Ten billion wealthy daughters

Think about Anya back then, she was so flamboyant, how many people were amazed at the ball!

And Qing'an has completely inherited her mother's excellent looks, even more so, she is really the best candidate for the prom - the dean feels in his heart that no matter what, Qing'an must be taken to the prom.

So he blinked his little eyes hard, with his beard up and down, looked at Qing'an shiningly, and said cutely: "Come on... sweetheart... come on... we need you..."

West watched from the side and laughed, Mr. Dean, is your image still good?

In other words, he also has an impression of this dance, because someone invited him to appear as a dance partner before, but West did not agree. He is very busy, so there is no time to participate in this kind of fantasy princess game.

But now, Master West suddenly changed his mind a bit.

Qing'an looked at the dean who was licking his old face and focused on being cute, and couldn't help sighing—the dean of this devil has been hiding for several years, but he was caught on the spot this time.

"I..." She was still struggling. If she hadn't been caught on the spot, she would have smeared oil on the soles of her feet and slipped away. Now that she is being stopped, the dean is so enthusiastic, her face is a little red.

To be honest, Qing'an doesn't want to participate in this prom. One is that it is troublesome. It is more troublesome than attending the red carpet. At least a week of time will be wasted there; etiquette inspection, prom training, mutual familiarity between partners , and choose a male dance partner. In addition, there must be three stylists alone, more than the average star, and at least two makeup artists... Although these are provided by the organizer, the whole person will be regarded as Like commodities, they are designed to be designed.

Qing'an herself likes to make decisions by herself, but actually lacks interest in this kind of passive design.

Another point is that her experience of participating in the ball in the previous life was not very pleasant. After all, Louis had already encountered a lot of trouble at that time. Her grandfather was away, and her mother gave up on returning. Only her uncle supported her independently, and it was inevitable that she would be squeezed out. of.

Because of these comprehensive reasons, Qing'an didn't really want to attend the dance.

But she knew in her heart that her grandfather, mother, and even her uncle supported her to participate in this world-class social ball—because they thought she was worth it and she was good enough.

The slightly hesitant expression on Qing'an's face did not escape the discerning eyes of the dean, and he felt that he had grasped the dawn: "I agree, right?"

Say yes quickly, the dean yelled in his heart, but the little girl opposite showed a sweet and cunning smile, just like a little fox, the dean suddenly felt furious.

This is Anya's daughter. Back in the day, this girl from the old Louis family was also a headache.

"Well, well...it's not impossible to participate, but I have a condition."

"What condition?" The dean pricked up his ears and listened carefully.

"I haven't fully figured it out yet...the dance is in November, right?" Qing'an asked.

"Yes." The dean nodded, Paris social season.

"At the latest, I will tell you my conditions at the end of July. If you don't agree, you can change people again." Qing'an blinked and said with a smile.

It's wrong not to take advantage of something, since the other party begged her to participate, Qing'an simply put forward her own conditions.