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Chapter 417: This is...my son【3】

During those years in Florence, both her subordinates and her opponents secretly called her 'Female Rakshasa'...

Just when Misha's thoughts were flying around, Lanshan had already pulled Xiao Nuo and bought a bunch of things. When she opened her mouth and saw the things that could only be discussed in terms of piles, she found that both Xiao Nuo and Qu Fangfei were both

Just like her, only one of them has a cold expression!

Lanshan can't help but sigh every time she swipes her credit card now, having a son who can make money is really better than anything else!

So Madam decided to be nicer to Mingye after returning home, after all, he was her sponsor!

There is a shopaholic hidden in every woman's body. After shopping for three hours, Lanshan finally stopped her shopping spree after Qu Fangfei forcibly stopped her.[

After hearing Lanshan say the words "go home", Misha felt a sense of relief.

She turned her back and wiped the sweat from her forehead, sighing secretly. Shopping with Madam was more tiring than her previous training.

This is the first day. From now on... Misha shuddered and hoped that Madam would only go out for a walk once in a while.

After saying goodbye to Qu Fangfei and her son, Lanshan finally got on the car home. She rummaged through a pile of things for a long time, finally took out a piece of clothing, and happily handed it to Misha.

"Misha, this is for you. Let me tell you, the first time I saw this dress, I thought it would definitely suit you."

Misha felt warm in her heart. She didn't expect Lanshan to buy her clothes. This... this was probably the first time she received clothes from others.

Misha turned her head shyly and glanced sideways. This sight made her hands tremble and she almost hit the guardrail on the roadside.

Oh my gosh, a dress? Or a bright red dress?

Is this...this...really for her?

Misha swallowed her saliva: "Madam, I haven't worn a skirt in twenty-five years."

The corner of Lanshan's mouth moved and she asked: "Twenty-five years of Misha? How old are you this year?"

"twenty five."

"..."

Lan Shan was speechless. At twenty-five, she finally saw a woman who had never worn a skirt since she was a child.

"Well, it's because you've never worn a skirt before, so I bought it for you. You said you're a girl and it's nice to wear a skirt occasionally, right? I'm telling you, this dress is definitely suitable for your cold temperament.

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Chapter completed!
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