My tsundere female CEO

what?

Jiang Xiaobai was slightly stunned by Su Qingrou's reversal.

He originally thought that Su Qingrou would persuade him to come over, but he didn't expect that she would answer like this.

For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

Su Qingrou looked at Jiang Xiaobai's distracted eyes, and her soft voice sounded again: "I can help you solve it!"

Asking Jiang Xiaobai to plead guilty alone is an insult in itself.

After all, Jiang Xiaobai is still the leader of the Spirit-Slaying Sect.

"you help me?"

Jiang Xiaobai was a little surprised.

"Yes, but I have a condition!"

Su Qingrou said.

"condition?"

When Jiang Xiaobai heard this, his face suddenly became wary and he said, "You...you must be greedy for my body, right?"

"Mr. Jiang!"

Su Qingrou's face suddenly turned red. She wanted to show anger, but she ended up showing more shame. Finally, she took a deep breath and said, "I...of course I'm not!"

"That's good!"

Jiang Xiaobai said seriously: "I'm still a virgin!"

"Mr. Jiang!"

Su Qingrou's face turned redder, and she finally bit her red lips and said, "If you keep doing this, I...I won't want to talk to you anymore!"

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked very angry.

But in the eyes of others, this looks more like anger.

"..."

Jiang Xiaobai smiled, and then asked: "Tell me, what are the conditions? Do you want to paint?"

"no!"

Su Qingrou shook her head, looked at Jiang Xiaobai and said, "I want Mr. Jiang to go somewhere with me?"

"Now?"

Jiang Xiaobai raised his eyebrows.

"No, there's no rush in this matter!"

Su Qingrou shook her head and said, "When I finish the matter at Yunjian Villa for you, it won't be too late to get over there!"

"can!"

Jiang Xiaobai agreed.

Su Qingrou breathed a sigh of relief, then took the initiative to change the subject and said, "Mr. Jiang, when you come here today, you should not only give me shoes, but is there anything else?"

"Yes, I want to investigate someone!"

Jiang Xiaobai responded softly.

"Who?"

Su Qingrou was a little curious.

"This person knows how to control spirit puppets!"

Jiang Xiaobai said: "And I accept the employment. Regarding his age, I'm not sure. Can you find this person's detailed information?"

Most of the people he met were spirit puppets, so he wasn't sure about their age.

Su Qingrou couldn't help but lower her head and think as she listened. After a few minutes, she looked back at Jiang Xiaobai and said, "Ten years ago, there was a disciple of the Lingpuppet Sect named Xu Chang. !”

"Five years ago, the Spirit Puppet Gate Forbidden Technique was stolen, and this person also disappeared!"

Su Qingrou said: "Three years ago, there were traces of this person in Jiangxi. Because there was a human death, he was on the Tianmen Yellow List. If nothing else, you should be talking about him!"

"Xuchang, Lingpuppet Sect?"

Jiang Xiaobai raised his eyebrows and continued to ask, "What are this person's preferences?"

Yanjing is not young. If you want to find this person, you need to start with your preferences.

"Does the body count?"

Su Qingrou said: "This person likes freshly dead bodies. The younger the better."

"Female corpse?"

Jiang Xiaobai raised his eyebrows.

"No, male corpse!"

Su Qingrou seemed to have heard what Jiang Xiaobai meant, and couldn't help but give Jiang Xiaobai a rollicking look.

"Male corpse?"

When Jiang Xiaobai heard this, his eyes became even weirder.

Su Qingrou noticed Jiang Xiaobai's gaze, and she understood what it meant, so she didn't make a fuss about it. Instead, she said, "Mr. Jiang, if you are sure that he is in Yanjing, I can help you investigate." .”

"Oh, are there any conditions?"

Jiang Xiaobai asked curiously.

"Have!"

Su Qingrou nodded, raised her hand, held up three fingers, and asked tentatively: "Three pictures!"

"Farewell!"

Jiang Xiaobai stood up.

"Two pictures!"

Su Qingrou spoke again. Seeing Jiang Xiaobai walk to the door, she quickly said: "Then... then just one picture!"

"Miss Su, you also know that my paintings are very good, so... can I have half a painting?"

Jiang Xiaobai turned around and said with a serious face: "How about I give you half of it when I come to you to do something next time?"

"Mr. Jiang, you settled the score too quickly!"

Su Qingrou couldn't help but pout her red lips and said softly: "Just one picture, I promise to help you find this person!"

"OK then!"

Jiang Xiaobai finally agreed.

"I'll get the paper!"

When Su Qingrou saw Jiang Xiaobai agreeing, her pretty face was full of joy, she got up and walked towards the other side of the office.

After a while, pens, inks, papers and inkstones were all placed on the table. A pair of beautiful eyes looked at Jiang Xiaobai and said: "Mr. Jiang, please!"

Jiang Xiaobai came to the table, looked at Su Qingrou who was grinding and said, "Are you still drawing butterflies?"

"No, you can't draw butterflies anymore!"

Su Qingrou shook her head quickly, then thought of something, and quickly said: "By the way,... you can't draw flowers either!"

"What about the mountains and rivers?"

"I have collected your landscapes!"

"What about Xuwu?"

"..."

Jiang Xiaobai said several more words one after another. Seeing Su Qingrou shaking her head, she suddenly said helplessly: "You don't want to draw me, do you?"

"is it okay?"

Su Qingrou's expression changed, and she stared at Jiang Xiaobai with a slight expectancy.

"Can't!"

Jiang Xiaobai shook his head and refused, and soon the corners of his mouth curled up: "I suddenly thought of something to draw, you will definitely like it!"

"what?"

Su Qingrou was originally disappointed, but after hearing Jiang Xiaobai's words, she couldn't help but look forward to it again.

Jiang Xiaobai smiled and started drawing on the rice paper.

Ten minutes later, Jiang Xiaobai put down the pen and walked outside, smiling and saying: "Don't forget to notify me of any news!"

Su Qingrou stood in front of the table, as if she hadn't heard Jiang Xiaobai's words, looking at the painting with a blank expression.

Painting is very simple.

A lake, a leaf in the middle of the lake, and a cocoon on the leaf.

There is half a poem beside it.

The fallen leaves turn into boats and drift along the waves, and the half-moon turns into butterflies swimming among the clusters...

The soft voice couldn't help but read out softly.

Looking at the painting, Su Qingrou's eyes were full of strange colors.

Very artistic and suitable for her...