Mr. Song, ask for a thigh

Chapter 182
Finally, when she came out of the shop, recalling July's playful eyes, Qian Mengmeng was a little confused.

Obviously when Mr. Song chose that little white dress, July rolled her eyes.But for some reason, her mood changed again in the end.

Song Huaijin sat next to her, and naturally saw the little puzzled expression.

"how?"

"I was wondering, did July think the dress you chose in the end was good or bad?"

Song Huaijin twitched the corners of her lips calmly, but did not answer.

He knew in his heart that the reason July had that expression was because of his last answer.

When Qian Mengmeng went in to change clothes, she secretly asked Song Huaijin what she thought.

"So, you want this one?"

"It's all over." Song Huaijin glanced at her, and suddenly raised the corners of his lips.

July felt goosebumps under his inscrutable smile, "Tsk tsk tsk, men really don't have a good thing."

But in the next second, she said happily again, "You still have some discernment, otherwise I will reject you next time."

Frowning, looking at the closed door of the fitting room, Song Huaijin didn't speak.

July followed his gaze, and hehe said twice, "Honestly, she looks pretty in those two outfits."

certainly.Song Huaijin curled her lips and said silently in her heart.

Seeing that he didn't answer herself, Qian Mengmeng tilted her head, rolled her eyes, looked out of the window, and said in a low voice, "Actually, I really like that cheongsam."

"Really?" Song Huaijin smiled.

"Well, my mother said that the cheongsam is very temperamental." Qian Mengmeng turned her head to look at him with a sincere face, "Even if I'm so stupid, wearing it seems to have a bit of intellectual air."

Song Huaijin: "..." You idiot!
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Time passed quickly, and it was Friday in a blink of an eye.

On Friday morning, Qian Mengmeng received the dress from Pei Hang.

When the box was opened, she was stunned, "Why did you send three pieces?!"

Du Ruan leaned over, glanced at them, and took them out one by one to look at them. Finally, she smiled wretchedly while holding the long skirt with a leaky back, "Oh, this one is good. Wearing it will definitely increase the crime rate in this city."

Blushing and snatching the clothes, Qian Mengmeng snapped the lid on, "Big Brother said this one doesn't look good."

"Not good-looking?" Du Ruan raised his eyebrows and smiled meaningfully, "If it's not good-looking, why should I buy it for you?"

"I, I don't know..." Qian Mengmeng's face was slightly hot, "He may have made a mistake."

Du Ruan is not as innocent as her.After thinking about it for a while, she understood why.

"Tsk tsk, as expected of a domineering president, this possessiveness." Shaking his head, Du Ruan patted Qian Mengmeng's shoulder and walked into the room.

Qian Mengmeng didn't know why, so after thinking for a long time, she finally put on the last little dress that Song Huaijin chose.

Before going to the hotel where the reception was held, she was accompanied by An Zhi to do a special styling.

Of course, this was also explained and arranged by Song Huaijin in advance.

When the stylist made the last stroke, Song Huaijin just pushed the door open and walked in.

When Qian Mengmeng turned her head and saw him, the corners of her lips naturally curved slightly, and her eyes were full of smiles.

The long hair coiled up, the exquisite makeup, set off by the little dress, coupled with that sweet smile, made Song Huaijin's heart twitch heavily for a moment.

He calmly watched her get up and walk towards her, his pupils were as deep as the sea.

He wanted to kiss her, to possess her, to let her beauty and innocence belong to him only.

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　　Molu and Amnésìa’s tipping, okay~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)