Ten billion wealthy daughters

"Sorry, I'm going to the bathroom." Qing'an put down the knife and fork, smiled at everyone, got up and left.

If she doesn't leave, she will be too stressed. Onassis didn't even roll his eyes. Now there are more and more strange people; although Onassis, in their generation, had a reputation It's not very good, but Qing'an didn't expect this person to be so weird.

She went into the bathroom, stood in front of the mirror, and carefully looked at her dress and posture today.

The dress is Givenchy's elegant style this year, decent and generous, elegant and natural; the hairstyle, shoes and bags are also matched very well, it is youthful and pretty, and the posture is also normal, there is really nothing to be picky about.

What about makeup?

Qing'an took a closer look in the mirror, because she was young, her face was full of collagen, and she was already radiant. She only used a little Dior's liquid foundation and lip gloss to make her whole complexion look even better.

So, no matter how you look at it, there is no problem.

"What a strange guy." Qing'an shook her head, touched up her makeup a little, washed her hands, and left the bathroom.

"what!"

As soon as she went out, Qing'an bumped into someone in the public area. This person had black hair and blue eyes, and had a feminine temperament. If he wore women's clothing and smiled a bit more charmingly, he would be indistinguishable from male and female. Who else is it?

This guy actually came to the bathroom quietly?

The two stared at each other.

One asked with his eyes: "Hey, what do you want to do? Are you sick?"

One replied with his eyes: "Do you think you can hide from me by running here?"

Quite arrogant, Qing'an felt that now she had reason to suspect that the heir of the Ship King's family might not be mentally normal, she glared at Onassis, and walked around him with her equipment.

Onassis, arms outstretched, blocked her way.

The clay figurine was still angry, not to mention that Xia Qing'an was not a clay figurine at all.

"Mr. Onassis..." She smiled a little fake, "Did you drink too much?"

Onassis didn't answer her question, but stood next to her, still looking at half of her face intently... Wait, Qing'an finally realized that this guy didn't seem to be looking at her face, he was almost It stuck to her body, and her eyes kept looking at her ears!

She stretched out her hand to push Onassis away, but unexpectedly, Onassis actually... actually... actually grabbed her ear!

That's right, this guy grabbed her ear so quickly and firmly.

Qing'an blushed!Shame and anger!

When was she ever pulled by someone's ear, and this guy has no reason, such an Onassis, does he think that his grandfather is a Greek ship king?

It's not good to meet mental patients!

"It's you, that's right." Onassis' voice was a little different from his temperament, his voice was a little cold, with a sense of calmness.

"What?" Qing'an barely suppressed the anger that just erupted at this moment, "Did you drink too much?"

Drank too much?

Onassis sneered, stretched out his hand and flicked her earlobe, Qing'an hurriedly stepped back, and then desperately tugged at her earlobe, as if to get rid of Onassis' breath.

"How dare you forget me like that?"

Qing'an breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled at Onassis—it seemed that the other party was really not in the right mind. Pity the grandfather of Sares, the ship king. His daughter was disabled, and his grandson was not in normal spirit.

So pitiful.

Cong Rong: I thought it was funny that Qing An met Onassis