Chapter: 1612

An Keke lowered his head, looked at his nose, nose, and heart, and refused to speak again even if he was killed. Ou Qi, I've made you ashamed.

"It's nothing." Olan smiled secretively, got up and walked in front of Encore, "Brother, I came today to borrow my sister-in-law from you. I wanted to go shopping, but I haven't been back for many years. The city has changed too much. I am worried that I will get lost, so I want my sister-in-law to accompany me to go shopping."

Shopping is undoubtedly the best way to enhance a woman's relationship, and Ou Qi will naturally not refuse.

He knew his sister well, and Olan had already accepted An Keke as his sister-in-law, so he would never do anything to hurt her.

An Keke and Ou Lan went shopping together, Ou Qi was relieved.

"Okay, you two can go shopping together. Your sister-in-law doesn't like shopping very much. You can take her to buy something, and you can buy whatever you like." Ou Qi said casually without thinking too much.

Ou Lan chuckled, waiting for Ou Qi's words, she stretched out her hand to Ou Qi, "Brother, money is a little tight recently, I want to go shopping with your wife, I don't have any money."

No money? Olan is the daughter of the richest man, so will he have no money?

Ou Qi knew that this was Ou Lan's intention to fight the autumn wind.

He took out a bank card and handed it to Olan, "The password is your sister-in-law's birthday, and it was originally intended to be pocket money for your sister-in-law."


Olan snorted, "If you say that, I'm naturally embarrassed to accept the money and give it to my sister-in-law. If I want to buy something, let my sister-in-law pay for it."

With that said, Olan stuffed the bank card into Ankeke's hand, "Sister-in-law, let's go out for breakfast and go shopping together."

Olan walked to the door first, with a smile on his face.

An Keke intends to have breakfast with Ou Qi, but Ou Lan has already decided to leave immediately, so she can't spoil Ou Lan's interest, so she can only follow behind Ou Lan.

Looking at An Keke's back, Ou Qi suddenly felt a little bit reluctant. These two people went to the company together and then came back together. Suddenly, without An Ke Ke to accompany him for breakfast, Ou Qi felt a little lonely.

Ou Shao will be lonely? I'm afraid no one will believe it.

Oulan drove up, a brand new Maserati.

Seeing the astonishment in An Keke's eyes, Olan explained: "This is a gift from my father, and someone bought it for me yesterday."

Get a Maserati as a gift? Ou Guangsheng is really rich and powerful, and he loves his daughter very much.

Thinking of the scene she saw at the restaurant, Olan realized that An Keke and An Qingshan had a bad relationship, so she changed the subject, "Sister-in-law, what do you want to buy?"

Ou Qi has prepared almost everything he needs. Enkeke really has nothing to buy. After thinking about it carefully, he didn't think about what he wanted to buy.

Olan glanced at Encore, "Go shopping for clothes."

It is normal for women to go shopping for clothes.

"No need, Ou Qi has already bought a lot of clothes for me, but I haven't worn them yet, and I don't have any events to attend recently, I..." An Keke subconsciously refused, she already had two wardrobes full of clothes.

But she glanced at it casually, and the cheapest one should be a dress designed by a Milanese designer.

The suit she was wearing was bought by herself for thousands of dollars...

"Do you think women buy clothes because they have no clothes at home? It's a woman's nature to buy beautiful clothes. You are so beautiful, so naturally you have to buy more clothes." Olan said while driving the car.

She has long hair in a shawl, looks extraordinarily soft and beautiful, with a slender and perfect figure, she is indeed a rare beauty.

An Keke watched her driving like a cloud and flowing water, and knew that a woman with her family background naturally learned to drive very early.

Suddenly, An Keke thought of something and asked, "Olan, do you know little uncle very well?" JrNovels.com