Chapter 17： My home, your home, or...

Wanli Plaza.

Good-looking men and beautiful women, walking hand in hand.

Stars flashed in An Qingmei's eyes: "Brother~ How about I pick clothes for you."

Her family is a scholarly family, and she won the first prize of the National Design Competition in college, and she has been full of art cells since she was a child.

Both vision and taste are extremely high.

I am currently helping some companies do design, with a monthly income of about 100,000. Yoga personal training is just a matter of interest.

There were also many scouts who dug her to be an entertainer model, but she refused.

An Qing is a mature mistress who combines beauty and talent.

......

LouisVuitton flagship store.

Men's clothing area.

Jiang Chen tried on a set of clothes that An Qing matched for him, and adjusted his collar to the fitting mirror.

The so-called Buddha relies on gold clothes, and people rely on clothes.

Putting on this outfit, he immediately got a new look, highlighting his fairy face even more. The sun is handsome, and there is a sunny smile in the handsome and stylish.

An Qing's eyes are full of tenderness and admiration: "You are really a clothes rack. No matter what you wear, you are so handsome. Now I am a little suspicious of my vision of choosing clothes."

Jiang Chen pettingly touched her head: "Don't doubt it, just seeing me shows that you have a good vision."

"Narcissism~"

An Qing smiled, and then admired Jiang Chen, who was immortal, "Do you like this suit? Can I buy it for you?"

"It's enough for you to choose clothes for me, I have money myself."

Jiang Chen smiled faintly, and touched her head pettingly.

"But I want to show it, I want to buy a gift for you."

An Qing raised her eyes and looked at Jiang Chen. In fact, she was afraid that if she was good at making opinions, what would happen if Jiang Chen hated her.

"The best gift, haven't you already given it to me?"

Jiang Chen smiled evilly.

An Qing blushed instantly and she was ashamed. There are so many people here! !

Jiang Chen felt that An Qing was a little bit cute. The last time she seduced herself at her home, she was not so shy.

In fact, women are all made of water, fickle.

An Qing couldn't help showing her little woman's side only in front of Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen took An Qing to the LV flagship store and paid the bill at the service counter.

The lady cashier couldn't help blushing when she saw Jiang Chen's first glance, she lowered her head and dared not look directly, her breathing seemed tense.

"First... Sir, the total is 145,800 yuan."

Jiang Chen swiped his card to pay.

Quitly and leave.

This little cashier sister was relieved.

At this time, several sales assistants next to her immediately greeted her and looked at the back of Jiang Chen leaving.

"Sister, is this little brother super handsome!"

"Really handsome! I was nervous when I saw him just now."

"Not only is he handsome, he has money, and he is generous to his girlfriend. Whoever is his girlfriend is fortunate for Sansheng!"

"Yes, hundreds of thousands of eyes don't blink."

"I really want to be his girlfriend!"

"I'm willing to take my 30-year lifespan and exchange it for a boyfriend like this~"

"..."

Subsequently.

Jiang Chen and An Qing visited almost the entire mall, visited various luxury stores, bought a dozen sets of clothes and pants, and ten sets of various styles and styles of watches and leather shoes, which probably cost more than two million.

As for An Qing, Jiang Chen also bought some bags, clothes, jewelry, perfume and cosmetics for her, spending about 400,000 yuan.

Jiang Chen is never stingy with his own woman.

It's getting late.

Jiang Chen and An Qing had dinner, watched the movie, and were ready to go home.

In the Lamborghini car.

The car drove at a constant speed, and the two faced the evening breeze.

An Qingqiao blushed slightly, and secretly sent Qiubo: "Is this your home, my home, or your home today?"

"I'll take you to a place."

Jiang Chen retained a sense of mystery.

An Qing finds that she likes Jiang Chen more and more, not only pays attention to details, but also understands romance.

She felt very fortunate to be able to meet such a prince charming in the minds of all girls, and at the same time very fortunate that she became his woman.

Jiang Chen drove the Lamborghini to Yangquan Street.

An Qing couldn't help but curiously asked, "Your family used to live near the Palace of King Qi."

"You only guessed half of it correctly. You are right if you remove the last three words."

"Pray King's Mansion? Is Qi King's Mansion now open to the outside world?"

An Qing thought Jiang Chen would take herself for a walk inside.

In her cognition, Prince Qi's Mansion is not open to the outside world.

She felt that Jiang Chen was already very powerful as long as she could bring herself in, and she didn't even think that Qi Wangfu was Jiang Chen's residence.

Drive all the way.

Lamborghini stopped at the door of Prince Qi's Mansion.

I saw a middle-aged man in a suit at the door.

An Qing panicked: "There are security guards in the palace, we can't get in."

Jiang Chen smiled softly and pushed the car door.

The middle-aged man had already stepped forward to greet him, bowed slightly, and said respectfully:

"Mr. Jiang, you are back."

An Qing's eyes widened, she couldn't believe it: "Is this the Palace of Prayer really yours?"

"Yeah, come out, I'll take you in and stroll around."

Jiang Chen took An Qing out of the car, then glanced at the middle-aged man, and introduced:

"This is the hostess here."

The middle-aged man nodded and bowed respectfully: "Mrs. Jiang, good evening."

"This is our housekeeper, you can call him Uncle Zhao."

An Qing also nodded to the other party, saying hello.

Jiang Chen briefly introduced An Qing, then threw the key to Uncle Zhao and asked him to park in the garage.

The two traveled at night to pray for the palace.

After a lap.

An Qing sighed as if she had discovered a new world:

"The design of the Palace of King Prayer should also come from the hands of the world's top designers. I have been to the Ducal Palace of Burgundy abroad and the top legendary hotels in France. They were also built in this historical site, but..."

"They are no better than this Palace of Prayer."

An Qing's eyes were full of shock, but what made her even more surprised was that this huge palace actually belonged to Jiang Chen.

"Where do you think the design is best here?" Jiang Chen asked suddenly.

An Qing thought for a moment: "I really can't pick it out, because I think every place is designed perfectly."

"Wrong, the bathroom design here is the best, we can have a good experience tonight." Jiang Chen is serious.

An Qing's beautiful eyes flowed, and she opened her hands: "I hate it, then you take me in~"

Jiang Chen picked up An Qing and walked to the bathroom.

An Qing's pretty face is getting hotter and hotter, as if the whole person is about to melt into Jiang Chen's arms.

She hugged Jiang Chen's neck and said:

"I'm running out of strength, can you help me wash..."

Under Jiang Chen's movements, An Qing's graceful and beautiful figure gradually became unobstructed.

It is worthy of a yoga personal training, and the S-curve is fully displayed.

Jiang Chen only felt that his whole body was getting hot, facing such a stunner in the world, even he could hardly control it.

Lingering overnight.

An Qing finally fell limp in Jiang Chen's arms and fell asleep sweetly.