The president's pet daughter

"Where have you been, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Naturally, Ling Zhaozhao didn't let Ji Yumei look at Song Mingzhe's eyes, and with a slight movement in his heart, he pretended to be intimate and took Song Mingzhe's arm, with a bit of grievance in his tone.

Song Mingzhe looked at Ling Zhaozhao, who was addicted to drama, and although he didn't know what she wanted to do, he still answered subconsciously.

"I went to answer an important call."

Seeing Ling Zhaozhao and Song Mingzhe's intimacy, Ji Yumei's eyes were almost bursting with jealousy.

Looking at his boyfriend Chen Le again, he suddenly felt that compared with Song Mingzhe, he was in the same place as in the sky, and there was no comparison at all.

But looking at Chen Le's card in her hand, Ji Yumei felt a little balanced again.

What's the use of being handsome, Chen Le is a well-known rich second generation in their circle, otherwise she wouldn't bother to take him down.

At Song Mingzhe's age, even if he dresses well and has a little money, the money will not go anywhere.

After all, when he came in, he just praised Ling Zhaozhao's beautiful dress, and he didn't say that he would pay for it.

Maybe Ling Zhaozhao hooked up the little boy from somewhere.

"Sir, since your girlfriend can't afford this dress, you might as well give it to me. After all, I'm in a hurry to pay the bill."

Ji Yumei proudly carried the bag and shoes she had just set her eyes on, and the shopping guide behind her also carried the clothes that had been packed for her.

Looking at the things Ji Yumei wanted to pay for, Chen Le was so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe, but in front of so many people, he couldn't get angry either.

I can only coax Ji Yumei to return a few pieces when the time comes.

Song Mingzhe raised his eyebrows and glanced at Ji Yumei.

Even though the heating was turned on in the shop, Ji Yumei suddenly felt a chill.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't bother to play this boring comparison game with Ji Yumei anymore, so he picked up his bag and prepared to swipe his own card to pay the bill.

Although this dress is a little expensive, but fortunately her small coffers can afford it.

Song Mingzhe grabbed Ling Zhaozhao's wrist, took out a black card from his pocket, and handed it to the nearest shopping guide.

"This dress, and everything else in the store that fits her size, is packed."

The shopping guides looked at the black card, and when they heard Song Mingzhe's words, they looked at Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhao with light in their eyes.

When they go back, they must confess to the God of Wealth and the Goddess of Wealth whose sales in their shop have been full for the past six months!

Ling Zhaozhao looked at Song Mingzhe in shock.

She knew he was rich, but he couldn't spend it like this, right?

Moreover, her small coffers don't have millions to pay him back!

"As for this pick—"

Song Mingzhe changed the subject and looked at Ji Yumei.

"Sir, do you want to pack together?"

The shopping guide on the side asked excitedly.

"Well, but you don't need to pack it, just throw it away for me."

Song Mingzhe raised his hand, and the corner of his mouth raised slightly.

"Thank you for helping to screen out some defective products."

He looked at Chen Le and Ji Yumei mockingly.

When Ji Yumei saw the black card, her face was already distorted. After hearing Song Mingzhe's words, she lost her mind in anger.

"Brother Chen, you can buy this store directly! You are so rich, you can definitely do it!"

She took Chen Le's hand and acted like a baby desperately, completely ignoring Chen Le's pale face.

Chen Le wanted to be rude.

Did this woman treat him as a money printing machine?

People use black cards!

And the moment Song Mingzhe raised his hand just now, the Patek Philippe watch that was inadvertently revealed was undoubtedly the most fatal blow to him.

Even if their family has worked hard for three years, it is still not worth a watch.

He is not even worthy of carrying shoes for others, what can he compare with? ? ?

"You woman is really crazy! Vanity worshiping money is unreasonable, I really misunderstood you!"

Chen Le yelled at Ji Yumei angrily.

If it weren't for her, I wouldn't be embarrassed in front of so many people today.

Seeing the disgust and indifference in Chen Le's eyes, Ji Yumei sneered.

At this time, I despise her for being vain and money-worshipping, right?

I don't even think about how I licked her in the first place.

"I'm vain and money-worshiping? What kind of woman do you have no money for? Pooh! You don't find a mirror to look at yourself. Every time I see you, I feel sick!"

After finishing speaking, Ji Yumei stomped on Chen Le's foot heavily with hate, dropped her bag and shoes, and walked out of the shop angrily.

Not only was Chen Le stunned by this foot, but he also wanted to see if Ji Yumei had broken anything, so as not to have to pay for it.

It doesn't look embarrassed.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't expect that the two of them could turn their faces in public, tugging at the corner of Song Mingzhe's clothes, watching a big show with relish.

Song Mingzhe saw Ling Zhaozhao staring intently, and the curvature of the corner of his mouth became more and more obvious.

After Chen Le cleaned up the mess in a mess, and saw Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhaolang's appearances as talented women, he probably remembered Ling Zhaozhao's indifferent attitude towards him just now, and Chen Le also opened his mouth in a strange way.

"Brother, don't be complacent. I also advise you. The woman next to you is not a good guy, and she is not worth the money you spend on her."

Ling Zhaozhao rolled his eyes in his heart speechlessly.

No way, at this moment, you still have the leisure to drive a wedge between her and Song Mingzhe?

She couldn't swallow this breath, and just about to speak, Song Mingzhe held her hand.

His fingertips were slightly cool, intertwined with hers.

"As long as she is happy."

Song Mingzhe looked at Ling Zhaozhao with all kinds of affection in his eyes.

Looking into Song Mingzhe's affectionate eyes, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help saying something awesome in his heart.

Killing people is nothing more than nodding their heads. Song Mingzhe's move can be described as murderous and heartbreaking.

Handsome, rich and infatuated, he only focuses on licking the dog's cash machine. This buff stack can directly make Ling Zhaozhao open a class.

Sure enough, the eyes of the shopping guides around Ling Zhaozhao changed from envy to admiration in an instant.

Chen Le was directly hurt internally by Song Mingzhe's words, and staggered out of the shop with the expression that you deserved to be so cheap and abrupt.

"Miss, we will send all your clothes, shoes and bags to you at that time. Can you see if there is anything missing?"

The shopping guide held a long shopping list and handed it to Ling Zhaozhao.

Ling Zhaozhao came back to his senses, and pulled away from Song Mingzhe's hand.

"Too much……"

She doesn't need that many things.

Song Mingzhe took the form and signed his name in a fluttering manner, not giving Ling Zhaozhao a chance to refuse.

There is never any room for turning back what he sent.

She doesn't want to, so she has to keep it.