The gentleman took out the key and opened the door.

"Everyone can go in."

Everyone changed the hotel-style slippers they brought and entered the living room.

As soon as Kang Nana entered, she almost screamed: "Oh my God, Ziyan, your house is so warm and decorated. I like it in Tuscan exotic style."

Sun Miaomiao looked disgusted: "This house is not very big, ten of us are a bit crowded."

The female manager glanced around and said, "No, Miaomiao, this house looks like it's more than 120 square meters, which is really great."

"Everyone, don't be polite. The food I ordered will probably come later." Junziyan went to the refrigerator and brought drinks to everyone.

Kang Nana looked at the door of the master bedroom with a little curious and felt itchy: "Ziyan, I really want to see what your boudoir looks like!"

Junziyan took out the juice and placed it on the table, "If you want to see it, just look."

Anyway, she doesn't care.

Kang Nana opened the door and saw a clean and tidy bedroom, spotless, just like a gentleman, with a pure temperament and unforgettable memory. The only thing is that the skin is a little too dark?

Sun Miaomiao also entered the bedroom and looked around, especially the corners, she would never let go.

She doesn't believe it and can't find a place to laugh at the gentleman's words!

Living in such a house cannot conceal the essence of her female penis!

But after looking at it, Sun Miaomiao was a little disappointed. The more she looked, the more she felt tidy, and she was completely the kind of girl who loved cleanliness.

She unwillingly opened the door of the wardrobe to see what clothes she usually buys.

"Miaomiao, isn't it good for you to do this?" Kang Nana muttered: "This is someone's wardrobe. You can open it without permission. Isn't it rude?"

Sun Miaomiao didn't care: "Look, what's wrong with that?"

She flipped through the rows of clothes, and suddenly she chuckled and shouted at the top of her throat, deliberately letting her colleagues in the living room hear it: "Ziyan, why do you usually wear this kind of clothes? I think they are all street stalls worth dozens of yuan, or they are hot-selling money from Taobao. You can't do that. In addition to ordinary customers, we usually need to receive many rich bosses and young masters. Will your wearing such rustic clothes damage our department's image?"

The other five or six female colleagues outside, after hearing what she said, also walked in. When they saw the clothes in Junziyan's wardrobe, they all pursed their mouths and felt a little disdainful, but more of it was a sense of superiority.

"Miaomiao is right, Ziyan, are you really shabby like this?"

Kang Nana is upright and kind, and has always been a little disgusted with these colleagues who like to measure others by material things. When she saw them collectively criticizing gentlemen, she said unhappily: "What's so shabby? What's not to wear? Don't talk if you can't speak!"

"Nana, you can't say that." Sun Miaomiao kept his flowing long hair and blinked in a charming way: "People rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles. What about Ziwen? Do you want it? I'll give you some clothes I've worn? They are all very high-end counters and are not cheap. Although I have worn it, they are really more than a few grades better than the street stalls in your cabinet."

Junziyan walked in and curled his lips lightly: "No, I just like to wear street stalls."

These women are really boring.

Kang Nana glanced unconsciously at the end of the closet and saw a sliding door. She pulled it open curiously, stretched her hand and pressed the light.
Chapter completed!