Chapter 620 Hello Meat Buns

Uh……

Looking at his sneakers, Qin Luo was worried that they would be worn out.

LV, the full name of Louis Vuitton, founded in 1854, is one of the world's leading luxury brands, mainly engaged in fashion, shoes, watches, accessories and jewelry, providing customers with a French aristocratic experience.

Perhaps because the Spring Festival is approaching, there are many people in the store, most of them are customers buying gifts.

"How about this one?" O Yilin picked up a belt from the counter and said with a smile.

It's a crocodile leather belt, it's black in color, and it's in a nice style.

But one thing that makes Qin Luo less satisfied is that it is treated with patent leather, and the whole belt looks very bright and shiny.

As far as Qin Luo felt, Qin Lin's character should not like such a patent leather belt very much.

Like Qin Luo, Qin Lin is not a flamboyant person.

"If only it wasn't patent leather," Qin Luo said.

Ou Yilin nodded, stretched out her hand and beckoned to the waiter, saying, "The belt of the same style, give me the unpainted one."

"Please wait……"

The waiter nodded, turned to leave, and about two minutes later, she came out again with a leash.

"How much?" Qin Luo asked.

"Three thousand eight."

Uh……

Qin Luo's eyelids jumped wildly.

Sure enough, the things in the luxury store highlight one word: luxury.

Simply, he is now a rich little rich man.

"Since he doesn't want it, wrap it up for me." Just as Qin Luo was about to speak, a voice entered Qin Luo's ear.

Soon a middle-aged man with a pot belly came over, and beside him, followed by a fashionably dressed woman with heavy makeup.

I don't know why, seeing this woman in front of me, Qin Luo suddenly thought of a song by a famous host of Hunan Satellite TV: I hope to be in your shopping.

Fendi, Gucci, Tiffany, Burberry...

The woman in front of me is the true portrayal of this song.

"Sir, this belt is the item selected by this gentleman." The shopping guide explained with a smile.

"He? Sir?" Hearing the words of the shopping guide, the middle-aged man burst into joy, and said with disdain: "How dare you be worthy of the title of Mr.?"

A sportswear, a pair of white casual shoes.

Add a piece all over the body, no more than 1000 yuan.

Such a person has also been addicted to the eye, as for buying? That is absolutely impossible to buy.

Of course, the riots here attracted the attention of the shopping crowd, but they just watched, and no one came up to persuade them.

They don't bother to waste their saliva when it has nothing to do with themselves hanging up high and things that have nothing to do with them.

Bumper? Can't match?

Qin Luo shrugged his shoulders, looked at the middle-aged man seriously, and said with a smile: "You are not a bun, are you a meat bun?"

Meat buns?

Qin Luo's sentence immediately caused a chuckle.

Not to mention, the middle-aged man's potbellied appearance really looks like a meat bun.

"What did you say? Have the courage to say it again!" The middle-aged man was suddenly furious.

It was the first time he was called a meat bun when he grew up so big, which made him furious.

To be honest, Qin Luo had never heard of such a cheap request.

In order to show respect, Qin Luo looked at each other seriously and said, "Hello, meat buns!"

"Hahaha, Wori, this is too funny..."