The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 189 Lady of the Republic of China, online face slap (9)

   Seeing the blood-stained jade finger, the deep eyes of the man in the black gown narrowed slightly, and there was a hint of coldness between the handsome eyebrows, but they soon disappeared.

   "Since my niece is so free, please invite her in."

  Su Qian said, seeming to casually take the gold-carved jade jewelry box.

  The voice he gave orders to his servants was always gentle, but the fingers holding the jewelry box were a little tight, opening the blue blood vessels.

  ...

  Su Qinghuan waited outside the carved iron gate of Wanghu Mansion. She looked at the small western-style building where Su Qian lived, a little envious in her heart.

  Although the combination of Chinese and Western styles in the Su House is also beautiful, the decoration and furnishings inside are not as completely westernized as the western-style buildings in the concession, and they have the most advanced electronic equipment nowadays.

  Su Qinghuan wondered whether he should wait for Zhang Yaozong's ten thousand oceans to get his hands before buying a bungalow. At this moment, Su Qian's housekeeper came up and waved his hand at her respectfully.

   "Miss Qinghuan, Master Wu wants you to wait in the living room."

"OK."

  Su Qinghuan also didn't mind that man put on the stage, judging from the host's memory, this Su Wuye really was not provoked by ordinary people.

  Although the other party is the adopted son of a branch of the Su family and has no blood relationship with the Su family, he is in the same generation as the father of the original owner. He was only in his early thirties, and he broke out of the world in Jiangcheng. He is a famous figure.

  Elder Su does not have a son under his knees, and most of his clan members are old and unable to do what he wants. It is normal for this rising star to be unable to compete.

  ...

  In such a chaotic world, Su Qinghuan is not a Virgin, nor a savior, and cannot shelter everyone at all. At most, he can give a little warmth to those who are kind to the original owner.

  At the very least, the women in the Su family mansion, she has to guard.

  Su Qinghuan has always taken care of her shortcomings. When she approached the living room, she saw the man sitting on the velvet sofa and reading the newspaper.

   "Good Uncle Wu."

  Su Qinghuan spoke respectfully, but there was no respect in his eyes.

  Su Qian did not look up as if he hadn’t heard what she said.

  This guy is giving her a slap in the face!

  The little fox felt a little annoyed, and she didn't speak at all, just staring at the man on the sofa with clear eyes.

Su Qian is thirty-one years old this year, with a thin body and a heroic face. He looks like a scholar in a notebook, but there is a thin scar from his forehead to his eyelashes, which is indistinguishable from a distance. It looked a little shocking.

  This scar does not damage the beauty of the man, but it is a little bit more sinister.

  ...

  About half an hour later, the man who had read the newspaper stood up.

  Su Qian gave Su Qinghuan a cold look.

   "I don't know what wind is blowing today, so you can come to Wanghu Mansion to find me in person."

  In the past, this cheap niece with no blood relationship feared him the most, she didn't even dare to look at him, she could only stand tremblingly on the side.

   "Uncle Wu doesn't like Qinghuan coming?"

  Su Qing blinked at Su Qian with a smile, and she even walked to the coffee table in the living room very actively, took out the Yuqian Longjing she had prepared a long time ago, and offered a new cup of tea to the man.

  "The tea you read in the newspaper is cold, why don't you drink a cup of refreshing tea?"

   Rarely, the girl wore a new moon-colored cheongsam, which outlined her slender figure. At this moment, she bent slightly to make tea, revealing a jade-colored leg.

   Seemingly charming.

  Su Qian saw this scene and couldn't help frowning.

  He doesn’t see Su Qinghuan too many times every year. It’s basically when Su Qinghuan is not out of the pavilion.

  But at this moment, Su Qinghuan combed a nice hair bun, combed all the bangs up, revealing the classically oval face.

  ...

   "Why is Uncle Wu staring at me like this? Wouldn't he even dare to take a cup of tea from my niece?"

   Su Qinghuan’s lips curled, which seemed to be provocative, but also some kind of unspeakable bewitching.

  "This is the Dragon Well in front of the rain I specifically asked Wang Ma. It was harvested from the mother tree planted by the Hupao Spring. This year, there will be such a small harvest, especially for my uncle’s early adopters."

  Su Qian had a dry throat inexplicably, he lowered his eyes, and casually accepted the tea favored by Su Qing.

   "Then it would be disrespectful."

   Seeing the green tea leaves stretched out in the white porcelain tea cup, shining brightly, Su Qian couldn't help but think of the blood-stained jade finger.

  This tea is indeed excellent.

  It's just this person...it's a bit worse.

  ...

   "Uncle Wu thinks this Longjing before the rain is still in line with your taste."

   "It's OK."

  Su Qian nodded coldly. He scanned Su Qinghuan’s bright and fresh face, always feeling that his cheap niece was different.

  "What did you want to come here for when you came to me today?"

   "Uncle Wu is a refreshing person, so naturally my niece can't hide it. Let's know that people don't talk secretly. I came here today to find Uncle Wu for two things."

  Su Qinghuan said, stretched out her scallion-like white fingers, and her pink nails dyed with balsam fell on the newspaper, making her heart swaying inexplicably.

   "My fifth uncle must have known about the divorce between Zhang Yaozong and I, but he still owes me a dowry fee of 10,000 yuan."

  The girl paused, her beautiful eyes gleaming, as if they were hooked tightly.

   "I am a daughter after all, and my fifth uncle is an elder, and I drank the tea I respected. Would you like to come forward to solve this matter for Qinghuan?"

  Su Qian looked at Su Qinghuan and nodded lightly.

   "Yes, this is a trivial matter, what about the other one?"

   "Another one... I want to take back my father's property and become the chairman of this Su's firm. Does Uncle Wu think there is hope?"

  The young girl came up to the ground curly and suddenly stretched out her white fingers, hooking them on the man's arm like a little love.

  She raised her head, and a gorgeous hibiscus noodles slowly bloomed in the eyes of men.

   "I don't know if Uncle Wu can still remember, my father once joked that he wanted to marry me to you?"

   There was a sweet smell lingering, Su Qian's figure stiffened, and the girl suddenly approached and bewildered for a moment.

  There is indeed such a thing.

  At that time, Su Qinghuan was only fifteen years old. Father Su saw that Su Qian's wolfish ambitions were too weak to recover, so he thought about it or simply match them up.

  At that time, Su Qian naturally didn't look down on such a yellow-haired girl.

  What did he say?

  —Even if there is no blood relationship, how can there be any reason for an uncle to marry a niece?

  ...

  Su Qian frowned, he wanted to push the girl away.

  In the end, he felt that something was touching his waist.

   "Uncle Wu, would you mind accompany me to the Su Shi Chamber of Commerce?"

  The little fox has big innocent eyes, and her smile is a bit of a girlish innocence.

   is in stark contrast to the harsh means of threatening people with guns.

  (End of this chapter)