Su Jianni obediently twirled around, her skirt fluttering in the wind.
Wow, so beautiful, is she a model?
"What an adorable little girl!"
"Little sister, how old are you this year?"
Several guests nearby couldn't help but gather around. They had never seen such a beautiful girl before and were extremely fascinated by her.
Su Jianni blushed slightly as she was suddenly praised by so many people, and glanced at Su Luo.
"I am twelve years old."
Su Luo's eyes were full of pride, as if to say something.
You can all be envious, my daughter. Of course, my daughter is the cutest and most beautiful!
A little while later, Su Jianni changed into her second outfit, also a cute princess dress.
Standing in front of the mirror, I carefully examined myself.
Although her face was still young, it was exquisitely beautiful. She had a slim waist and long legs, and was very pretty, but she was too thin.
When will I grow up?
...
On the same floor, not far away is the men's clothing section.
VIP lounge.
Song Lingshan leaned back lazily on the sofa, crossed her legs, propped her chin on her hand, and stared at the four male models in front of her.
The manager, dressed in a business suit, nervously observed Song Lingshan's subtle expressions, afraid of neglecting this big spender.
A few seconds later, Song Lingshan frowned slightly, "Change the batch."
Su Luo's shirt was torn by those bastards, and she wanted to buy him a new one, so she used her break time to come and pick out clothes for Su Luo.
Unfortunately, the models' figures were too different from Su Luo's, and the clothes she chose didn't look right on her.
The manager waved his hand at the group, and they turned away dejectedly.
"Mr. Song, don't worry, we still have plenty of models. Have a cup of coffee first."
The manager then handed over a coffee.
Song Lingshan showed no intention of taking the answer and said impatiently, "I have limited time."
The manager broke out in a cold sweat. "I'm sorry, but you'll definitely be satisfied with the next batch."
It's not that the models in their store aren't professional enough, but rather that Song Lingshan's demands are too harsh and extreme.
We need male models who are 168cm tall and weigh around 100kg, with good proportions, a slim waist, long legs, fair skin, and delicate features.
He just called headquarters to ask them to send someone over. If that still doesn't meet Song Lingshan's expectations, then he really has no other choice.
A short while later, a new batch of models entered the VIP room.
Song Lingshan spotted the last one immediately. The boy had a similar build to Su Luo and a rather handsome face.
Seeing this, the manager immediately had the boy turn around so that Song Lingshan could properly showcase the clothes.
Song Lingshan nodded in satisfaction. "This is the one."
This is a very understated new black suit for the season. The tailoring and quality are excellent, and the brand logo is well hidden, making it almost invisible on the outside.
The manager finally breathed a sigh of relief and said respectfully.
"Okay, then, would you like to wrap it up, or have someone deliver it to your home?"
Song Lingshan is a member of their store, and her cumulative spending has reached an astonishing eight figures, so naturally they want to provide her with the best service.
"Wrap it up."
Song Lingshan was thinking that after leaving the mall, she would take Su Luo directly to his house and invite him to have dinner together.
"Okay, please wait a moment."
The manager left the room and packed up the clothes.
Song Lingshan handed over her membership card at the cashier.
After paying the bill, Song Lingshan picked up her clothes and stepped onto the escalator.
Arriving at the Starbucks on the third floor, I chose a window seat, ordered a black coffee, and asked the barista to add a few extra sugar cubes.
I inserted the straw into the cup and drank quietly.
He turned his head to look at the scenery outside the window, slightly lost in thought.
She had driven Su Luo twice, but had never been inside his home. She wondered if his room was still as stylish as it was three years ago.
She still remembered that three years ago, when she first entered Su Luo's rented apartment, she was shocked by the decorations in his room.
How can I describe it?
Su Luo has such a beautiful face, and her temperament is also reserved and gentle.
However, the style of the room was completely different from his temperament.
The room's main color scheme was black and white, and the walls were covered with posters of the then-popular punk rock band Hot Tmaple. The bookshelves were filled with their albums and records.
There was also a vintage record player and a walnut guitar next to it.
She wondered if he still liked the band Hot Tmaple. She remembered that Su Luo really liked Linda, the lead singer of Hot Tmaple.
I've always wanted to go abroad to see their performances, but I'm too busy with my studies to have the time.
Coincidentally, while studying abroad, she met Linda at a social gathering. It turned out that her Chinese name was Ye Xiaoman, and the two became close friends who could talk about anything.
Ye Xiaoman will return to China at the end of the month. If Su Luo still likes her, she plans to bring Ye Xiaoman to Su Luo.
Give Su Luo a big surprise.
Since forcing Su Luo won't work, we'll have to try a different approach. There's plenty of time in the future anyway.
She was determined to make Su Luo admit his mistakes, regret breaking up with her back then, and resolutely return to her arms.
...
Su Jianni did not take advantage of Su Luo's statement that she did not need to look at the price to make a large purchase.
Knowing that her father worked very hard to earn money, she only chose the outfit she liked best and, very considerately, pulled Su Luo out of the store.
Su Luo was very pleased and took Su Jiani to the third floor, wanting to treat her to a nice lunch.
He spotted a charcoal-grilled restaurant not far away and asked about it.
"Nini, would you like some barbecue?"
Just as Su Jianni was about to agree, she spotted a familiar figure in the coffee shop next to the barbecue restaurant.
It was the woman who took Su Luo home that night.
The woman wasn't wearing business attire today; instead, she wore a cream-colored Chanel silk blouse, a black pencil skirt, and black patent leather high heels.
She was elegantly sipping her coffee, sunlight streaming through the glass and illuminating her delicate face, making her look almost unreal.
Su Jiani tugged at Su Luo's sleeve.
"I want to drink coffee."
"Eat, drink after you finish your meal, be a good boy/girl."
Su Luo has never been a fan of coffee, and besides, Su Jianni has a small appetite, usually only eating half a bowl of rice per meal. After drinking a large cup of coffee, how could she possibly eat lunch?
"No, I want to drink. I'll only drink a little, and I'll eat my food properly later."
Su Jianni affectionately tugged at Su Luo's sleeve and acted coquettishly.
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