. She subconsciously put things on the counter. It's better not to break such a noble thing. She really can't afford to lose.

At this time, a woman dressed in a foreign style, with a perm hair, a small face, and a man beside her. The man's face was cold, but it did not affect his handsomeness at all.

He picked up Yuan Yuan's shampoo on the counter and asked the salesperson, "How much is the shampoo?

The salesperson immediately received him warmly, changing the previous nostrils.

"Three yuan, I'll wrap it for you if you want."

The woman looked at the tall and handsome man beside her shyly, "Brother Mingxuan, can you think this is okay?"

The man was always indifferent and said to the salesperson, "Pell it up."

Yuan Yuan was stunned while watching. She couldn't help asking and questioned the salesperson, "Didn't you just say five yuan? Why did it suddenly become three yuan?"