Chapter 1127 Give up Your Life for You, but Dare Not Love You (1)

Charl replied arrogantly to the female store manager, turned around and walked past the female store manager.

Ji Chicheng followed in his footsteps.

Led by the female store manager, they arrived at a hall where many models stood, each dress was extraordinary and refined.

"It's fine to put this one aside, and the others don't need to be changed."

"OK."

"Vic, Mr. Charles is here."

"Hello, Mr. Char, I'm sorry to keep you waiting."

"Where are the clothes?"

There was a pink tulle belt on the model's shoulders. He reached out to take it off, put his hands around the model's back, and changed the tulle belt around the model's waist.

Then, on the right side of the model's waist, a loose knot is tied, tied only once.

He stared again, shaking his head, dissatisfied.

He reached out and picked up the tail of the tulle ribbon, pulled it apart, picked up a pair of scissors nearby, cut off both ends of the ribbon, and tied it into two bows.

Put it down again, and hit the position where the hem of the skirt is next to the thigh.

The corner of his mouth was gradually revealing a satisfied smile, and suddenly there was a voice praising him from behind, "Master Char is really great."

All of a sudden, the inexplicable joy in his heart was driven away.

Ji Chicheng turned cold.

The designer and brand design director of this dress came to his side, took a look at the little dress worn by the model in front of him, and praised Ji Chicheng full of praise.

"Has Master Charles ever studied design? It's great, he helped us find inspiration so easily."

"When we think about it now, we all feel that such a belt, tied so casually, will not only have no characteristics, but will reduce the sense of fashion. Tie it into two bows, and immediately restore the original sense of playfulness."

They're not flattering, they really think it's great.

Being praised, Ji Chicheng remained expressionless, without any sense of accomplishment, staring at the dress intently.

It was Char, who was very proud, "If you can think of it, then your surname is also Char."

In his mind, the surname Char is the surname of a god and is supreme, especially his son Char.

"..."

The designer was speechless at Charle's words.

Char didn't look at their suffocated looks, he smiled slightly and looked at Ji Chicheng and said, "Cheng, come and try these suits."

"I don't want to try."

Ji Chicheng rejected Char without mercy.

He turned around and walked out the door without looking back.

Looking at his aloof back, Charl felt helpless, there was nothing he could do.

"Take it all to my car."

After giving instructions to the female store manager, Charle also moved away with long legs and caught up with Ji Chicheng.

Except for the dress shop, Ji Chicheng didn't get in the car, but walked straight to the intersection. When he reached the intersection, he stopped and looked at the pedestrians coming and going on the street.

He hesitated for a while, then stepped forward again, walking into the street.

Char followed him, and behind them were bodyguards, a group of people, very eye-catching.

Some people even recognized Char and secretly took pictures of him with their mobile phones.

Char was very disgusted, and stretched out his hand to the entourage beside him. The entourage immediately understood what he meant and handed him his mobile phone.

Charl took the phone, dialed a shortcut number, and put the phone to his ear, "I'm in the shopping street, order them down to maintain law and order."

"Let's go back."

Char gave an order, and without waiting for the person on the phone to answer him, Ji Chicheng suddenly stopped, turned around coldly, and walked back.