The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 205 Lady of the Republic of China, online face slap (25)

  The tea cup shattered to the ground immediately, and the hot tea splashed directly on the man's hand.

   "Fifth Lord! Are you okay with your hands!"

  The person who was sweeping saw Su Qian's behavior of breaking the teacup, and he was so scared that he almost lost his soul. The other party quickly took the good scald medicine and crawled to Su Qian.

  Who would have thought that Su Qian would be the same as if he hadn’t heard what he said, just staring at the newspaper fixedly.

  The curvature of the man’s lips quickly stretched into a straight line.

  His eyes are deep, as if wind and rain will come.

  ——What happened to my little niece in a time I didn’t know? How can you share an umbrella with a man?

  In this era, sharing an umbrella is definitely a very close distance.

  Although it is said that Kyushu is no longer as particular about men and women as it used to be.

  But most men know that if a woman is willing to hold an umbrella with you, at least two people have a deep affection.

  ……

  "Fifth Lord, please allow the younger one to give you medicine..."

  The servant was very worried about whether Su Qian's hand would be injured.

   But Su Qian directly shook his head.

   "I will do it myself."

  He took the ointment with a flat expression, and applied it to the injured hand little by little. Although there was severe pain on the skin, it was not as strong as the heartbreak.

   When did you care about this little niece so much?

  Su Qian did not want to think about it.

  He scanned the newspaper steadily, and the sentence above Su Qinghuan seemed to have a new headline which was particularly dazzling.

   And the large photo proved that Su Qian had the urge to tear up the newspaper.

   Throughout the full text, there is no mention of the identity of Su Qinghuan and Xinhuan.

  The other party may be afraid of Mu Beicheng’s prestige, and did not announce the name of Mu Beicheng, and it is raining again, the picture is very vague.

  Only Su Qinghuan was able to see half of the side face of the facial features, and the man showed only a hand holding a **** umbrella.

  This is another black-and-white photo, just a long and well-knotted hand. Who can tell who Mu Beicheng is?

  There is even a lot of gossip in the newspapers, whether Su Qinghuan has learned the trend of noble women in Dongchen country and decided to raise a little wolf dog after divorce.

  ……

  Su Qian's heart fell together, feeling that even breathing has become a little difficult at this moment.

   Just when the man felt very uncomfortable, a beautiful voice rang like a yellow oriole.

   "Fifth Lord, let Hong'er bandage your wounds, right?"

  The little maid who claimed to be Hong'er was only sixteen years old, but the one who was so beautiful was the one Su Qian noticed at a glance when he was in the metropolis.

  It's not because of how good-looking the other person is.

  But this little maid, between her brows and eyes, is so similar to her cheap niece.

  Especially when you laugh, the look is hard to describe.

  It's just that Hong'er is relatively inferior, without that intimidating demeanor, more like a little girl next door that makes people pity.

   didn't know what was going on at that time, Su Qian just pointed at the boss of Metropolis in a vague way.

  ——That girl, I took it away.

  The boss of Metropolis had never seen Su Qian treated a woman like this before, and immediately handed Hong'er's deed of sales to Su Qian.

   And Hong'er also thought that he might have fallen into the eyes of this man, and could fly onto the branches to become a phoenix in the future.

  Who would have thought that the other party had just led her at home, and let the housekeeper place a small role as a sweeping maid at will.

  ……

"Need not."

The man shook his head directly at the little girl with a tender and shy smile. He squinted his eyes fixedly. He obviously had too many eyebrows, but when he saw Hong'er, he didn't have the kind of heart gripped by people. feel.

   "Go down."

  Su Qian brushed his fingers impatiently, and took the white cloth handed by Hong'er himself, preparing to bandage himself.

  I thought I was just a little greedy for Su Qinghuan’s beautiful and youthful skin.

   But thinking about it carefully, the little maid in front of me is even younger than Su Qinghuan, has never been married or divorced, and has never been contaminated with men and women.

  When confronted with him, he was also extremely respectful and enthusiastic.

   But no matter how you look at it, there is no such little fox to make his heart sway.

  ……

   "Prepare a car and go to Su's Mansion."

  Su Qian bandaged the wound and was ready to set off.

  As a result, they did not wait for Su Qinghuan at the Su Family Mansion.

  Because the Paramount Gate is about to open in the past two days, Su Qinghuan has been staying at Paramount Gate and ordered everyone to step up publicity.

  When Su Qian arrived at Paramount, he saw Su Qinghuan sitting on the chaise longue, lazily instructing others to work.

  Some people are very strange, even lying on a rocking chair, they can't help but feel like looking up at her.

  Clearly lazy like a cat, but it makes people unable to give birth to the slightest blasphemous mind.

  ……

  The moment Su Qian approached, Su Qinghuan saw it.

  She smiled slightly.

   "Oh, what kind of wind is this blowing that brought Wushu here? Does Wushu want to see my niece joke this time?"

  "Uncle Wu should know, right? Paramount has already obtained the qualification to open business. It will open on the 5th of this month. Uncle Wu is invited to join us."

   said it was an invitation, but his mouth was like a sharp sword.

  She is mocking herself.

  Su Qianming clearly felt the hint of provocation from the girl’s eyes.

  Obviously, she should be angry for the disrespect of this little girl.

   But seeing Su Qinghuan’s smile at this moment, Su Qian only felt that his heart tightened.

  The feeling of pain cannot be ignored.

   "Su Qinghuan, tell me, who is that man?"

   "What man? You mean these young guys who work in Paramount?"

  Su Qinghuan deliberately answered the wrong question, and pointed at the people who were still moving around with the imperial concubine fan.

"you--"

  Su Qian was almost spit out old blood by Su Qinghuan’s rebellious attitude.

  He took a deep breath.

   "I'm talking about the Jiangcheng Morning Post. You should know in your heart, who was walking by your side in the heavy rain that day?"

  "...It turns out that Uncle Wu came for this. Don’t Uncle Wu don’t know how I obtained the Paramount Business Qualification Certificate?"

  Su Qinghuan smiled, the mocking provocation in her eyes made Su Qian almost want to hold her throat, so that she should not be so deliberately mad at herself.

  Su Qian closed his eyes slightly in order to calm his emotions.

   "That person is the new warlord?"

  After a second, he fixedly looked at the girl in front of him.

  "Su Qinghuan, I kindly remind you, don't have anything to do with those warlords, otherwise you don't know where you will die without a burial."

  "Worry my fifth uncle worrying about me, after all, among those who want me to die without a burial place, maybe there is your share too, right?"

  "……"

  Su Qian almost wanted to come out.

  However, she couldn’t deny what she said.

  At the very least, during the time when he was arguing with Su Qinghuan about interests, he did watch too many things that harmed her coldly.

  (End of this chapter)