Domesticated Wife: AA system for wealthy transactions

When Liancheng Yazhi said this, he became even more dissatisfied with Secretary Zhou. What does this guy want to do before he sends the clothes over?

The old housekeeper said tremblingly: "Master... the people sent by Secretary Zhou have already delivered the clothes. I was worried that you were still sleeping and I didn't dare to disturb you."

Liancheng is elegant...

Ahem, okay, he wronged Secretary Zhou.

Liancheng said elegantly: "Why didn't you tell me earlier, where are the clothes?"

"It has been moved upstairs to the room that Miss Rongyan has prepared."

Liancheng Yazhi straightened up his face and said happily: "Let's go upstairs and change clothes."

Upstairs, Rong Yan's bedroom is right next to Liancheng's elegant bedroom, as he had ordered.

Opening the door, the room has been decorated.

The tender pink curtains fluttered in the morning breeze. There were two cute dolls on the bed, and some Barbie dolls that the little girl liked were placed on the table.

You can tell from the first glance that this is a girl's room.

Liancheng looked at it elegantly and critically. The room had been tidied up over a period of time. There were many things that he was not satisfied with, but he could only make do with it first and then decorate it properly in the future.

Liancheng Yazhi asked Rongyan: "Do you like it here?"

She looked at the face very carefully. She had never dared to think of a room like this before. Now this would be her bedroom? I couldn’t believe it.

Rongyan let go of Liancheng's elegant hand, walked to the table, picked up a blond Barbie doll wearing a princess dress, and smiled: "I like it, it's very beautiful..."

She had never had a toy that truly belonged to her before, and Yang Yan would never spend an extra penny on her.

Even if Rong Jia was tired of playing with it, she would rather throw it away than let Rong Yan play with it.

People's hearts can be so cruel sometimes, so cruel that you don't even know how far they will go.

The 12-year-old girl's mind is not yet fully mature, but she still has an instinctive love for toys.

Liancheng Yazhi saw the sweet smile on her face and felt that she would be in a good mood throughout the day.

He opened the closet, which was filled with clothes, mostly little girls' dresses, but also jeans, short-sleeves, and the like.

Liancheng Yazhi thought for a while, looked at the injuries on Rong Yan's body, and reached out to take off a light lemon yellow dress.

He casually pulled off the label and handed it to Rong Yan, "Here, wear this skirt."

Rong Yan saw the wardrobe full of new clothes, and her eyes widened in surprise. There were so many clothes, she had never seen so many.

It wasn't until Liancheng Yazhi called her for the second time that she came back to her senses. She looked at the injuries on her body with some inferiority complex and said, "Brother, I'd better wear pants. On my body..."

Liancheng Yazhi stuffed the clothes into her arms, "It doesn't matter, listen to my brother and wear a skirt."

The weather is hot now. Wearing long pants will make you sweat easily. Once you sweat, the wounds on your body will be easily infected. It is better to wear a skirt.

Rong Yan bit her lip, but chose to listen to Liancheng Yaya.

The skirt has no sleeves and is very simple in style. The skirt reaches below the knees. It looks great on Rong Yan. She seems to have a calmness that is not for her age. She is just a little fat. This is the smallest size. Unfortunately, Rong Yan is too thin.

"Yes, she is beautiful but too thin. I need to eat well and eat more in the future..."

Liancheng Yazhi chose a pair of sandals for Rong Yan and then took her out for dinner.

I didn't expect that when I came back from dinner, I saw a police car parked in front of my house.