"Manager, please help me see if there are any clothes suitable for my girl." Song Baojun browsed in front of the clothing display stands, and from time to time reached out to try the texture of the clothes.

The manager looked up hard at Ling Anqi's height and figure, looked embarrassed, and asked, "Sir, do you want formal or casual clothes?"

"No matter what style or model, just take it out and try it if it is suitable."

The manager hesitated and leaned into Song Baojun's ear and whispered: "No women's clothing is the case. I see this lady's heroic appearance, and I'm afraid she can better control the neutral style of men's clothing."

"Okay, let's try it first."

Under the manager's instructions, a clerk quickly took out six special and extra-large down jackets, which were divided into thin and thick styles, including black, red, yellow and green, slim and loose styles.

"Go, try one by one." Song Baojun ordered Ling Anqi.

Ling Anqi became more and more nervous. Seeing that there was an outsider present, she couldn't refuse, so she took her clothes into the fitting room.

Song Baojun asked the manager to find suits, jackets, wool sweaters, pants, shoes, anyway, they were suitable for them.

Ling Anqi opened the door of the fitting room in a squeak and asked softly: "Sir, are I walking like this?"

Song Baojun turned around and saw her wearing new clothes, with a unique radiant temperament, and said, "Of course it's OK, it's pretty good."

The manager smiled and said, "This lady looks very beautiful and outstanding in dressing, with a completely supermodel figure, and is simply beautiful."

"Really?" Ling Anqi's joyful gaze fell on Song Baojun.

Song Baojun picked up a Chinese Air Force jacket and handed it over: "Come and try this one again."

"Well, do you have to try?" Ling Anqi saw four clerks standing in front of her, each holding several sets of clothes, as if the eunuch who was dressed in a dress queen, and was obviously very scared.

Song Baojun looked at his watch: "It's still early, so I'll try it slowly. In short, we'll go to have a meal after trying these clothes in the afternoon. By the way, there are also these jeans, try it out."

Ling Anqi had no choice but to stuff her questions back into her stomach and then entered the fitting room.

After a while, I tried a few coats, and the neutral-style military green pilot jacket was the best, especially the left arm was embroidered with the Air Force badge and a row of small words: "Where the Chinese Air Force goes, it is the airspace of China." It was so handsome that it was explosive when worn by Ling Anqi.

With a pair of tight jeans and military boots, the body of ten toes and super long legs are revealed, which is so heroic that it makes people unable to look away.

Song Baojun pointed to those down jackets, jackets, shoes and seven or eight pairs of pants he had tried before: "Wrap them all."

"Okay." The manager quickly agreed.

Ling Anqi looked at the dressing mirror for a long time, unable to believe that the person in the mirror was herself, and asked hesitantly: "Sir, is it too fashionable for me to wear this way?"

Seeing that her butt was wrapped in her jeans, forming a round arc, she couldn't control her itchy hands, so she stepped forward and pinched her hands, and smiled and said, "Is that good?"

"Oh!" Ling Anqi was attacked by a sudden strange hand. She turned around and slapped Song Baojun's face hard.

As if Song Baojun was hit by a train, he fell back into the corner of the wall in the distance and knocked over a row of clothes hangers.

"Sir, sir!" Ling Anqi rushed over and helped him up.

"**Strike is so terrible." Song Baojun had only one thought in his mind, and stood up in a daze, thinking: "If it can reduce 80% of the force, the touch will definitely be very good."

The manager and several clerks laughed.

Ling Anqi blushed and said, "Sir, you say it in advance when you want to touch me next time, otherwise I will easily have accidents when I am frightened."

"This...well..." Song Baojun could say something else, so he had to smile bitterly and shake his head.

The clerk packed more than 20 pieces of clothing and shoes in total and helped put them into the car, which made the back seat full of money, and cost about 100,000 yuan.

At the third stop, I went to Guqi store to buy four different styles of bags, namely large pink cowhide handbags, red oblique seashell bags, crocodile leather dark pattern hand grabbing bags, and classic gg chain printed envelope bags.

The fourth stop is to buy jewelry stores, including diamond-set bow hairpins, crystal rose hairpins, gold heart-shaped earrings, double-sided pearl earrings, platinum angel earrings, and platinum swan necklace.

At the fifth stop, I went to the watch store to buy a women's watch, Cartier Blue Balloon Diamond Watch.

At the sixth stop, she went to the cosmetics store. This time, Song Baojun looked at the dazzling array of bottles and jars in the glass counter, and was really shocked. He bought whatever the shopping guide recommended.

It took more than two hours to do hair at the seventh stop, and it was only a little done with Song Baojun's impatient voice that he was yawning.

Walking out of the door, Ling Anqi felt many different gazes, and even could read different information from these gazes. In the past, no matter where she went, others looked at her, just like "Oh my god, this woman is so tall and strong." "Eh God, the national basketball team, right?"

Now, in addition to the above information, there is a sense of stunning meaning.

As the saying goes, Buddha relies on gold clothes and people rely on clothes, and women need to dress up even more. Ordinary girls who are five points can have seven points of effect when they are tidying up. Like Ling Anqi, the foundation is good, but when she dresses up, she becomes more and more amazing. She is a perfect queen, with a look of her body and a variety of demeanor.

The only drawback is that Ling Anqi's long-term inferiority complex has a habit of hunching her chest and hunching her back, and she seems a little cringe-free, which will not be corrected for a while.

When she got into the car, Ling Anqi looked at the various luxury goods piled up in the back seat, and then at Song Baojun, who was focused on driving the car, and he wanted to speak but stopped several times.

Song Baojun didn't look back and suddenly asked, "What do you want to say?"

Ling Anqi was startled and said carefully after a while: "Sir, do you want to support me?"

"Yes, how about it? Don't want to?"

Ling Anqi's face turned red, and she buried her head deeply in her chest, unable to say a word for a long time.

Song Baojun drove his car to the Golden Camellia Hotel and stopped, threw the key to the parking guy, reported Du Yinling's name to the lobby manager, and said he wanted to have dinner in the restaurant on the second floor.

My cousin's name was really good. The beautiful lobby manager led them into the second-floor restaurant. Not long after, the hotel general manager appeared respectfully in front of the two of them.

"Is it Mr. Song San?" the general manager asked half-bearing.

In addition to the luxurious decoration of a five-star hotel, the most important thing is service. As long as guests come once, the hotel will create special files to provide customers with services that meet their preferences and personality characteristics, ensuring that they are at home and achieve the highest enjoyment.

Song Baojun has only been here twice, but the hotel has found out from other aspects that this is the cousin of Du Yinlang, chairman of the Tea Port Committee. He is recently responsible for the security affairs of Tea Port and his identity is very important.

Several major shareholders of the hotel have decided to invest in the construction of a new hotel chain in Xingang location. It is the time to ask them for care.

Seeing his female companion sitting opposite him, she looks beautiful and sweet, and has a very good figure. Could it be that she is the super model she has taken in?

Seeing Song Baojun nodding slightly, the general manager did not dare to neglect and said with a smile: "San Shao, I will introduce the characteristics of our restaurant to you. French cuisine includes the House of Clermont in Paris and several chefs from the Hippo restaurant. Seafood, foie gras and desserts are very good. Italian cuisine includes famous chefs from Calandrey, specializing in seafood and pastries. Japanese cuisine is Kudo Yuji, the chef of the Edo Hotel, and sashimi and sushi are his strengths. As for Chinese cuisine, there are Guangdong, Sichuan, Lu, Huaiyang, Zhejiang, Fujian, Hunan, Hui and palace cuisines."

Song Baojun said: "I'm a little hungry, and each dish comes with a set meal. How about it?"

The general manager wanted to explain that a set meal can be eaten by a family of four. You need one serving for each, but only two people, how much can you eat? However, considering that most "second generations" have various quirks, maybe they just want to take photos and post them on WeChat Moments when ordering. It is better to say less.

“Then I wish you a happy meal.”

Only then did Ling Anqi feel the mood to look at the surrounding scenery.

The restaurant of a five-star hotel is extremely luxurious.

The area is spacious and open, with six Roman columns in the middle, at least 400 square meters, but there are only twenty round tables, providing customers with plenty of space.

The ceiling pattern up to six meters is complex and complex, the crystal chandeliers are dazzling, full of Rococo style ornate and exaggerated.

The marble floor is bright and bright, and a pot of evergreen plants is placed every ten meters away. In front of me, there is a blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigner in suit and ties holding a violin, playing "Beautiful Rosmalin" for one of the guests, with a cheerful and lively style.

This table by Song Baojun is the best location in the restaurant. It is against a huge glass curtain wall. Outside the window is a small rooftop specially set aside by the hotel. Many precious flowers and plants are planted for guests to enjoy during meals.

At this time, the sun had just set, and the golden afterglow, along with the traffic and street lights outside the street, faintly reflected on the window glass, which was very charming.

Here, Ling Anqi is like Cinderella who gets into a pumpkin cart after twelve o'clock in the evening. She will be back to her original form at some point. She can't help but sigh and said, "Sir, this place is so beautiful, it must be very expensive, right?"

She sat upright tremblingly, put her hands on her knees and did not dare to move too much, for fear of causing unnecessary trouble when she encountered other places, and looked like a timid little wife.

Song Baojun laughed unconsciously and took out a box of river hookahs worth six yuan from his pocket. The waiter who had been waiting for a long time stepped forward and quickly took out a lighter to light it for him.

"It's not expensive; it's not expensive, it's not expensive, it's also expensive, it's the key to the guests."

Song Baojun took a puff of cigarettes and said with a pretentious attitude: "I don't want to distinguish between rich and poor people, that's not that important. What's important is the mentality and way of dealing with life. Some families are rich and enjoy eating 2.51 barbecue skewers at the food stalls. Some people are obviously very poor, but they insist on borrowing money to pretend to be rich and pretending to be fat."
Chapter completed!