Ten billion wealthy daughters

Qing'an couldn't hold it anymore on the stairs, holding her belly, holding back her laughter, and hung on the stairs of her own house.

Downstairs, even the servant who was about to open the door just now took a sympathetic look at the smiling Miss Han—Xia Yuanting was actually very kind to the servants, it was rare to see him with a dark face like water, this girl looked at the second young master Is it really good to keep calling the young master by his name?

"Long time no see." Xia Yuanting spoke gloomily, and Qing'an, who was familiar with the second brother, shivered behind her back.

After struggling for a while, she decided to keep her mouth shut—the second brother's appearance was clearly on the eve of the explosion, so it was better to avoid it.

Xia Yuanting was too tall, he blocked the door like a wall, completely cutting off the possibility of Han Jia coming in.

Han Jia looked up at him, but he still hadn't figured out his situation: "Can you let me go?"

"Let?" Xia Yuanting smiled.

"Eh?" No matter how dull Han Jia was, she still felt that something was wrong. Her impression of the Xia family brothers was basically concentrated in her childhood, although the Xia Yuankang in front of her eyes seemed to be slightly different from her memory, and seemed to be more handsome and taller. , but... it seems to be a bit fierce.

"Did I... come... not at the right time?" Han Jia tried hard to think about it, and wondered if she had been tricked by Qing'an. Anyway, since childhood, the two of them didn't know each other. Qing'an sometimes It's bad, and it's not that he hasn't cheated on her.

This girl invited her over so readily, is there some kind of conspiracy?

Thinking of this, Han Jia shouted inside: "Xia Qing'an... Come out quickly... I'm blocked by your brother!"

Qing'an's sweet dream, which she originally wanted to see lively, was shattered. Now that Han Jia has already called her by name, if she doesn't show up again, she will really become a conspirator.

Qing'an hurriedly hung back from the stairs, stood up and adjusted her posture, and then coughed—this was to remind Xia Yuanting, restraint, restraint.

Sister, I know that second brother, you are already mad, look at your face, you can write directly on the wall now; but Han Jia is indeed a bit face blind... I haven't seen you for so many years, and I still can't recognize you normal……

Qing'an walked to the door, pawing and pawing, and finally pulled Xia Yuanting aside, who had already transformed into a door god, and waved to Han Jia: "Come in!"

"it is good!"

Han Jia hurried in in time, and glanced at "Xia Yuankang" by the way, thinking that this person was really strange; Yu Qing'an often said that his eldest brother was handsome and calm, but now he looked calm or dull, handsome but extremely handsome, Better looking than the mixed-race male models at Paris Fashion Week.

As a member of the fashion industry, Han Jia still loves beautiful things very much, so although she encountered a very unfriendly cold face just now, her mood was not affected too much.

She followed Qing'an to her small study room, muttering as she walked: "Your brother is really pretty. Compared to when he was a child, he looks super manly now, but he seems to have a bit of facial paralysis."

Qing'an nodded and asked, "Did you call him by name just now?"

"Yeah." Han Jia nodded, "Xia Yuankang!"

"What do you want to drink?"

"Mirinda!"

Well... Han Jia has an extraordinary enthusiasm for Mirinda's soda, Qing'an ordered the servant to bring over a bottle, and told her kindly by the way: "The person who opened the door for you just now is my second brother, he— His name is Xia Yuanting, Xia Yuankang is my elder brother."

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Han Jia's expression couldn't be described as shocking. After being dazed for a while, she covered her ears: "Oh, no! Didn't you say your elder brother is handsome? Isn't your second brother a bit of a joke..."

At this time the door opened.