Damn, this little brother is too uneducated. Visually, he is only fifteen years old, how can he be so arrogant, look like a human, and do things. How does it not match a fifteen-year-old age.
She yelled at her sister, but she did such an unpleasant thing on her hands.
"Brother, your mother didn't teach you. Isn't money the only way to solve the problem?" Rocol picked up the check and tore it off.
"Um..."
"You should keep your mother's money and go home to buy sweets and eat, and ask your mother to teach you how to treat others." Rocol got into the car after giving the last advice.
The scratches that were kissed on the back are still very serious.
The boy looked at a certain handsome little girl in amazement as she walked, she was not much older than her, she was still so decent, pretending to be mature.
Rocol drove back to the villa.
"Big Brother. I'm back, come out to greet me." Rocol yelled loudly.
"Look, do you look like a girl? Lady, don't no one wants it then." Cheng Yanshu took a fashion magazine and read it on the sofa.
He gets off work early today, and there is not much get off work in the company. So I came back early.
"Well, I'm not like a lady, but it's okay for me to pretend to be a lady." Rocol said with her arms around someone's shoulders.
"Why haven't I seen your lady's appearance?" Cheng Yanshu laughed at Rocol behind him.
"Then wait for me, I'll be a lady to show in the future. Hahaha" Rokelle got into the room.
"Dangdangdang..." After a long while, Rocol went on the court gorgeously. Open the door of her boudoir.
A stunning lady came out.
The long, slightly curly hair is waist-length, with a light makeup. Wearing a light blue skirt with wrapped breasts. There is also a white shawl on his shoulders and a pair of very thin and tall high heels on his feet.
Enchanting figure, absolutely charming and powerful.
When has Cheng Yanshu seen such a Rokol
Absolutely a model of a door lady, does Rocol have the predictive function in advance to know that he is going to take her to the reception
However, this brand does not seem to be enough to hold the scene.
"Well, yes, it turns out that our family Keer can also be a lady." Cheng Yanshu praised.
"That is, who am I."
"Okay, then I can rest assured, let's go and take you to a reception. But before that, let's go to the mall."
Cheng Yanshu picked up Rokcol and drove into the Global Fashion Building.
When I came out, I also changed into an evening dress.
Goose yellow long skirt with waist and chest. The skirt is long and wrinkled. The waves are as turbulent as running water. It can be seen that the designer’s unique concept is completely in line with Rocol’s character, and the design of the long skirt just conceals Rocol’s active character. Today she is still a lady if she is not a lady.
Rokcol, who is slender and holding a LV bag with a height of ten centimeters, has matured a lot and is charming a lot.
Although Cheng Yanshu's company is not a top consortium in the world, it is at least as good as it looks and is well-known in the business world. The money thrown on Rocol today is actually nothing.
"Where are we going, boss." Luo Ke'er led Cheng Yanshu into the venue. Everyone looked up at this beautiful scene and flashed from the door. Along the way, spread all the way.
Rocol's stunning appearance brought a new and brilliant glory to the entire cocktail party of successful people.
The different temperament exuded by the girl was like a stream of clear spring, slowly flowing by.
Rocoer was staring at it, feeling like a man on her back, itching all over, and feeling very uncomfortable. She felt stared by the eyes of such a successful man. Although there was a feeling of being admired, she didn't like it.
"This is Kerr, my sister." Cheng Yanshu said, letting everyone breathe a sigh of relief. They thought it was his female companion, so much difference. It turned out to be the younger sister, but the younger sister is also a bit different. Some are like father and daughter. Although Cheng Yan's special skill is romantic and suave, Yushu faces the wind. Exuding the charm of a mature man.
"Lingmei is really beautiful and beautiful." Everyone praised her.
Rocol smirked for fun, and then wanted to find a place to escape.
"Boss, you go toast them and chat, I just walk around, leave me alone. I'm going to have a snack or something." Rocol wanted to escape.
"Then you go. Eat less, look at the meat on your waist." Cheng Yanshu planned to hit her.
"You... How come, this lady is very slim, okay? Rocol stared at her waist, feeling very thin, there is no meat he said, damn it.
"Okay, I won't tease you anymore, go." Although Cheng Yanshu has matured, his heart is young because of Rocol, teasing her every day.
Rocol dragged his long skirt to a corner.
Rocol, sitting in the corner, took a fork and ate the cake, happily eating.
"Eat again, be careful to become a pig." The boy appeared in front of him again. A pair of long and narrow Danfeng eyes. Bright black hair, black eyes, everything is so pure.
But Rocol was strange, why the dog couldn't vomit ivory.
Why did you meet him here? Is he on the way, is he just here
"Why is your mouth so cheap? You owe it." Rocol's words were completely opposite to what she was wearing at this time. One in the sky and one underground.
What he wears is human, and he speaks nothing.
Haha, a perfect match with the boy in front of me, my goodness, stop. What is she thinking. Rocol patted her head.
"Aren't you the same?" The young man said when he didn't speak, he called a blockbuster when he spoke, and it was earth-shattering.
"Okay, okay, good women don't fight men. Why are you here?" Roker asked, how could she meet him wherever she went, could it be that he was a follower who followed her, but there is no reason.
"I, why do you need to ask me why I came here? I am the son of the president of this reception. Why do you think I am here?" The boy sat down next to Rocol, holding a glass of champagne in his hand. .
"Oh, so? Who is hosting this reception?" Rocol couldn't help but ask curiously. This kid is quite rich, too, as you can see from the check just now.
"Uh, a woman with long hair and short knowledge." The boy despised once again.
"You, you think your hair is short, so your knowledge is long, ah yeah." Rocol never knew what gentleness was.
"At least I know who my dad is, at least I know who organized the cocktail party here." The boy said to death.