Super system city crazy exchange

Mandarin Oriental has 101 floors, the Presidential Suite is the highest floor and the only room on the entire floor, so the elevator is also exclusive.

The moment the elevator door opened, a beautiful face and graceful figure were imprinted in front of Liang Chen's eyes, and Song Jiayi really did not disappoint him.

Devil-like body, a large wavy golden curly hair emitting dazzling light, the figure looks bumpy under the background of the dress, snow-white long legs flicker in front of the eyes from time to time, and a pair of bright eyes are even more watery.

"You are? Cat brother?

Song Jiayi looked at the person who came out of the elevator of the presidential suite, and was instantly stunned.

On the way here, I was still a little apprehensive.

What if it's a middle-aged uncle with an oil head?

What if it's a man with lewd pimples?

Along the way, Song Jiayi was in a nervous mood, but driven by money, she chose to compromise, what appearance is not important, money is the most important.

Who knew that the moment the elevator door opened, Song Jiayi knew that she had picked up a treasure.

The man in front of him had a bad smiling face, and even the two thick eyebrows rippled softly, as if he had always been smiling, crooked, like a bright moon in the night sky.

The long and dense eyelashes are slightly curled, covering a pair of bright and deep eyes, the calm gaze is elusive, adding a mysterious feeling, and the handsome figure shows his royal demeanor even more

.... The whole body is custom-made, branded, but if you don't look closely, ordinary people don't know that this is the royal level in luxury.

Song Jiayi's eyes are shining with golden light, and Liang Chen in front of her is a golden rice bowl for her, and this time it is not more time.

"Hmm!"

Listening to her question, Liang Chen simply answered.

Stretching out his gentleman's wrist to invite her, his magnetic voice was so low that it was a little addictive, and a simple word ran through Song Jiayi's eardrums.

At this time, the joy that filled Song Jiayi's heart had to make her face appear with a happy smile.

But she didn't know that in Liang Chen's heart, women were like money, except for their own approval, everything else was just coveting vanity.

But even if you know that they covet vanity, what harm does it do?

What he has is money.

Facing Liang Chen's invitation, Song Jiayi stretched out her white wrist, put her arm around Liang Chen, and followed him to Qingmengxuan.

Qingmengxuan, a palace-level club that only high-end people can enter.

But anyone who receives an invitation must be worth no less than 100 million. Not to mention how high this value is, I am afraid that not many people have seen the invitation to enter Qingmengxuan.

What's more, an invitation made of gold, but whatever is received, it must be used at home to show their status, and they are also people who have been to Qingmengxuan.

The decoration outside is completely antique and does not match foreign buildings at all, and all the designs are in accordance with the ancient style.

From the handicraft veranda, to the lotus pond, to the octagonal pavilion, you can always smell the fragrance of osmanthus step by step, which is pleasant.

Classic and cheerful, with a minaret-shaped sloping roof, plastered wooden frames and column decorations, natural building materials and vines climbing on it, classic but not fashionable.

As soon as he arrived at the door of Qingmengxuan, he heard a woman's coquettish voice.