Chapter 6

I tore a lot of hand cleaning paper in the bathroom. This paper absorbs water in general, but it's good that it's thick and hard enough. Even if I accidentally touch the water after painting, I can basically leave a face outline, which is much better than a pool of white mud toilet paper.

I turned around and found that there was no place to hide. Looking around the fragrant bathroom like a five-star hotel room, my eyes fell on the aromatherapy box.

The box is small in design, romantic in color and beautiful in style. It's the same as the small handbag specially equipped for the dress.

Seeing that no one came in at the door, she quickly walked over, poured the aromatherapy materials into the dustbin, put in the paper and pen, closed it again and squeezed it in her hand.

Looking in the mirror, I saw that a white magnolia was engraved on the cover of the small box. Even if it was a package, with the tall appearance of the "small handbag", it was among the top ten handbag value competition tonight. Qingyao visually observed how it could occupy the last place.

The cloth on the chest of her clothes was pulled again, but still a lot of meat was exposed. She was impatient. She stopped looking at the mirror and squeezed her "little handbag". Like other women who came in to the bathroom, she shook it three times for fear that others would twist it out like they didn't know they had an ass.

Just arrived at the corner of the corridor, the wrist was forcibly pulled.

"Why do you want to die -" before the voice fell and the fist was waved, a familiar man's face that disgusted her jumped into the pupil.

Gu Jingcheng looked gloomy and stared at her snow-white towering chest with a vicious tone: "your cloud family has closed down? You have no clothes to wear. You come out in such a thing lacking cloth and materials to make a fool of yourself?"

Qingyao was furious: "it's none of your business!"

Gu Jingcheng ignored her cry, took off his suit jacket a few times, put it on her shoulder, and pulled his chest close: "I arranged a speedboat to send you out from the back!"

Qingyao was so powerful that he waved his suit and people away a few times: "aunt warned you, get away and don't annoy me!"

Gu Jingcheng frowned, bent down and picked up his suit.

His eyes slanted to a touch of water blue. He paused. When he got up again, Junrong floated a gentle smile: "baby, are you here too?"

Qingyao looked back along his disgusting voice. Xiao Weizheng came out of the bathroom.

Xiao Wei walked gracefully across the Qing Dynasty. His eyes were darker and coloured, and the light passed through the clear distance. Then he fell on Gu Jing's body. His arms and arms were fluttering.

Gu Jingcheng's handsome and extraordinary face suddenly floated across the sky and whispered, "I also have this problem, which is more serious than baby you."

Xiao Wei stopped looking at him and went straight away. His face was extremely ugly.

Mingming had just been on the tuba and should be unobstructed, but Xiao Wei felt that the shit had not been pulled out at all, blocking her intestines.

Qingyao looked coldly at the two people singing and acting. One is an actor in front of the stage and the other is an actor in life. It's hard to see how beautiful it looks in front of the strange person. Ma's double base and wall together. Who dares to fight crazy?

Gu Jingcheng's tall body bent slightly, followed Xiao Wei like a pug, and explained: "she still had the things she took that day. I came to her to get those back -"

Qingyao heard clearly. He regretted that he should have beaten him hard just now. It was too cheap to push him away. He is a beast with different appearance and inside.

They passed a trash can in the corridor. Gu Jingcheng paused. Finally, they threw in the expensive custom suit and dress. They looked back at Qingyao with complex eyes.

Qingyao lightly turned his eyes and moved away, disdaining even looking at him.

Back to the scene, more people.

Good wine and food, clothes and temples.

Look at the time, the protagonist is coming.

Qingyao glanced over the faces of one man after another, wondering if there was Lu Shaoqiu.

There was a lot of noise from the entrance.

"Lu Zong is coming!" a surprised woman whispered nearby.

The man beside her said, "which President Lu?"

"Lu Shaoqiu! Besides him, who else in Penang has such a great style?"

As soon as Qingyao's nerve stood up, his eyes brushed and shot at the entrance like a sharp arrow.

The scene was suddenly quiet.

People who don't know think Lu Shaoqiu is the protagonist today.

Suddenly it was quiet for only two seconds. Qingyao only felt several hurricanes blowing around him.

I saw many people rushing in front of me, blocking my sight.

She stood on tiptoe to see, but she was still a step slow. She only saw countless black and white deep and shallow back of her head, and was immediately angry.

Ma's face, she hasn't seen it yet. What's the squeeze? Aren't there all rich and famous ladies and gentlemen? Can you pay attention to a little reserved demeanor?

Everyone looks like she's in a hurry to take an exam. She's a pseudocelebrity. She's ashamed of them!

I don't understand. It's a singer, not his concert. Are these people?

She wondered if she had entered the fake first lady's birthday party?

"I'm disappointed that I didn't squeeze through the intimate contact for the first time?" clear laughter sounded behind her.

She frowned and looked back. It was the powdered boy who really made her want to get fat K from her clothes just now.

At the other end, there were more people and more voices.

She said coolly, "Why are so many celebrities welcoming Lu Shaoqiu? What's his origin?"

I asked casually. I didn't expect this suckling powder boy to give any reliable answers. It was just the mentality of a dead horse being a live horse doctor.

Who knows that the powdered boy has a sophisticated tone: "When it comes to the background, no one can find out, but this person himself is too powerful. He has a double degree in finance and computer science from Cambridge University. The database company he founded at school makes him worth hundreds of millions. After graduation, he returns home to establish Pangu network technology company, that is, Pangu group. In just a few years, he has become a new rich tycoon in China. He can make money. If he can Zuckerberg's money making is the first in the world, and Lu Shaoqiu is the first in China. "

There is no place to look for broken iron shoes. It takes no effort. Qingyao looks at the powdered boy and opens his mouth in surprise: "Pangu group belongs to Lu Shaoqiu?"

Song Lezhi raised a long eyebrow: "don't you know?"

Qingyao shook his head and shook his head again. She was busy chasing those star singers all day. Where was she free to pay attention to financial reports?

For this Pangu group, if it is not so famous that Chinese people know it, it is difficult for her to know it or not. Otherwise, she still ignores it.

Qingyao is more incredible than him: "no, since he is so busy and can make money, why does he still make records? The deadline is coming when he is old, he is tired of making money, and he still wants to have some fresh fun when he is old?"

"Old? The deadline is coming?" one of song Le's saliva almost didn't come out. This girl is so funny and lovely.

Cute stupid!