Qiao Yimo blinked, "It's okay."

"Okay, then you are thinking about it."

After finishing talking, the clerk took Qiao Yimo into the room and looked at each one one by one, using professional knowledge to explain to Qiao Yimo.

Leng Jie followed behind, staring at the girl's back.

.........

And here, Qiao Anchu, was attracted by the royal musicians, and couldn't wait to go out shopping to buy clothes and jewelry.

Qiao Anchu took the bank card given by Dong Yan and came to the women's shopping paradise with Qiao Qingling.

She looked straight at the dress hanging in the window. If only she could wear this dress to the celebration banquet, she would definitely be fascinated by a large group of people.

Qiao Anchu and Qiao Qingling walked in, and they chatted and looked at the clothes in the window.

Suddenly, when Qiao Qingling took her arm to the corner, he inadvertently saw a familiar and unfamiliar figure.

She raised her neck again, but found that the figure had disappeared.

Qiao Anchu scratched his head. It seemed that his eyes were not so good. How could Qiao Yimo be here.

It is impossible for her to come to such a high-end store, how could she come to a woman's paradise.

Thinking of this, she raised her head and continued to admire the beautiful dress in front of her.

......

The next day, seven o'clock in the evening.

Fang Yujingyuan Hotel.

With the status and prestige of Qiao's family in S City, the entire hotel was covered.

Those who are present today are all high-status and influential figures in S City.

In some families, there are about twenty men who also come to join in the hottest.

If the son and the daughter of Qiao’s family are right, get to know each other first by the way, and if they are destined in the future, they can also become in-laws.

Obviously, everyone’s goal today is Qiao Anchu, who is about to become the heir to the royal music of Country Y.

In the eyes of outsiders, this is not a birthday banquet, but a high-level banquet.

In Fang Yujingyuan’s parking lot, luxury cars drove in one by one.

People who got out of the car, without exception, dressed very delicately and beautifully.

At this time, a red Porsche stopped outside the door. Qiao Anchu was wearing a big red dress with delicate light makeup on his face. He stepped on high heels about five centimeters and walked out of the car slowly.

The man at the banquet door saw this, his eyes straightened.

Sure enough, the appearance of the daughter of the Qiao family is well-deserved.

"Oh my God, this Qiao Anchu is too beautiful."

"Sure enough, this trip today is too worthwhile."

Some middle-aged and elderly people can't help but sigh.

"It would be nice if the daughter of the Qiao family should be my grandson-in-law."

"The Qiao family's family business has been doing better in recent years. It would be even better if they could get married.

"That's right, it seems that the child's home must be mentioned to Qiao's family."

"Now Qiao Anchu is about to become the heir to the royal music of Country Y. It's too popular. You may not be in your turn if you want it."

A hint of arrogance and disdain flashed in Qiao Anchu's eyes.

Now that she is so good, how many men in the world are worthy of her?

There are probably only one or two in the entire S city.

Then, another Rolls-Royce stopped outside the door.

Hearing that, the Qiao family also has a daughter who looks very much like Dong Yan, so it must not be too bad.

Everyone held their breath and looked expectantly at the car window.

I saw a young girl getting off the car.

After Qiao Yimo got out of the car, he took off the hat on his head. In an instant, his beautiful and delicate face appeared, exuding a cold and alienated temperament from top to bottom.

Wearing a simple white T-shirt and light-colored jeans underneath, it looks very refreshing and simple.

Everyone was stunned in an instant.

"What's the situation? This person is not the daughter of the Qiao family?"

"However, this face does look a bit like Dong Yan."

"But why does she dress so plainly? Can't the Qiao family afford her a dress?"

"Who knows? Maybe something special."

Qiao Anchu, who was wearing high heels and carrying a skirt, looked at Qiao Yimo with disgust. JrNovels.com