I am the daughter of the bosses

Chapter 6

Back at the rental house, Yang Mengying was doing a live broadcast.

Su Qiao walked into the single room lightly, and there was a courier box on the bed.

Unpacking the express box, Su Qiao was pleasantly surprised: "It's so beautiful!"

A crimson embroidered dress, the upper body is as smooth as flowing water, the neckline of the imitation cheongsam is adorned with a faux ruby ​​button, and the delicate brocade that can absorb pores is embroidered with cranes and plum blossoms that represent auspiciousness and elegance, embroidered by Mi Qingzhi , luxuriant and radiant.

This skirt... looks familiar...

Su Qiao thought for a long time, and finally remembered that she had worn a similar dress at the "Flower in the Mirror, Water in the Water" party in her previous life.

The standard of that party was super high, anyone caught on the red carpet would be a queen, or at worst a national idol.A little flower like Tang Ansi could only watch the red carpet live in the nanny's car, her eyes were red with envy.

In the past, she was the most glamorous presence on the red carpet even if she attended the top fashion feast...

But now...

The clothes were taken out of the box, and the bronzing card fell off, with a French sentence printed on it: Mon ange (my angel).

……

Cheng Luo finished sorting out the documents and was about to leave \the room when Gong Yueming suddenly raised his head: "Will she like my gift?"

"Report sir, I'm a female man, I don't understand girls' hearts, so I can't give you a definite answer. But—"

"But what?"

"Women on earth are interested in pretty and shiny things."

After speaking, Cheng Luo walked out of the study.

Gong Yueming pinched the center of his eyebrows: "Women are really troublesome!"

At this time, it was broad daylight, and the man was about to go back to his room for a nap. When he got up, the documents on the sofa were taken away, and the one on top was a marriage application.

……

At six o'clock in the evening, chatting and laughing were lively in Ruiji's VIP room, and several Bai Fumei, headed by the school belle Song Yan, were praised by the male students.

Just when everything was going well, the hall door opened again, and a stunning red came in.

Everyone was stunned!
what did they see!
a princess,
A real princess who could never be here!
Her appearance is exquisite and beautiful, her makeup is light and elegant, and her long dress is noble and elegant.

She walked slowly, as perfect as a dream.

The male students who surrounded Song Yan and flattered her all turned around and stared blankly at Su Qiao, looking for a reason to strike up a conversation.

Looking at the greedy eyes of the male students, Song Yan bit her red lips in anger!

She left the crowd, rushed to Su Qiao, and pointed to the exit: "This is the class reunion, anyone who is irrelevant, please go out and turn left!"

"Song Yan, don't you know me? I'm Mo Qiaoqiao."

Su Qiao pretended to be innocent.

When she was in junior high school, Song Yan was already stabbed by Bai Lianhua in front of others.

"...You are...Mo Qiaoqiao...When did you become...Wait, didn't you already...how can you still afford such nice clothes..."

Song Yan made the voice of a toothache patient.

Su Qiao responded with a smile: "Guess?"

"Oh, so Ou Shao sent you, no wonder no wonder!"

The students smiled enviously.

Su Qiao lifted her skirt and walked over to Xue Rui, ready to sit down——

"It's not welcome to be a mistress here!"

A chilly voice sounded, and Su Qiao raised her head: "Zhang Yi, what are you talking about!"

Zhang Yi sneered: "Mo Qiaoqiao, don't pretend to be confused! This kind of haute couture skirt needs to measure the size of the whole body in the middle of production, and adjust it repeatedly to ensure that every inch fits perfectly! Ou Shao has studied in France for many years, last week I just returned to China, how can I have your size, and I will give you a high-end skirt!"

(End of this chapter)