Why don’t you explain why you’re here picking out diamond rings and shopping for baby products with a woman!
At this mont, all the imagined scenarios Jian Anning had planned—maintaining composure even if they broke up, keeping her dignity, not acting like a scorned woman chasing after soone and losing all her dignity—vanished. She only felt a rush of anger, wishing she could rush over to those two people and deal with the scumbag and the bitch!
Thinking this, she dashed out from the side of the counter. Who knew, she tried to rush forward but didn’t move; it turned out her wig was caught on the store’s display rack!
"Miss, what’s wrong?" The store clerk was startled. Although this custor seed exceptionally strange, no matter what, it wouldn’t do for sothing to happen in their store. Jian Anning looked embarrassed, turned around and tried to untangle it, unexpectedly finding that the wig was quite sturdy and firmly hooked onto the rack, even her pulling couldn’t free it.
Jian Anning’s face turned even redder; she’d never been this embarrassed in her life! She pulled a couple more tis, but the hair didn’t budge at all. Instead, due to her pulling, the fine strands of hair got stuck even tighter in the crevices. Moreover, as she continued to pull, there was a risk that the display rack would co crashing down, and the rchandise was teetering.
The store clerk was also shocked. Seeing that if she exerted more force, the rack might be destroyed, she quickly said, "Ma’am, don’t move, I’ll bring scissors."
Hearing that they were going to bring scissors, Jian Anning was even more speechless. This ti, she had made a real fool of herself! Her face flushed red, she finally managed to say, "No, there’s no need."
Actually, due to the tugging and pulling, there was a sign that the wig might fall off on its own. Even if they cut it, she would end up with a crooked wig, unable to face anyone!
"How can that be?" The store clerk thought she was worried about ruining her hair, so anxiously she borrowed scissors from a nearby counter, intending to help her out. Jian Anning’s face turned crimson as she shook her head vigorously, decisively giving a strong pull, yanking off the wig.
Moreover, since she pulled so hard, her mask was also pulled off.
How does one describe this feeling?
It’s like a beggar squatting on the street eating food suddenly transforms into a glamorous and brilliant CEO.
The wig Jian Anning wore was short; when it was pulled off, her long, black, shiny hair cascaded down. Along with the removal of her mask, this person who just looked bizarre and scruffy suddenly transford, leaving the store clerk holding scissors in a daze.
"You, you you you you..."
Jian Anning felt a bit embarrassed. After all, this was her most awkward mont. Just as she wanted to say sothing, suddenly, a man’s voice ca from behind her: "Anning?"
Jian Anning froze, her previously taut back instantly sagged!
This, this man’s voice is?
—Situ Xuan?
She turned around and sure enough, standing behind her with an uncertain but concerned look was none other than Situ Xuan. Who else could it be?
At that mont, Jian Anning’s embarrassnt was unparalleled! What could be more humiliating than having her gossip boyfriend see her in such a sorry and pitiful state?
Her hair was a ss, her expression was contorted; it was as if she had big bold letters written across her face: I am a discarded woman!
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