The treasure in the palm of Mr. Cheng

Chapter 82 Coquetry
It will take some time for the customized clothes to come back, so Song Yao had no choice but to find his own designer and design a set of clothes for himself in a hurry.

Although it is not as good as Bizeal's craftsmanship, it is considered unique in China. Song Yao is very satisfied with the clothes he got home.

Anyway, this was the first time she attended a formal banquet with her father, so she naturally attached great importance to it, whether it was gestures or attire, they were the most precious.

But the only finger is wearing a sterling silver pattern on it, and even some old-fashioned rings.

She stroked the pattern on the ring quietly, but her eyes were lost in memories.

It was his mother who put the ring on her little finger before she left. At that time, she didn't understand why her mother was lying on the bed and playing with her?
After many years of guidance, she realized that her mother would never come back.

From then on, she was no longer that delicate girl, but an independent Song Yao.

In order to give her a better life, Song's father has been working hard outside and rarely comes back, but she has never complained about her father, because she knows that his father also wants to work hard to give her a better life.

Dad was just loving her in his own way.

"Dad, look at me in this dress to the party, okay?"

Song Yao ran downstairs wearing a skirt, just like a real princess.

Father Song looked at his already slim daughter and couldn't help but smile.

The skirt Song Yao is wearing this time is pink and white, and the overall material is to use layers of yarn to achieve a petal-like decoration.

However, these sands piled up together do not appear bloated and cumbersome, but make people feel extra light.

This is also the highlight of this skirt.

Papa Song nodded in satisfaction, "Those designers didn't hire them for nothing. They really have some skills to make my daughter so beautiful."

Song Yao replied a little arrogantly, "That's because your daughter is very beautiful."

Father Song couldn't help but nodded with a smile, "Yes, my daughter is right, but didn't you say that you want me to send you to school today? Do you have to wear this suit when you go to school?"

Only then did Song Yao remember that his smiling face suddenly calmed down.

"It's over, I forgot about going to school, I'm going to change my clothes now." Song Yao ran back upstairs again, staring.

Father Song looked at Song Yao's back, and couldn't help sighing in his heart, he had grown up so much, and he still couldn't get rid of his sloppy behavior.

After Song Yao went back, he casually took a white hooded sweater from the closet, off-white sweatpants on his lower body, and picked out a pair of new sneakers. Matching them together gave him a special flavor.

Looking in the mirror, I just straightened my hair casually, put on some lipstick, and rushed downstairs with my bag.

"Father, I'm done packing, let's go quickly." Song Yao ran downstairs and said quickly.

Father Song looked at Song Yao's flustered look, and felt as if she had returned to her childhood. Every time her mother didn't urge her, she would always be late. Thinking of this, his expression suddenly felt a little lonely.

"Okay, let's go." Song's father became Song Yao's driver today, but he drove the car very steadily. Those who didn't know thought it was a professional driver.

Song Yao was sitting in Dad Song's car, feeling very good, and couldn't help saying, "Dad, you can park the car at the school gate later."

Father Song naturally understood his daughter's psychology, "Is this a bit too arrogant? I remember that your school doesn't allow cars to be parked in front of the school."

"So what? Last time Chenxi parked her car at the school gate, and I didn't see anyone say anything about it."

Papa Song couldn't help chuckling a few times, "Then why didn't you say that the Chen family is a shareholder of the school?"

"That's a big deal, let's be the shareholders of the school too." Song Yao said nonchalantly.

"How can it be so simple? Do you really think that the principal of your school is such a simple person? Some people just have money, and they have no chance to invest money."

Song Yao naturally knew that the power of his family was not comparable to that of the Chen family. The Chen family was the accumulation of wealth and wisdom of many generations, and although they could be regarded as a famous family, how could they compare with others? ?

"Tch, so what? No one dares to mess with me at school anyway."

"No, Xiao Liu treats you like a real sister. If anyone dares to treat you badly, he will be the first to disagree."

"It's not in vain that I was so kind to him when I was a child. I leave everything delicious to him first. He should be kind to me."

Only when Song Yao is in front of Song's father can he truly act like a child.

"You children, I don't care about your affairs, as long as you get along well with each other."

Song Yao looked at the scenery outside the window with a smile on his lips.

"We're here, let's go down quickly." Father Song naturally wouldn't really park the car at the school gate, after all there was no need for it.

And Song Yao would not really ask her father to park the car at the door, she just wanted to be like other daughters, acting willfully.

"Dad, then go to the company quickly, I'm going to class first." Song Yao greeted Song's father in the car with a smile.

After Song's father nodded in the car window, he drove away.

It's just that he didn't expect that this scene happened to be photographed by a caring person with a camera. Looking at the photo on the camera, he showed a sly smile.

After waiting for so long, I finally caught your handle.

Song Yao didn't realize it at all, and walked into the school with his bag.

It was a little late today, and many people hurried towards the classroom.

Song Yao was very calm, and still walked at a leisurely pace. Today is an elective course, and the classroom is not too far from the school gate, so she doesn't need to worry at all.

When she walked into the classroom, the class bell rang just in time, and she came just in time.

It’s just that Bianq frowned when he first came in. He didn’t expect so many people to come today. Although there were some empty seats, the surrounding area was full of people.

What she hates the most is being crowded with others, but today she came late and had no place.

Finally, she saw a familiar figure in the crowd, Cheng Yifeng huddled in a corner, and there were not many people around.

Song Yao walked straight in that direction, and everyone couldn't help but focus on her.

On the contrary, many boys sat up straight, fantasizing in their hearts that maybe Goddess Song could sit beside them, but this point was indeed wishful thinking.

Song Yao didn't have this idea at all, she already had her own goal.

(End of this chapter)