After Becoming a Little Sister

After all, she has never met such a brainless little villain, how can brushing these monsters around Long Aotian is as simple as eating...

In fact, if you really want to calculate it logically, if those little villains are only brainless all day long, they won't be able to get mixed up with today's social status.

However, the demeanor and appearance of this little president is very similar to the little villain in the novel who is stepped on like a stepping stone.

Those haughty eyes, that superior face, that ugly expression, and even the disdainful arc of the corner of his mouth are so soulful.

Alia was a little moved, she held down the little nun Liguang who was about to move, and asked very politely: "May I ask your surname?"

The good thing about the language translator is that Nu Wa will help her adjust it to be fluent in multiple languages ​​at the same time, so she doesn't have to worry about communication problems at all.

Mr. Xiao President subconsciously looked at Alia, and first ruled out the correct option of 'this is a powerful person'.

After all, in his cognition, the rich lady of the chaebol or some descendants of high-level officials would not talk to him so politely. It would be considered polite if he didn't slap him directly, and it would be more likely Development is the other party's condescending scolding.

In that case, he would immediately admit that he was cowardly, and he might even admit that he was wrong.

As for now...

Realizing that the other party is also a young singer intern, Mr. Xiao President smiled, showing a mouthful of big yellow teeth with malicious intentions-there is nothing wrong with the teeth themselves, but with the stiff expression of a superficial smile, it looks a bit obscene .

"You can call me President Huang, little girl, you are very polite. If you apologize, I can barely accept it." He pointed to the lounge next to him: "As long as you pour me a cup of tea and serve it with your own hands." Me, I can just pretend that what happened today didn’t happen.”

As he said that, his eyes fell on Aliya's slender hands, and his fingertips moved - it was obvious that he loved him.

Aliya was more than moved, she was simply emotional. She lowered her voice and asked around: "Have you seen it! This is the self-cultivation of a qualified NPC! I love it..."

I just picked the wrong server at the beginning, this is the qualified server for Metropolitan Domineering President Wen!

The khaki wild expression is calm, and the assistant Ah Bai's expression is livid.

Pressing the little nun Liguang who had already pulled out the communicator to shake people again, Aliya took a deep breath and began to adjust her mentality.

In the next second, she smiled politely and politely, politely and alienated. There was a little stubbornness in the alienation, and a little restlessness was hidden in the stubbornness.

Fan chart into fine?No, times have changed.

Now Alia is a cute and delicate girl who has a dream, but is more aware of reality, and does not have much background.

Such a little girl breaks into this circle only by her passion, with the ambition to climb up, but she is eager to retain some dignity and innocence.

At first glance, it was a small snack with a good taste, but at a closer look, it was a particularly delicate and high-end Longyin snack, but now it seems that there is even the possibility of evolving into a regular meal—but before the evolution, it was just a snack. A soft, glutinous and sweet eight-treasure rice is barely a snack.

In layman's terms, it means that you can sip your mouth—Mr. Xiao President smacked his lips, feeling that his throat was a little dry for no reason.

It seems... simply pouring tea and admitting mistakes is not enough...

But Mr. Little President has a good point—or a self-knowledge, which is the unspoken rules of the game, which pays attention to what you like and what you want.

Especially in the case of Nanbang's frequent scandals in the entertainment industry in recent years, the practice of coercion and coercion can easily be settled.

Even if it's okay now, in the future, any little star who is lucky by him will turn into a big celebrity, and then he can't think of some explosive self-destruction operation for a while, he will have to be sent out to top the tank. After all, it is not without precedent.

Those real bigwigs will not be hurt by these public opinions, they are high above them, but in order to calm the public opinions, there must be some substantive scapegoats, and he, who is a cancer of the industry, can be just right to become that dirty eye stones.

Only when everyone's interests are exchanged, or when there is something sweet to give to the other party as compensation, he doesn't worry about being recorded in the small book.

Maybe if I push this, the other party will regard me as a noble person who has the grace to know you...

So there are stupid people everywhere, but those who can reach a certain level in peace and stability are usually not all stupid, but bad-his self-knowledge lies in seeing through certain bad things, and the stupidity lies in not having that It's a matter of seeing people.

If a knowledgeable person took a good look at Alia here, he would probably find such suffocating details.

For example, her ordinary watch without a logo can actually be worth a global limited-edition supercar, worth dozens of Teslas.

In other words, the inconspicuous purple fluff on the hood of her cloak is actually the wild Barguzin sable that Mrs. Jin had to spend a lot of effort to collect.

The skirt pendant adorned on the hem of her skirt is the same style as the dark night stars and black pearls that the hot girl Mu Youzi has been thinking about - this part of the decoration is donated by Lianhua from her jewelry box in friendship, can it be kept by Lianhua in her place? In the large jewelry box of the main engine case, the rarity can be imagined, ten or eight Teslas are guaranteed.

So the current Alia is actually a woman who carries as many Teslas as a parking lot all over her body. It is enough material to transform into a Transformer, let alone suppress some Xiaoxiao.

After Megatron saw Brother Zhuzi with the Skyfire module plugged in, he knew to turn around and run away. President Xiao Huang lacked this vision.

But those who don’t know just don’t know, and they feel that way. After all, as long as you have the heart these days, what things can’t be bought?

There are also employees who jump out of the donkey bag and use the same material and the same process to make counterfeit ones. Who can tell whether it is true or not.

It's just that it doesn't matter if you don't know the details, everything can be attributed to a certain little fairy's superb acting skills, which is reasonable-even though she has no experience playing such a cute little fairy in her iron-blooded career.

But which hunk has never had a fairy dream?

This is called having a tiger in your heart and sniffing the rose carefully.

Ai Xiaoxian retreated to the left and right, and pressed the Liguang Small Stewed Chicken Noodles that had already started to draw the gun for the third time. After thinking for a while, she plucked up her courage and went to the lounge first with blushing cheeks, ready to have a good talk with Mr. Xiao President.

But she refused to let the door close, which seemed to be the last stubbornness.

Mr. Little President understands that he can't be impatient for a while, but a certain kind of flame in his heart is getting stronger and stronger.

Maybe...maybe...one should...have to try!

The khaki man outside the door looked up wildly at the sky, and the assistant Ah Bai's face turned from blue to white, from white to black, from black to fierce, and at last he felt a bit of murderous intent--it's really hard to wash her away This blackening skill can be retained after being white.

She took out her mobile phone to do something, but was stopped by the wild khaki color: "Let her go, she must find something to play with, just like a cat playing with a ball of wool."

"I know he can't do anything to Missy, but I feel disgusted when I see his face!"

Mr. Little President doesn't know that under the influence of the aura of charm, his brother pig looks too bright.

"It's right to be disgusting. If a good person has a brain twitch and makes a mistake, she won't bother..."

The room was open, and the words inside could be faintly heard, lingering in the ears of those who could understand Nanbang language——

……

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"This lady, what's your name?"

"You can call me Xiaoai... Mister, can we pretend that what happened today didn't happen?" Miss Xiaoai bit her lip and said courageously, "We can forget some unpleasant things, can't we?"

"...Ha, it's easy to say, easy to say." Mr. Xiao President showed his yellow teeth, consciously took the initiative back in his hands, and leaned on the sofa: "Actually, I said it at the beginning, it was to help you, after all Your entertainment company has also invested a lot in us, I am obliged to help you improve, but your experience is too backward, you need to learn more from us."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and made a cryptic gesture, which seemed to be implying something, but Miss Xiaoai didn't understand.

She could only see that President Xiao Huang was actually quite cautious in doing things, and he didn't have the kind of Xiaobai lines of "you sleep with me" to make up the number, which made her feel more immersed in the plot.

Quality NPC, good!It should be rewarded!

Miss Xiaoai's heart is full of twists and turns, and she is still shy and timid on the surface. After pressing the fourth button, she has already started to pull out the psychosensory headband, and is about to summon the little Taoist Liguang who is cross-regionally summoning the sword of killing the fairy—hold on!Let him slide and shovel before eating him!

President Xiao Huang's meaning is actually very clear. He said some vague words, and what he expressed was nothing more than that we let you see the world and get in touch with the upper class. But in return, you may have to pay a little at that time, which is not too much. important stuff.

There is no mention of multiplayer sports time management in the words, but the eyes, the expression, the tone, and the soulful yellow teeth all prove that he is actually the body of Miss Xiaoai.

"I still don't understand what President Huang means." Miss Xiaoai forced a smile, pretending not to understand.

"One thing to say, everyone knows this kind of thing, and if you don't understand it, you don't understand it. It's better not to say it." President Xiao Huang waved his hand: "Don't ask me what's wrong, the interests are too involved, say It’s not good for you, just pretend that you don’t know about it. For the rest, I can only say that the water is very deep here, and many important people are involved. It’s hard for you to find detailed information on the Internet, and basically delete it, so I I can only say that those who understand understand, and those who don’t understand can’t help.”

His gestures showed his acquaintance with these things, and the background of the people involved behind them-well, on the three-acre land in Nanbang.

If someone in the Republic dared to plot against Miss Ai's body so blatantly, they probably wouldn't be able to see the sun tomorrow morning, but now Miss Ai was discouraged, facing this so-called opportunity to contact the upper class, she lowered her noble head.

Although her so-called bowing her head was just a few ambiguous hesitations, President Huang was adhering to the professional ethics of an excellent angler, casting a wide net and returning genuine baits. He took out a stack of envelopes in his inner bag , took out a white invitation card from the inside, half to show off and half to show strength: "This is the invitation letter for the birthday dinner of the little princess Sansang chaebol tomorrow night. If you have the ability to perform on stage, do you think it will be good?" how is it?"

"Ah, this——" Miss Xiaoai's eyes widened, as if she didn't expect to be able to participate in such a big scene as the birthday party of the little princess of the Sansang chaebol, her shoulders were trembling slightly.

There's no way not to shake, she almost couldn't hold back her laughter...

The white invitation is a peripheral courtesy invitation. The one in Mala Jisi's hand was handwritten by the second son of the Sansang chaebol and delivered to the door in person. It has a golden background. It is said that there are several stages for the evening banquet, and the golden one is the core. The silver ones are second, the red ones are for officials, and the white ones are usually for soy sauce.

It’s hard to say whether you can perform on stage, but this kind of birthday dinner, a fool will pay attention to a small singer. If you overwhelm the host, not only will it not become popular, but it may also lose face of the host and be suppressed to death. More possibilities It's to brush up your face and get acquainted with the so-called big shots.

President Xiao Huang is very satisfied with Miss Xiao Ai's performance, especially the subtle shocked expression of the other party, which satisfies his vanity. After all, showing off without flattery is soulless.

President Xiao Huang is not in a hurry, the main reason is that it is useless to be in a hurry. You have to let the other party indulge in the feasting, prostrate yourself under the luxury of luxury, and see the most luxurious and high-end, and then you can take advantage of it—these little interns from the Republic , how do you know what high society is...

Smiling and crossing his legs: "Pour me tea now and admit your mistake, I gave you this chance."

He wants to touch the other's little hand, and tomorrow night he has to bring Miss Ai there to make the most of it. It's very likely that he won't be able to drink the first soup, but it's okay to touch the hand to collect some interest, after all, that piece of paper The invitation can be written as your female companion.

Miss Xiaoai took a deep breath, picked up the little Taoist nun Liguang who had exploded in her arms, and fled in a hurry: "I, I will think about it again!"

President Xiao Huang was a little stunned, a little stunned, and even more disappointed.

The other party took away the invitation card, but it was useless, he didn't lead the way, the other party couldn't get in - when the other party left, he took his heart away, and the faint sweet fragrance permeated the tip of his nose, making him feel sober when he was awake. I fell into it again, and couldn't even bear the thought of being let go.

Oh, little girl, it is inevitable...

It's just that the child in the other party's arms is a bit scary, with wolf-like eyes-these interns are not professional at all, why do they bring their children when they come here to study and study, do they think they are traveling?

After making up his mind to beat the other party tomorrow, and slowly adjusting him, President Xiao Huang's mood improved again, and he even began to look forward to the early rise of the new sun.

Miss Xiaoai rushed out of the room holding the little Taoist nun, covered her mouth with one hand and ran out of the corridor to avoid the crowd, and went around an unknown number of corners. People can feel the pain of suffering when looking at her back.

It wasn't until she came to an unoccupied balcony that she couldn't hold back any longer, and put down the little Taoist Liguang——

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

The wild khaki color appeared behind her like a ghost: "What is so happy?"

He guessed the beginning, but he didn't guess the end. He was ready for Aliya to use this excuse to call the second son of the Sansang chaebol, and then take the opportunity to get mad and contact the other party, indoctrinate hate speech and even discuss cooperation.

Alia handed him that kind of invitation card, and wiped away the tears that came out of laughter: "Tomorrow... puff... Tomorrow night, if you say I use this invitation card to go in, what effect will it have?"

what effect?

The first daughter of the chairman of the Leah Fund, the second daughter of the queen of the gray zone of the Northland, used a guard of honor similar to the head of state's visit under the condition that the Ninth Bureau of the Republic sent elite field agents to protect the whole process, and then gathered around the president of a small entertainment company to accept the other party. Threat to be his female companion?

"You want him to die...the pot is too big, he can't bear it." Khaki Kuangfang felt that his back molars were hurting.

This was a road he had never imagined, mainly because he didn't dare to think about it, it was a bit absurd, but more importantly, it was terrifying.

"I don't care. If he can't recite it, let the Sansang chaebol recite it." Alia spread her hands, smiled domineeringly, and even brought on the villain's unique black madness, grinning: "I even want to ask Lianhua to borrow something to support the scene."

"...what?" He had a bad feeling.

"Small things—just a piece of clothing."

Aliya restrained her blackened smile and smiled, like a fairy descending to earth, and a hundred flowers blooming.

Well, the bad premonition came true——

The birthday dinner tomorrow night will definitely be quite lively...

PS: I finished writing it long ago, I forgot to post it, I almost thought it was more...