President's Substitute Wife novel Chapter 295

Ming said and went inside.

But when he just left, the designer said softly, “Well, I thought your bank card would be on her.”

For some reason, I was embarrassed when I heard the designer say that.

It turned out that what Ming had done to me now once had done to another woman.

Ming treated me well and did everything for me.

If I didn’t love Sean first, I would have loved Ming with all my heart.

At this moment, I had some understanding of this woman.

I stepped forward and pulled Ming, “Ming, let’s order a wedding dress here. It’s the same wherever we go.”

Now that we have paid the money, we’ll book it.

The designer looked at me with a smile on her lips. “Ming, this was a familiar scene. I used to call you like this for years.”

She said as she started counting.

“I see. Let’s order the wedding dress here.” Ming interrupted the woman and dragged me inside to check out.

As I walked, I pulled out the bank card from my bag.

The designer looked behind and chuckled, “His bank card is really here for you. Ming’s tricks on girls are really the same for many years, but they are very useful ... right?”

She looked at me as she asked.

She was looking for something in my eyes.

She looked at me for a few seconds and smiled. “It seems that this girl is smarter than me, and she knows how to protect herself.”

As Ming listened to her, the expression on his face became worse. “Are you really going to make a wedding dress here? I can find you something better...”

“Right here.”

I concluded.

Actually, I wanted to be here and know more about Ming.

Although I didn’t know if this designer will tell me.

Ming thought with hesitation and paid the money.

He seemed to be afraid that I was alone with the designer. So when he went to pay the money, he also pulled me.

I heard the light laughter of the designer.

I didn’t know if it was a laugh or a snicker.

When we paid, Ming wanted to give me the bank card, but this time I refused to take it.

To be honest, after knowing that Ming had given the bank card to another woman before, I suddenly felt that it was not so sacred.

This was a wedding studio. Ming didn’t seem to want to persuade me here, so he took the bank card back.

After paying the money, I went to the designer. When I arrived in front of her, my knees were slightly bent, keeping my face almost horizontal with her and said, “Hello, my name is Becky, and my wedding dress will trouble you.”

I reached out after I said it.

The designer was obviously a bit surprised by my behavior. After a moment of stunning, she held my hand with smile and said, “My name is Marcia. Don’t worry. I must design the best wedding dress for you.”

“Thank you.”

I straightened up.

Marcia said while controlling her wheelchair, “Miss Jones, come with me. I will ask my assistant to help you measure your size. By the way, you can tell me what kind of wedding dress you want. I will design it specifically for you.” When she said that, she stopped her wheelchair and turned to look at me. “This is the first time I have provided such a special service to guests.”

“Thank you.”

I followed Marcia, and Ming followed me with a nervous face.

When we got to the door of an elevator on the second floor, Marcia looked at Ming and smiled. “Ming, why are you so nervous? Are you afraid that I will tell her bad things about you?”

Ming didn’t say anything.