Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me: [369] Purple, very suitable for you

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She turned her head and glanced at the housekeeper Han. She suddenly didn't even want to say anything. She understood the meaning of the phrase ‘self-inflicted and cannot live’.

After nearly ten minutes of heartache, An Chuxia stood up from the sofa and took the hand of the housekeeper Han and asked, "I’m asking you, if Han Qilu doesn’t take my female partner to the wedding banquet... I’ll be alone. Go?"

At that time, butler Han looked at her with ill-intentioned eyes, and he meant to say, "Madam, if you want to go, just tell me." So An Chuxia stammered, and finally stomped: "I'll be straightforward! Shouldn't Han Qilu take Xiang Mankui to the wedding banquet?"

Finally—asked out.

He sighed silently in his heart: "The only female companions that the young master knows who can be on the table here are Miss Xiang."

The subtext is: Who else will you take without Xiang Mankui?

An unknown fire suddenly rose in his chest. Fuck Han Qilu! It's no wonder that Ah agreed with her not to go without saying a word. It turned out that she had already agreed with a beautiful woman!

"Housekeeper Han." She squinted slightly, her eyes resentfully resembling the Sadako.

Hearing the call, the housekeeper Han did not wait for her order and said as an excuse: "I am going to go to the wedding banquet and I need to use the dress and the car. You can wait, up to five minutes."

Looking at the same speed as the housekeeper Han, An Chuxia felt a sigh of emotion in her heart. I hope that when she grows old, she can have a body like Steward Han, and it is also considered that she did not eat so much in vain to grow up happy when she was a child.

Ten minutes later, An Chuxia walked out of the presidential suite in a light purple off-shoulder gown. When she walked out of the elevator, the men in the hotel lobby saluted her.

She tilted her head, she felt a little embarrassed, slowed down and waited for the housekeeper Han to walk by her side, lowered her voice and said, "Housekeeper Han, where did you hire a makeup artist? When looking at herself in the mirror, I didn't believe that the beauty of Shen Yuluoyan was actually me. I thought it was not a mirror but a photo frame!"

The housekeeper Han laughed dumbly: "Young lady, you are too humble. You are naturally beautiful, and the makeup artist is just icing on the cake."

What he said is true, An Chuxia usually looks like a standard beauty without makeup, and now she draws light purple makeup that matches her little purple dress to bring out her aloof temperament. This kind of temperament is absolutely not in Xiang Mankui, and it is absolutely impossible for Xiang Mankui to pretend.

She was noncommittal about Butler Han's words, only when Butler Han was complimenting her, shrugged and walked out of the turning door of the hotel, and a black Bentley parked in front.

The moment the car door was opened, her mouth grew in surprise.

Isn't it Han Qilu who sat blankly in the Bentley and read the magazine?

After a wave of mountains and seas in her heart, she looked upright and didn't sit in, but just followed his face and said blankly: "You, shit, me!"

Han Qilu, who had been looking down at the magazine, raised his head to look at An Chuxia. As soon as his eyes met, a hint of surprise flashed through Han Qilu's eyes and then disappeared.

"Purple, it suits you."

It's rare for words of praise to come out of Han Qilu's mouth. An Chuxia was taken aback, and most of the anger in her heart disappeared. While cursing that she didn't, she pouted and sat in.