Ye Fan took Lu Qingyu, Joan of Arc, and Tu Su to drive the car, and the four of them headed towards the most prosperous area in Washington. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Brother Ye, do you want to buy something?" When the car stopped, Lu Qingyu realized that this was the street where she and Ye Fan met a few days ago.

"I didn't buy it, I bought it for you. Ye Fan smiled: "Get out of the car!"

Lu Qingyu was a little ignorant, but he still got out of the car as he said.

Joan of Arc wrapped herself in a white robe, revealing only half of her face, which was her usual attire, and as a saint, she had to wear a white robe, and those who did not know the details might think she was an Arab.

The four of them first walked into a Dior flagship store, Ye Fan glanced at it, walked over and said mysteriously to the smiling receptionist, "Did you see the little nun behind me?"

"Yes, sir, is there anything I can help with?" The chubby black lady was a little confused, and she didn't know what Ye Fan wanted to do.

Ye Fan lowered his voice, pointed to his forehead and sighed: "To tell the truth, there is a problem with her head, she was born because she has no mother, and she has become extreme and withdrawn, so we have to take her everywhere to seek medical treatment, you see, she has always thought that she is a nun, and even said that she is Joan of Arc, wearing that torn robe all day long...... Alas, we were commissioned by the welfare institute to pick out some clothes for her, and you know, it's almost the New Year, so I sincerely ask you for help, I hope she dresses nicely, sexy, and not too conservative. ”

Speaking of the back, Ye Fan's expression was very sad, and he sighed again and again.

The black lady looked suddenly enlightened, and with sympathy, she clasped his hand and said, "I see, sir, do you want us to help her choose her clothes?

"No, no, no, I want you to help her put it on, of course...... There may be some unpleasantness, or fierce resistance or something, but it doesn't matter, she's a problem girl...... Alas, if we can't do it, we'll have to find another store to help......" Ye Fan's expression was bitter, and he looked very embarrassed.

"No problem!" the black lady snapped her fingers into the store, "Girls, there's something important to do!"

Two black girls with big shoulders and round waists blinked their dark eyes, twisted their bucket waists, and exchanged words with the receptionist, and the three of them quickly divided their labor, two dragged Joan of Arc into the store, and one followed behind to keep looking for suitable clothes for her.

Ye Fan couldn't hold back a smile, turned his head and pretended to look around, and heard a quarrel inside.

"I'm a saint, I can't dress like this!"

"Yes, miss, I know, the saint is also a woman, and we highly recommend that you wear this dress, which will surely attract the attention of many boys when you go to the New Year's party. ”

"I don't wear it, it's too revealing! You're insulting me, insulting the Holy See......"

"I'm sorry, it's our job to get you dressed as a girl should be, Katie, and throw her robe in the trash!"

"No—ah—you're all devils, bad people who help and abet on abuse!" came the sound of tugging and tugging in the dressing room, mixed with Joan of Arc's cries.

It's a pity, even if she can use the Longinus Holy Lance

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