Chapter 482 They Stole My Child

Hearing Ning Xi's question, the beggar's body froze. He was talking nonstop just now, but now he suddenly turned into a gourd with a saw-mouthed mouth.

Ning Xi touched her chin and turned to leave.

After hearing the footsteps leaving, the beggar opened his eyes, still staring at the clothes on her body and the bags with the History trademark in her hands...

After a while, the beggar heard footsteps in his ears, and stopped in front of him. He shook the bowl of change at will, but heard a "dong" in his ears.

Opening his eyes, he saw a can of beer in front of him.

The beggar immediately got up and grabbed the can of beer. When he looked up, he found that it was the girl who went back and returned, and bought a dozen beers and placed it at his feet.

"What do you mean?" The beggar said suspiciously.

"Please, I have wine, and you have a story!" Ning Xi found a piece of newspaper and sat down on the floor.

The beggar opened the pull ring, took a sip of wine, and said in a dull tone, "I don't have a story..."

Ning Xi smiled, not in a hurry. After ten bottles, I'll see if you have a story!

She is a person who basically never minds her own business, but if it is something that arouses her interest, she must break the casserole and ask to the end until she finds it clear!

As a result, only three bottles were needed without ten bottles, and the beggar was already drunk and started talking to himself.

Ning Xi shook the beer in her hand, and took the opportunity to ask, "Now I'll ask you again, why do you know so much about this dress on me? You even know it's a half-finished product?"

"I know...of course I know...it...it's my child..." the beggar said intermittently.

"Huh? Your child?"

"They stole...stole my child..."

"What do you mean? Who stole your child?"

"History... stole my clothes!"

"Hey, do you still know about Nishang? Who the hell are you? You said that History stole your Nishang. Are you the designer of Nishang? But isn't the designer of Nishang Dai Wei?" Ning Xi became more interested, but He continued to pour him wine vigorously, "Come, come, drink more!"

The beggar killed two more cans and continued, "I'm the designer of the neon clothes...the only designer..."

Ning Xi raised her eyebrows, "If you say I'll believe you? Then I say I'm God!"

The beggar looked gloomy, "Believe it or not!"

Ning Xi rolled her eyes, took out her phone, and pulled out a photo album, which was full of her buyer's show wearing neon clothes, "Hey, since you said you were the only designer of neon clothes, now I'm going to test you! When did the clothes in my album go on the market and what series they belong to, this should be simple for you, right?"

The beggar glanced at the clothes in the album on Ning Xi's phone, his numb eyes suddenly burst into a dazzling light, but it was fleeting like a shooting star, and he murmured, "It's beautiful... it's so beautiful... ...they found the right owner for it..."

Hearing this, Ning Xi nodded in satisfaction, this guy finally said something nice.

After seeing those photos, the beggar finally raised some spirits and opened one of them, looking excited, "You even have this one?"