Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

He bent his lips unconsciously, picked out some clothes from the hanger and threw them to Tang Xin: "this one, this one, and this one, go in and have a try."

"Please follow me, miss," the waiter said with a smile

Tang Xin said bitterly: "Mr. Song, it's too expensive. I can't afford it..."

Song Qinbei's face is so black that he can scare and cry children: "do you think I will let you pay for it?"

"I..."

Before Tang Xin finished, he was pushed to the fitting room by the waiter.

A few minutes later, Tang came out of the fitting room uneasily.

Walking out of the fitting room in the clothes selected by song Qinbei, Tang Xin always feels uncomfortable, completely unaware that the eyes of the people around him have changed.

"How, how?"

Nervously pulling the hem of the skirt, Tang Xin was embarrassed. She hadn't worn such a short skirt for a long time.

Tang Xinwei's curly hair is scattered behind him. His big black eyes are full of uneasiness. His watery lips are gently bitten by his teeth. With a short white dress, he is full of vitality and immortality.

Looking at the woman in front of him, there was a flash of surprise in Song Qinbei's eyes, and he soon hid it.

"It's not pretty."

Legs show too much, arms also show, he subconsciously don't want to let people see Tang Xin beautiful side.

Hearing song Qinbei's words, Tang Xin's eyes flashed loss.

Song Qinbei shuttles through those fashionable and exquisite clothes. His slender fingers point to several clothes, "this one, this one, and this one."

"Are these three wrapped up?" The waiter is respectful.

"I'll wrap everything except these three."

Song Qinbei's mellow and pleasant voice sounded.

What he eliminated were all short skirts.

Song Qinbei's words made the shop assistants very happy. They were more and more respectful. They wanted to regard song Qinbei as the God of wealth.

"Mr. Song... Is that too much? I'll be with you for ten days. "

Ten days, no need to wear so many clothes

Song Qinbei turned a deaf ear and set his next goal: "to buy shoes."

Seeing that song Qinbei had to continue, Tang Xin was afraid: "no need..."

Song Qinbei grabbed her slender wrist and dragged her to the shoe and hat area.

In just ten minutes, song Qinbei arranged Tang Xin from head to toe.

They are followed respectfully by rows of waiters holding shopping gift boxes.

Tang Xin felt a little happy. The happiness of the rich is so simple.

If only she could have one ten thousandth of song Qinbei's wealth in the future.

Whimpering.

Soon, song Qinbei and Tang Xin got on the bus.

And all the things they bought were carried to the car of the shopping mall and sent to the villa in the north of song Qin.

Arriving at the villa in the north of Song Dynasty, it is already dark.

The night was thick and dark, and Tang Xin stood outside a European style castle villa manor.

The ivory Roman pillars stand at the four corners of the villa, and the blue glazed tiles are sparkling.

In front of the villa is a garden, planted with a variety of precious flowers and plants, every plant has a garden art atmosphere.

The whole villa stands between the blue sky and white clouds, showing the beauty of a kind of forest and pastoral style in luxury, showing the owner's unique taste.

Seeing them coming, outside the villa stood a row of servants making clothes, bent 90 degrees, and said with one voice: "Hello, young master."

Tang Xin's eyelids jump, and he feels like a humble maid in the palace beside the emperor.

Song Qinbei said faintly, "you live here for ten weeks."

Pushing song Qinbei into the villa, Tang Xin once again intuitively felt what is called "rich man". Compared with song Qinbei, the Tang family used to be called poor people.

The living room is also extremely luxurious, with all kinds of European retro decoration, luxurious wool carpet, pale gold Roman column, retro red wallpaper, various valuable art murals, and bright court style glass crystal lamp

Tang Xin has a sense of seeing that he mistakenly enters the palace.

It's too rich

Tang Xin suddenly felt like taking part in the metamorphosis.

Poor Cinderella lives in the villa of the President

If you think about it like this, you will not lose money in the past ten days.