Qin Chenchen looked at the photos he had searched for from the Internet and thought about it for three days.

She didn't understand why she was like this: since she saw Mrs. Shen's photo, she was fascinated and missed her every second.

She thought the deceased Mrs. Shen was beautiful. is not only beautiful, but also the kind of temperament on her body deeply attracts Qin Chenchen.

Qin Chenchen touched the photo of Mrs. Shen, and sometimes wondered: Why are you so similar to me?

"Alas, Mrs. Shen, do you think we will be mother and daughter?"

She just said this casually, and suddenly, her face changed, she closed the web page, faced the sky outside, put her hands together, closed her eyes, and bowed.

"Amitabha, good, good! Mrs. Shen, I didn't mean to offend. You have a spirit in heaven, don't worry about me. ”

Knock knock – there's a knock on the door.

Qin Chenchen ran to open the door.

Standing outside the door was a servant.

"Miss, the young master has sent you something."

When Qin Chenchen heard this, his face instantly darkened. "What's that?"

A set of Chanel princess dresses!

Qin Chenchen crossed his arms and stood in front of the bed, looking at the neatly spread skirt on the bed, his little face became colder and colder.

The servant stood aside, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart: Shouldn't the young master be happy when he sent a gift to the young lady? Why does your face stink so much?

Qin Chenchen was silent for a long time before he lifted the skirt, and said with disgust on his face: "If you are far away, just send me a skirt?" He went to England, was his brain spoiled by the dark cuisine there? ”

The maid wipes the sweat.

If you dare to scold the young master for having a bad brain, I'm afraid the young lady is alone.

She replied cautiously: "Miss, do you know that this dress is very special?" ”

Qin Chenchen sneered, "What's the difference?" Is it a different fabric or a different style? Isn't it just a skirt? This girl has several cabinets. ”

"Miss, this dress is Chanel's latest spring haute couture limited edition, and you can't buy it even if you have money. Didn't you say the other day that you particularly wanted either? Therefore, the young master took a high price for this skirt for you. ”

Qin Chenchen was stunned.

There is indeed such a thing.

A few days ago, during the Chinese New Year, she saw this skirt when she was on the Internet, and it was very beautiful, so she was moved.

But this skirt is not sold, only internal reservations are accepted. She was devastated.

Unexpectedly, Leng Mo actually took this matter to heart.

Qin Chenchen's black face couldn't be hung up. She coughed awkwardly, her eyes fluttering like water.

"Ahem... Oh, that's right! ”

The maid covered her mouth and smiled, "The young master is really super spoiled Miss." ”

"Pet a yarn!" She pouted, very upset, "He just wants to make up for me." Hum! ”

Did he think she didn't know what he was thinking?

That night, he drank a lot of wine. It was under the influence of alcohol that he did such an outrageous thing to her.

I guess when he woke up, he regretted it.

This conscience found out about his fault, so he thought about how to make up for her.

This skirt is the best proof of this!

"Put this dress away!" Qin Chenchen said.

The servant was puzzled, "Miss, aren't you going to wear it?" ”

Qin Chenchen's eyebrows were cold, "Don't wear it!" ”

"Why? This dress is so beautiful! ”

"I don't like it! Or... Sending you? ”

The maid's face changed, and she waved her hand hurriedly, "No, no, no, the young lady laughed." How can I accept something so valuable? Besides, this dress was specially given to you by the young master, how can you give it to me? ”

Qin Chenchen pursed his lips, "Since you don't accept it, then find a time to send it." ”

The maid was shocked, "Send?" To whom? ”

"Any public welfare organization, welfare home, you can do it! It is also possible to donate to children in mountainous areas, and I heard that many left-behind children can't even wear clothes during the Chinese New Year. ”

The servant couldn't laugh or cry. She held her skirt and walked out of the room helplessly.