About the fact that my opening elf is Little Nebula

Seeing something was wrong, Chen Yuxuan quickly took Song Xiaorou's hand and gently pulled it, "Xiaorou, don't be rude to Mr. Song."

Then, he said to Song Xiufeng: "Mr. Song, don't worry, Xiaorou has no evil intentions."

Seeing the comfort on her boyfriend's face and the way he defended her in front of her uncle, the anger in Song Xiaorou's heart suddenly disappeared. She suddenly felt sweet and looked at Lu Qingqing proudly.

Lu Qingqing walked out of the fitting room and handed the red skirt she changed into to the shopping guide. She didn't pay attention to her expression at all. Even if she noticed it, she wouldn't take it to heart. What's so good about a family like the Chen family and people like Chen Yuxuan? Rare?In other words, Song Xiaorou regards Chen Yuxuan as a treasure and the Chen family as a family, not knowing that she has fallen into the trap of a wolf.

Seeing that Song Xiufeng had chosen another windbreaker for herself that cost tens of thousands, Lu Qingqing quickly stopped her and said, "No, don't buy it. I've already bought seven or eight of them. I can't even wear them all. It's not like I don't have any clothes at home."

She really doesn't have much desire for clothes, and the more expensive clothes are, the harder they are to wash, which is not enough to make trouble for herself.

She would never buy the luxury clothes in the news that had to be thrown away after being worn once.

Song Xiufeng thought for a moment and did not insist, "That's okay. The quality and style of the clothes here are average. Buy these first, and then let the clothing company come to your door to tailor them for you."

Even after he stopped, the shopping guide still packed seven or eight clothes in five or six bags.

"Welcome to visit next time." The shopping guide escorted them out. All wealthy customers are welcome.

Looking at their leaving figures, Song Xiaorou couldn't help but frown.

"What are you thinking about?" Chen Yuxuan asked.

"What's the relationship between Lu Qingqing and my second and third uncles? Are they so protective of her? I'm their biological niece, so I don't get such treatment." After all, she grew up in an environment of intrigue. Song Xiaorou vaguely felt that something was wrong. The uncle was too kind to Lu Qingqing, and turned to Chen Yuxuan and asked: "How much do you know about Lu Qingqing's family situation?"

Chen Yuxuan shook his head and said, "It's just an ordinary family. Her parents are teachers and have pensions. I don't know anything else. After all, she hides many things from me, and I don't know her financial situation."

Song Xiaorou said to herself: "That's strange."

"Is there anything strange? Isn't it just relying on your beauty to seduce rich people?" Chen Yuwei, who did not dare to be arrogant in front of Lu Qingqing before and even hid behind her brother, is now not afraid of anything, and her sharp voice is full of resentment. , she hated Lu Qingqing to death in her heart, and she even envied the treatment of the three rich men surrounding her.

Chen Yuwei often pays attention to luxury brands, and the three people just now must be rich people.

Two of them were Song Xiaorou's uncles. She had heard from her brother that one was worth hundreds of billions and the other was worth tens of billions. They were both regulars on the rich list. His parents almost went crazy with joy when they found out.

A little leakage from their fingers is enough to bring prosperity and wealth to their family.

As for the youngest and handsome man, his clothes and shoes did not have logos. Chen Yuwei could not recognize the calendar, but she had seen the watch on his hand in a magazine. It was said to be an exclusive custom-made one. There is only one in the world and it is worth 500 million US dollars.

Chen Yuxuan glared at his sister fiercely, "If you don't speak, you're probably a mute, so be more polite!"

After looking at Song Xiaorou, Chen Yuwei curled her lips and chose clothes.

Anyway, there is Song Xiaorou, the eldest sister, who pays for it. If you don’t buy it, you won’t buy it. The clothes I bought last time on Hong Kong Island are now out of season, and I often change them so many times that they are not enough to make my classmates laugh.