My Invincible Twin Babies

With his shoulders down, song Weiyu has seen what money is. He is worthy of being in power of the world's top three Huo's group. She quickly calculated her savings in her heart. After that, she deflated her mouth, and her plan to buy a car could only be temporarily stranded.

When she left China, she didn't have any money. After giving birth to stars, she had a hard time for a long time. Even if she succeeded in starting a business and had a lot of assets, she still invested most of her funds in investment, so she didn't have much working capital.

Song Weiyu rubbed her eyebrows. She was not used to receiving what others gave for no reason. Therefore, Huo Tianhao had to pay for the clothes he bought for Xingxing.

"Aunt song." Yang Yang got out of the pile of clothes, ran to her, took her to the other side, "come here."

Song Weiyu walked through the two rows of clothes of the stars to the other side of the living room. He found that there were three rows of clothes hanging neatly. Several fashionable women stood in front of the clothes, as if counting the quantity, and men in uniforms were sending in a steady stream of clothes.

The living room of Huo's villa is huge, but at the moment, it is crowded with clothes, and there is no place to stand.

"... why so many." Song Weiyu stared.

Yang Yang raised his little head and said in doubt, "I'll buy clothes at that time."

“？” Song Weiyu obviously failed to understand the meaning of Yang Yang.

"Do you like these clothes?" Huo Tianhao's voice suddenly came from behind. Song Weiyu's back stiffened for a moment, and then relaxed quickly. Huo Tianhao raised his legs to her side before she turned around. The magnetic voice was nearly Chi Chi.

"Are these mine?" Song Weiyu was stunned. His brain crashed and he couldn't understand.

"Mr. Huo." The woman turned around, bowed respectfully to Huo Tianhao, and then handed a list to Huo Tianhao. "All the clothes of young master, Miss Song and miss Xingxing have been sent, all of them are the latest autumn and winter models, and some of them have just been put on the new spring models. In addition, the shoes and accessories that need to be matched have also been sent."

Huo Tianhao casually glanced at the list and nodded, "I see."

He turned to ask song Weiyu, "see if you like it. If you don't like it, let them send another batch."#@$&

Song Weiyu's mind was in a mess. He opened his mouth several times before he found his voice, "these are mine?"

"It's yours. Go and see if you like it?" Huo Tianhao tilted his mouth slightly and reached out to rub song Weiyu's soft hair.

Song Weiyu was still in shock. He didn't even notice Huo Tianhao rubbing her head. "Mr. Huo, I don't need these. Please send them back."

When she thought of her savings, she couldn't help but smoke.

Huo Tianhao frowned, "don't like it?"%& (&

Song Weiyu honestly shook his head. Women love beautiful clothes, and she is no exception. "I like it very much, but I can't accept it without merit."

Her bright eyes fixed on Huo Tianhao, with determination.

The woman standing aside was quiet and looked at Song Weiyu carefully. She designed and bought clothes for Huo Tianhao and Yangyang. When she had to prepare autumn and winter clothes, she longed to prepare clothes for Huo Tianhao and Yangyang as usual, but suddenly received Huo Tianhao's order to prepare clothes for a woman and a little girl.

The woman was surprised. She had served Huo Tianhao for more than eight years and had never received such an order. Today, seeing Huo Tianhao's attitude towards song Weiyu, she realized that Huo Tianhao was really interested this time.

After discovering this, her attitude towards song Weiyu immediately changed and respectfully.

"It's just a gift." Huo Tianhao said carelessly, glancing at those clothes and imagining song Weiyu wearing them, "it's not worth any money."

It's not worth anything?!

Song Weiyu helped his forehead. The row of skirts in front of him alone is worth six figures. It can also be called worthless.

She couldn't guess the local tyrant's mind.

"Try it?" Huo Tianhao started again and even started to pick up a skirt. Obviously, he wanted song Weiyu to try it on.

"Mr. Huo, I really can't accept it. It's too big a gift." Song Weiyu raised his voice slightly, "let them send it back."

Huo Tianhao tilted his head and said with a smile: "are you worried that you can't return the gift? Or... Are you worried that I have another intention?"

Song Weiyu choked back and didn't answer.

She's really worried.

Huo Tianhao smiled deeper and said carelessly, "don't worry, you don't have to pay it back."

But he did have an attempt. Huo Tianhao looked at Song Weiyu with an unidentified light in his eyes.

"Since you don't want to try, send it to your room first." Huo Tianhao put his hand in the bag, pointed to the thin clothes in the front row and said, "these are sent to her room, and these are sent to the cloakroom."

Song Weiyu didn't have time to stop. She watched the men carefully move their clothes upstairs. She even saw more than a dozen new big bags among them.

"..." Song Weiyu drooped weakly, "Mr. Huo, I'll transfer the money for these clothes to you. I can't take it for nothing."

Song Weiyu thought about which stock to sell and exchange for working capital to pay back these.

Without Huo Tianhao's answer, she looked up in doubt. What caught her eyes was Huo Tianhao's sinking face. She subconsciously stepped back, swallowed her saliva, and carefully opened her mouth: "what's the matter with you, Mr. Huo?"

"What do you think?" Huo Tianhao was almost laughed at by song Weiyu. It was the first time in many years that someone said he would give him the gift money. He took a step forward, and song Weiyu took a step back. There was always a two-step road between them, not far or near, until song Weiyu tripped over the sofa and sat down on the sofa.

Huo Tianhao stood in front of song Weiyu. A long leg was inserted between Song Weiyu's legs. The distance between them was very close. He leaned down and his handsome facial features were very close. Song Weiyu leaned back fiercely, and his ears soon turned red.

"Do you think I'm short of money?" Huo Tianhao spoke faintly, but he felt very oppressive.

Song Weiyu's eyes fluttered and shook his head.

Who dares to say that Huo Tianhao, who is in power and the young master of the Huo family, is short of money. If he is short of money, there will be no rich people in the world.

"Take the clothes and don't give any more money." Huo Tianhao said slowly, "don't wear it."

Such a close distance made song Weiyu very uncomfortable. His mind was exposed again. He had to nod in embarrassment and want to get rid of the current situation quickly.

Huo Tianhao's eyes swept over her red ears. His eyes flashed, straightened up and looked at her lazily, smiling. The arc of his mouth was like a demon.

Song Weiyu was more at a loss by him, and ran back to his room.

Huo Tianhao looked at her running back and smiled meaningfully.