The next day, Lu Zhiwei made an appointment with Song Chujiu, and Song Chujiu agreed.

When she saw Bai Ziyi in front of the mall, she did not show any surprise.

When Lu Zhiwei saw her, she smiled and greeted her.

"I've been so busy lately that I haven't even had time to go shopping. This time I just squeezed out such a week to go shopping in the mall and buy some clothes for myself."

Song Chujiu often goes shopping with Xiao Rong, but he doesn't think there is any problem.

She looked at Bai Ziyi beside her.

Most men don’t like shopping, and people like Bai Ziyi who like to play extreme sports probably won’t like it.

Bai Ziyi was wearing a casual outfit with his hands in his pockets. After touching the eyes of the two women, his eyebrows raised slightly.

"What's wrong?"

Lu Zhiwei smiled and said, "There will be no problem with going shopping with us, right?"

Bai Ziyi's expression was lazy, "I just happened to go shopping very little. I came here one after another, which is a fresh experience. Maybe I can also find the fun in it."

Song Chujiu: "..."

Lu Zhiwei really has no time to go shopping. She started buying while she finally had time and had friends.

Lu Zhiwei is a ladylike person. She tried several dresses and the results were very good.

She looked at Song Chujiu on the side.

Perhaps because of professional relationship, Song Chujiu rarely had dresses, but he only had formal shirts and ladies' trousers.

"Chu Ninth Festival, come and try it too."

As he said that, despite Song Chujiu's opposition, he took a few clothes and asked Song Chujiu to try it out.

Song Chujiu couldn't bear to wiping Lu Zhiwei's kindness, so he had to try it casually.

After Song Chujiu walked out, Lu Zhiwei's eyes lit up.

"It's very beautiful! This style of clothing is also very suitable for the ninth day of the lunar calendar."

Song Chujiu is beautiful and looks good in everything she wears, but after becoming the president, she cannot dress too casually and is always working, so there are very few types of clothes.

Song Chujiu looked at himself in the mirror and felt it was very suitable.

"Pack it up."

Song Chujiu and Lu Zhiwei chose a few more clothes, and Bai Ziyi kept watching from the side without saying a word.

When asked how he was, he just repeated a few words over and over again.

Not bad, okay.

So Song Chujiu and Lu Zhiwei stopped asking.

The clothes were almost done, and Song Chujiu had to pay the money when he walked to the counter.

"Please help me settle the lady's account together."

Song Chujiu handed over a bank card.

Before the collector took it over, he handed over a black card with his other slender hand.

"I'll do it."

Song Chujiu turned his head and saw Bai Ziyi standing behind her.

"No, I'll do it."

A casual smile appeared on Bai Ziyi's face, "Chujiu, are you slapping me in the face?"

Song Chujiu showed a surprised expression.

Bai Ziyi said lightly: "Your behavior will make others mistakenly think that I am a novice."

“…Where is this statement?”

The payee looked at the two of them in embarrassment, not knowing who to pick them up.

Lu Zhiwei came over and said to Song Chujiu: "Chujiu, you have been busy with work over the years and have even forgotten about this, right? Let him pay."

None of them are short of money, so it doesn't matter who pays, and it's not even a favor.

Song Chujiu looked around and found that many people were indeed paying attention to this place, with a strange expression.

Song Chujiu did not insist anymore and took back his card.
Chapter completed!