Chapter 212 Come~Come Eat Me~

"Ah?" Qiao refused instinctively, "I don't want it, I can leave after changing clothes, why should I go to your room."

He Yunting's tone was uncompromising, "Don't be disobedient."

Holding her wrist, he walked towards the door.

"Come on, I haven't taken the clothes that Sister Xiaoxiao bought for me."

"No more."

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

"Because I bought it for you too."

Joe One: "..."

I don’t understand the world of local tyrants, but that 30W+ is real money. In the stage of starting a business, money is so precious that you must not waste a penny.

Qiao Yi's brain was running fast, and he was quick to think, "Then don't waste it, what a pity, it's not easy for the farmer uncle to grow some food."

He Yunting paused, with a look of inconceivability on his face, he couldn't figure out the direct connection between not wanting clothes and growing food.

"why?"

"Think about it, what does the farmer grow grain for?

To make money selling food.

How should the money earned be spent?

To buy food and clothes to maintain daily life.

You just ruined the clothes you bought with the money that the farmer uncle worked so hard to grow the grain. What is the difference from directly ruining the farmer uncle's grain?

Shame on wasting food! "

Qiao Yi kept a small face, spoke seriously, and raised his small fist in front of him, which made the corners of 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, big boss!"

She ran into the bedroom in a hurry, and the clothes were put on the bed, and nothing was missing.

Great, 300,000 in hand!

Joe beamed, as if 300,000 cash was on the bed.

He Yunting stood outside the door with a dark face.

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

It seems that someone has to change all the clothes in the villa for her!

Qiao Yi cheerfully hugged 300,000, and followed He Yunting to his room.

As soon as he opened the door, Qiao Yi was attracted by a burst of fragrance, which was very fragrant and very pleasant.

He Yunting lived in the presidential suite, which was at least three or four times larger than Jiang Yixiao's. After entering from the entrance, it was winding, with many houses and many corridors.

But Qiao Yi was not lost at all. Like a golden retriever, she sniffed and searched for the smell, and found the restaurant all the way.

"Wow, so many!"

Joe was still wearing white hotel slippers on one foot, his eyes were round and round, and he was fixed outside the restaurant door blankly, 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 dim sum, Japanese cakes, and in the middle of the dining table, there is a huge strawberry cake covered with snow-like cream covered with big red ones. Strawberry, like little red elves, pointed at her and kept saying,

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

From such a distance, she could smell the faint strawberry fragrance floating in the air of the restaurant. One can imagine how delicious this cake is.

Qiao Yi was so greedy that he swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva in a useless manner.

I really want to eat it. At the reception just now, she only took a bite of the cake, but that bastard Wang Kun messed it up, and she couldn't finish it.

He heard He Yunting's gentle footsteps getting closer and closer to him.

Joe licked his lips and pretended to ask,

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

Hehe, Lao He is apologizing, can you see that?