Chapter 212： Come on~ Come eat me~

Chapter 212 Come~ Come eat me~

"Huh?" Joe instinctively refused, "I don't want it. I can leave after changing my clothes. Why should I go to your room."

He Yunting's tone is not tolerant of his beak, "Don't be obedient."

grabbed her wrist and walked to the door.

"Tian, ​​I haven’t got the clothes that Sister Xiaoxiao bought for me."

"No more."

Joe was surprised, but it was 30W+, "Why???"

"Because I bought it for you too."

Qiao Yi: "..."

I don’t understand the world of local tyrants, but that 30W+ is real money. At the start-up stage, the money is precious, so you must not waste a single cent.

Qiao Yi’s brain is swiftly running, eagerly wise, "Then don’t waste it, it’s a pity, it’s not easy for a farmer to grow some grain."

He Yunting took a step, his face was unbelievable, and he couldn't understand the direct connection between no clothes and growing food.

"why?"

"You think, what does the farmer uncle grow grain for?"

In order to make money selling food.

How to spend the money earned?

Buy food and clothing to maintain daily life.

You spoiled the clothes you bought for the money that the uncle farmer worked so hard to grow grain. What's the difference between directly ruining the uncle's grain?

It's shameful to waste food! "

Qiao made a stern face, spoke serious, and raised a small fist in front of him, making He Yunting's mouth twitch.

The logic is so strict that he can't refute it...

In the end, Joe won an overwhelming victory.

He Yunting couldn't even say a word, so he looked at the bedroom helplessly.

Joe was happy, "Thank you, boss!"

She rushed into the bedroom, putting her clothes on the bed, and there was nothing missing.

Awesome, 300,000 got it!

Qiao smiled, as if 30W cash was on the bed.

He Yunting stood outside the door with a black face.

what happened? Can a set of clothes make her laugh like this?

It seems that she has to be asked to change all the clothes in the villa!

Qiao cheerfully held 300,000, and went to his room with He Yunting.

As soon as he opened the door, Joe was attracted by a burst of scent. The fragrance was delicate, and he smelled very comfortable.

He Yunting lived in the presidential suite. The room was at least three or four times larger than Jiang Yixiao’s place. After entering the hallway, it was crooked, with many houses and many walkways.

But Joe didn't get lost at all. She was like a golden retriever, sniffing her nose, searching for a taste, and she found the restaurant all the way.

"Wow, so much!"

Qiao was still wearing white hotel slippers on one foot, and his eyes were round and round, and he was set in a daze outside the restaurant, unable to believe what he saw in his eyes.

There is a whole table on the dining table, all kinds of desserts, including French pastries, Chinese desserts, Japanese cakes, and in the middle of the table, there is a huge strawberry cake, covered with cream like snow, covered with red big ones. Strawberries, like red elves, raised their fingers at her and kept talking,

"Come on, come on, come eat me, come eat me~"

Away from such a long distance, she could smell the smell of strawberries floating in the air in the restaurant. One can imagine how delicious this cake is.

Joe was so frustrated that he swallowed twice without any promise.

I really want to eat it. At the reception just now, she only took a bite of the cake, so Wang Kun’s **** was stirred up, and she didn’t eat it well.

Hearing He Yunting's gentle footsteps, he was getting closer and closer.

Joe licked his lips and asked pretentiously.

"Wow, Mr. He, I can't tell, you like sweets."

Hey, Lao He is apologizing, do you see that?

(End of this chapter)