Imperial President, Tease me!

Xi Jin Yan's thin lips lightly hooked, "go, I'll go back to the study first."

"Oh." Bo Qing answered and watched Xi Jin Yan enter the elevator. Then he followed Andre and strolled around the first floor.

It took half an hour to finish the whole first floor.

In the hall, the maids have begun to get busy.

Bo Qing glanced at the boastful fountain in the center of the hall, and his sight fell on the escalator over there.

It's both a vertical elevator and an escalator. Xi Jinyan, you're too environmentally friendly. What's the difficulty of walking several steps in your own home?

"Please, madam." Andre's respectful voice sounded again.

Thin dip, only to make complaints about the bottom of my heart, and Andre crossed the fountain, lift up the escalator, and come to the two floor.

Next is the third floor.

"Madam, your cloakroom is on the third floor," said Andre, holding out his hand again. "This way, please."

Thin pour nodded, followed Andre down the hand lift and took a few more steps. Andre pointed to the door of the room in front of him and said, "this is all your clothes this season."

Bo Qing didn't think much about it. He went in and went out.

It's just a cloakroom. I haven't seen it, but there are no shoes, bags and jewelry in this cloakroom. It should be in another cloakroom.

But when Bo went to another cloakroom, he knew that Xi Jinyan was not only crazy enough to separate clothes from shoes, bags and jewelry, but even clothes all year round.

In other words, there are only four rooms for clothes, and each cloakroom can be described as huge.

It's a little exaggerated.

"Are these clothes that Xi Jinyan asked you to buy? It's only summer now."

Andre smiled, "madam, these are sent by major brands. They will send you the new models of each season in advance before they go on the market."

Thin tilt: "..."

"And the shoes are in the next room," Andre said again.

"Don't look." Bo Qing opened with a smile, although the smile was a little stiff.

She can't actually laugh.

Xi Jinyan almost raised her like a mistress. It's too exaggerated. The cloakroom alone occupies an entire floor. Even if she changes a suit every minute, she can't wear so many clothes in a year.

It's a waste.

"Let me go to my room first."

"OK," Andre nodded. "Follow me, madam."

Bo Qing looked down at his men's clothes again. He always felt a little uncomfortable.

But Andre seems to know, so she doesn't have to be embarrassed.

Following Andre to the bedroom door on the fourth floor, Andre stopped and opened the bedrooms, "madam, please."

Bo Qing is really not used to people always following her, one "wife" by one "please". She couldn't help explaining: "Xi Jinyan and I haven't married yet."

Andre paused slightly when he heard the speech, and then hung a trained but very kind smile on his face, "madam, you and your husband are a perfect couple, and they will get married sooner or later."

"That's true." thin tilted his lips and deepened his smile.

She likes to hear that.

She and Xi Jinyan will get married in less than half a year.

After looking at Andre again, Bo Qing entered the bedroom in front of him.

As soon as he entered the door, Bo Qing was frightened by the floor area of the whole bedroom.