The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 206 Lady of the Republic of China, online face slap (26)

  Su Qinghuan’s tone was very cold, and he made no secret of the ridicule in his eyes.

  Su Qian saw the girl's eyes, and only felt that some part of his heart was hurting again.

  He wanted to smooth Su Qinghuan’s minions and let her cling to herself instead of being cold and proud like a queen!

   "Qinghuan, anyway, I am your elder, but the way you are now, have you forgotten even the Su family’s rules to respect the elders?"

  Are you embarrassed to use the identity of an elder to suppress her now?

  Su Qinghuan glanced at Su Qian lazily, glanced over the man's wrist tied with white silk cloth, her eyes were very cold.

  "Uncle Wu wants to let the junior care about you? Yes, it is a pity to see that Uncle Wu’s hand is injured? What a pity, I am afraid that Uncle Wu has even been struggling to read a newspaper recently, right?"

   "Have you said enough?"

Su Qian was suddenly stung by the coldness in Su Qinghuan's eyes.

  I don’t know why.

  Su Qinghuan is indeed beautiful, but on the one hand, he obviously watched this child grow up since he was a child, and what’s more, when Father Su was still alive, he was tentatively trying to promise a daughter to himself.

  At that time, he didn't even bother to look at this yellow-haired girl.

  Why is this woman now an abandoned woman in the next house, but she is so radiant that people can't help but want to focus on her?

"I haven’t said enough, Uncle Wu, I won’t say anything else, but since you also want to be the president of Su's firm, it is inevitable that the two of us will face each other. You want to get rid of my minions, but my niece What should I do with this mindset?"

  Su Qinghuan picked up the tea cup on the table next to the Eight Immortals, and gently took a sip of the good Yuqian Longjing.

  At the beginning, I sent a few taels to Su Qian, and the rest of the tea was gathered here at Paramount, and I planned to use it to entertain guests on the opening day.

  Su Qing happily looked at the man in front of him, smiling with a bit of malice.

   "Since the fifth uncle wants to respect the old, haven't you thought about loving the young?"

  "……"

  No one will be liked to say old, even if the other person is a man.

  Su Qian is now thirty-one years old. For Kyushu’s algorithm, it was a time when he was prosperous and financially strong, saying that a man was still a flower in his forties, not to mention his age.

  There were so many little girls who rushed towards Su Qian like a crucian carp crossing the river.

  Now, Su Qian is being satirized by Su Qinghuan.

  He deliberately used the elders.

  ……

  Su Qian looked at the girl's aggressive eyebrows and suddenly had the urge to block her lips.

  He stared at Su Qinghuan’s lips coldly, his eyes were dim, and infinite dark emotions grew in his heart.

   "Although you call me uncle, am I old?"

   "Aren't you old? Your niece is just a teenager."

  Su Qinghuan’s poisonous tongue has always been the strongest. At this moment, seeing that Su Qian would really be moved because of his age, he added something very badly.

   "I really can't figure out why my father wanted to promise me to Uncle Wu? Uncle Wu, don't you think that some men of your age who got married early have a daughter like me!"

  "……"

  At this time in Kyushu, there are not no people who get married at the age of thirteen or four.

What Su Qinghuan said is really true.

  It's just that men have always been passionate, and the concubine has not been abolished by express regulations, so let alone the fact that a bad old man in his thirties or seventies marries an eighteen-year-old girl, it is not an exception.

  This world is so chaotic, with money and power, it always works.

  Some girls may really be easily sold by their parents for a bite of rice, for just a few silver dollars and a few steamed buns.

  The other party may still think that this is for the good of her daughters. After all, she can’t eat enough at home. At the very least, she can sell it to a large family to be a maid or a concubine.

  ……

  Su Qian's black eyes stared at Su Qinghuan tightly. At this moment, he really doubted whether a little devil's soul had settled in his niece's body.

  "...Su Qinghuan, who are you anyway?"

   "Who else can it be?"

  Su Qinghuan pouted.

   "I have died once, but now I finally figured out to live for myself, is it weird?"

  Su Qian suddenly remembered that Su Qinghuan had hanged himself for the scumbag Zhang Yaozong. He couldn't help but looked at Su Qinghuan's thin and slender neck.

  Long and white like a swan neck, there is no trace of self-hanging at all.

  But when Su Qinghuan came to Wanghu Mansion to look for him that day, even though his neck was covered with powder, he could still see some scars.

   But now, Su Qinghuan, like the disappearing scar, has been completely renewed.

  ……

   "Since you have to be involved with the new warlord, then I have to see if you will regret this decision!"

  Su Qian's voice is cold.

"I can still remember that you once uttered a crazy word to build Paramount into the No. 1 song and dance hall in Jiangcheng. You wouldn't want to make this kind of dance hall because of the failure of a dance hall like a metropolis. Do you want to make a bet?"

"of course not!"

  Su Qinghuan raised her head proudly.

  "Uncle Wu, wait and see, all the ballrooms in Jiangcheng will be released soon, but only the place I manage will create completely different performance!"

  Mu Beicheng just hopes to protect the personal safety and freedom of various dancing girls.

  But this man was born in Xuanhe’s family, so naturally he didn’t understand that for many lower-class people, being able to mix and eat is the most correct thing.

  They can still do business for a living. In this troubled world, song and dance halls may not be a place to eat people, but without money, they must be desperate.

  ……

   Soon, it was the fifth day of this month.

  Because Jiangcheng has banned entertainment venues for a long time, the opening of Paramount Gate is undoubtedly a stunt.

  All kinds of powerful and celebrities can’t help but want to join in the fun.

  In fact, the ballroom is not specifically aimed at men.

  Many noble ladies also come here to have fun, some wear Su embroidered cheongsam, but most of them still follow the trend and wear new-style dresses.

  There are also some foreigners from the Dongchen Concession who gather here, walking through it with blond and blue eyes, which is particularly conspicuous.

  ……

  Su Qinghuan stood in front of Paramount’s ballroom. Today, she rarely chose a bright red cheongsam, also in order to celebrate her opening.

  Red is an overly gorgeous color that others may look tacky when worn, but Su Qinghuan is different.

  Her skin is white and her figure is surprisingly good. The skirt is embroidered with a golden phoenix with wings spreading out, making her whole person like a phoenix of fire, as if she is about to become immortal at any time.

  Many men looked at her covetously.

   "Boss Su is even more beautiful today!"

   "Congratulations to Boss Su for reopening Paramount today, and wish you a lot of money!"

  (End of this chapter)