Chapter 426

A fashion master once said: black and white is an eternal classic in the fashion industry.

In fact, it is true, so contemporary urban white-collar workers and bosses either wear white (like Xia Xiaoyun, who is wearing a white suit) or black.

Of course, some wear red.

But they usually choose pink, gouache and so on. Except for cheongsam, women rarely choose to wear bright red.

Because in our traditional culture, bright red is an extraordinary color. To put it bluntly, it is quite vulgar. Most women can't suppress this color (this is also the reason why fierce ghosts in traditional ghost films wear bright red clothes).

If ordinary women want to wear bright red clothes, they look more charming than flowers. They can only wear bright red wedding clothes on their wedding day (the reason for this effect is that when girls are happy, gods and ghosts will bless -- from folklore).

However, when a woman's aura is strong enough for ghosts and gods to fear -- just like the current building Xiang, she wears a big red suit, but she doesn't have a little vulgarity, but exudes a charm that people can't look up to.

Fang Yuan doesn't have any research on what women should wear to look good. She just thinks that building Xiang wears this big red suit, which is quite suitable and charming -- just like big red, which is definitely specially prepared for this woman.

"Yes, it's me again. Mr. Lou, please get off."

Fang Yuan blinked his eyes, stepped back with a gentle smile, held the door with his right hand and raised his left hand to make a gesture of invitation.

This time, no bodyguard came up, grabbed Mr. Fang's arm and threw him out.

In other words, both of them are lying in the hospital, but they don't dare to learn from them and don't cherish the palm of their parents.

Lou Yuxiang once again looked deeply at Fang Yuan, and then Qiaosheng explored a leg.

Although the leg was wrapped in red pencil pants, Mr. Fang seemed to be able to see through the pants and see the flawless beautiful leg. It was so attractive, but an idea floated in his mind: what kind of enjoyment would it be if he was tightly wrapped around his waist by such a pair of legs?

"Cough!"

Just around my head, I suddenly found that at the connection between the red trouser legs and the red thin high-heeled leather shoes, a touch of creamy snow-white flashed. When my heart jumped, I heard Xia Xiaoyun's light cough nearby.

Subconsciously raised his eyes and found that Lou Xiang had stretched out a white hand to him.

In those European and American films that perform medieval aristocratic love, when the female owner comes from the carriage, she will stretch out a hand to the gentleman (perhaps the waiter) standing by the car.

Then the gentleman would take the little hand in his hands and get the lady out of the car.

Now, Lou Xiang held out her white little hand to Mr. Fang, who acquiesced in his bodyguard throwing him out at the first meeting and motioned him to help her.

Although Fang Yuan didn't understand the cumbersome etiquette of European and American ladies, even a fool could see what Lou Xiang wanted to do. He was a little stunned and had to raise his hands.

Why did you help her out of the car? I go. What a big shelf. I really think I'm the queen.

Lou Yuxiang's hands are very small, just like her whole person, one size smaller than the most ordinary women, but they are extremely soft, greasy, as if they have no bones, and a little cold, as if they were carved from white marble.

With a little effort, Lou Xiang came down from the car.

After she came down, Fang Yuan was about to let go, and then turned around and did what she should do -- but Lou Xiang suddenly grabbed the edge of his palm and didn't mean to loosen it at all. She smiled at Xia Xiaoyun, who raised her hand and asked him to move forward.

Fang Yuan is a little silly. I don't understand what this little woman means: let my friends help her all the time?

Not only Xiaofang is a little confused, but even Xia Xiaoyun is a little unclear. So: Mr. Lou, Mr. Lou, you have a bodyguard around you, and Lin Lin is the secretary. Why do you hold the hand of a small security guard in our company?

"President Xia, please."

Just as Xia Xiaoyun's eyebrows wrinkled slightly and her brain turned rapidly, when she thought about Lou Xiang's original intention of doing so, the little woman had opened her lips and raised her right hand to do the action of please first.

"Mr. Lou, please."

Xia Xiaoyun only smiled, walked to her right and walked side by side with her.

A strange scene appeared: surrounded by many people (Lin Lin, bodyguard, Zhang Xin and other magic express people, at least two meters behind the two bosses), two women comparable to Hua Jiao, one in white is as cold and beautiful as Tianshan snow lotus, the other is as red as Nirvana Phoenix, and the red and white complement each other strangely.

These two women were supposed to be a "beautiful woman walking slowly" drawn by the top painter, but there was a security guard wearing black dog skin next to them, which completely destroyed this dusty realm and made people look very uncomfortable.

Even Qin Xiaobing, standing in the distance with little stars in his eyes (obviously envious to death), felt that the existence of the square was so abrupt and uncoordinated.

Even Qin Xiaobing, who most supports Fangyuan's work, has this idea, let alone others.

It is estimated that at this moment, even the God standing in the clouds can't wait for a thunderbolt to split the guy surnamed Fang into coke: you are a stain on white paper and cow dung next to flowers!

Nima, can you blame your buddy?

You didn't see the woman holding her brother's hand and didn't release it. It was like holding her husband's hand -- it was like hearing a curse from the cloud. Mr. Fang shouted in his heart that he was wronged.

If Xiaobing's sister hadn't been watching from a distance, Mr. Fang would have shaken off his little hand, pinched a serious face, and said coldly: Mencius said that men and women don't kiss each other!

What made Mr. Fang more depressed was that in many strange eyes, he obviously felt that Lou Xiang held his left hand and increased his strength to press down, as if he didn't even have the strength to walk.

This also makes Mr. Fang, who has little research on Chinese classical literature, open his mind and think of two poems by Lao Bai (Bai Juyi): the waiter is weak to help up, and it is the time of new grace.

"Thanks, Fang Yuan."

Just as Mr. Fang was holding a piece of the most precious porcelain in the world, holding thousands of carefully, he didn't know the year of the present and the past, but his hand released him, and then there was a soft voice of thanks from Lou Xiang in his ear.

"Oh, you're welcome. That's what I should do."

Instinctively, when Fang Yuan blurted out this sentence, he suddenly had an inexplicable sense of loss -- he was reluctant to let go of his weak hand.

"Mr. Lou, please."

When Fang Yuan subconsciously looked up and saw Lou Xiang's soft smile at him, she felt that her bones were crisp. When she was about to smile, Xia Xiaoyun said a faint sentence.

Then, Mr. Fang's nostalgia, loss and some kind of stupidity were shattered by boss Xia's seemingly casual cold glance. The whole person immediately woke up, turned and walked down the steps.

The woman's inner charm is so powerful!

After stepping down the steps, Fang Yuan was afraid to find that Lou Xiang had just "borrowed" his hand, but in just a few seconds, it could cause a great surge in his heart.

Fang Yuan doesn't know that the title of "ginseng fruit" in Hunan is not in vain.

Different from ye Mingmei, who is full of coquettish spirit at the first glance, building Xiang is definitely extremely charming. Just using seemingly normal social etiquette (the action of supporting the surrounding area) can make every normal man clearly feel her tender and charming.

To put it bluntly, Lou Xiang is an expert at home, and the Pearl as famous as her is a beautiful flower and leaf. She is a master of horizontal practice (foreign) Kung Fu. One of them is through the vision of red fruit, the other is to release their charm.

If compared with the charm of men, Lou Xiang knows better than ye Mingmei how to impress a man.

As for sister Shuishui, who deliberately pretended to be a wave, compared with building Xiang, she was thrown out of the owner of 17th and 8th streets, and there was no place to find it.

It can be said that building Xiang is definitely Mr. Fang's first expert who can convince men through seemingly random actions in the past few years!

However, it is obvious that even if Lou Xiang has this extraordinary "internal Kung Fu", Fang Yuan no longer remembers that strange feeling, but is thinking about what she said: Thank you, Fang Yuan.

She knows my name is Fang Yuan.

She, a real boss who even Xia Xiaoyun has to smile and travel with at least several bodyguards, how can she know my name?

Of course, it's not because her bodyguard threw out her buddy when we first met, so she felt guilty and asked someone who I was.

But because -- she really cares about me.

Why should Lou Yuxiang pay attention to an insignificant little security guard?

When Fang Yuan thought of this, he subconsciously turned back again and looked at the door of the hall.

The entrance of the hall was empty, and the Xiang and his party had been welcomed into the headquarters building by Xia Xiaoyun.

Building Xiang pays attention to Fangyuan, of course, not because he is handsome and hopes to select the world's most handsome security guard -- it is because she has begun to suspect that Fangyuan is the murderer who cruelly cut off the palms of her two bodyguards.

Even if it wasn't him, he couldn't get away from it.

Depending on the detached status of Lou Xiang in the Chinese government and business circles, she was able to visit the queen of Tang in person. One of her dogs walked in the street and was kicked by sun deli's master with a background (only limited to the city of Tang). It is estimated that President sun's leg would have to be interrupted.

What's more, it was her two confidants who had their palms cut off alive?

How could she swallow it?

Ten thousand percent have to find out the murderer, hang it on the flagpole and light the sky lamp.

In the eyes of others, it is illegal to abuse lynching to retaliate against others.

For Lou Xiang, it doesn't matter at all -- kneading someone who dares to abolish her bodyguard is like kneading an ant. No one will take care of it.

No matter how much you love your current life and enjoy this society ruled by law, you can't deny that there are some privileged people around us.

Building Xiang is definitely one of the privileged. It is genuine.

But she is not the kind of privileged person who has no brain. She will never show her sharp teeth and bite people without finding out who the real murderer is.

She knew very well that a murderer who could quietly cut off the palms of her two confidants under her eyes, and then the local public security department sent elite soldiers to thoroughly investigate for several days and found nothing was not an ordinary person.

If she only relies on suspicion to retaliate against a suspect, who can guarantee that the mysterious murderer will mix with her and cut off her small hands cruelly?