Men can be pretty.
15.5
—Until the corner of the tea party, I met "Su Xiaomo", a girl in a simple maid outfit.
At that time, the other party was holding a face full of dreamy tears of diamonds, staggering with a plate of red wine, and bumped into Murong Jihua firmly.
16.
I'm sorry, I apologize, I suddenly feel that those vulgar fans before are also quite good.
Looking at the panic-stricken migrant worker sister in a short black and white skirt, with two big colorful Kazilan eyes occupying half of her face, Murong Jihua's expression suddenly became very exciting.
Reason told him:
Su + Xiaomo + finale + Bailian's appearance + unique temperament that is incompatible with the coquettish and lowly goods in front + bumping into the male lead at the beginning...
= heroine
Emotionally told him,
…
This young master thinks it’s good to like men, at least the proportion of men is normal, you say ⑧
17.
Really, it's better to bend into a mosquito coil and fall in love with a man before you die.
18.
In the end, the desire to survive overcame dignity.
Murong Jihua took a deep breath, pinched Su Xiaomo's chin firmly, and gave her a "wicked smile":
"You woman, huh, damn sweet, I'll definitely buy it."
Brother Le
19.
"This woman, I, Murong Jihua, will decide."
One of the rules of the late-night tea party: as long as you can afford it, everything present is a commodity in the showcase.
In fact, when hearing this rule, Murong Jihua felt,
This is properly the initial value environment forcibly created for the encounter between the hero and heroine!
19.5
The president's voice was deep and sonorous. After a brief silence, the entire tea party boiled over.
—President of Yelistin Group, the No. 1 company in country A,
The eldest son of the Murong family of the first family,
The cold-faced overlord of both politics and business,
The rumored dream lover of female creatures all over the world—
Don't fall in love with Qingcheng's precious treasure, just buy a down-and-out girl!
This is Murong Jihua, the perfect male god that Su Dao shouldn't exist in this world!
20.
It's too late, but it's fast.
Sticking to one of the CEO's golden principles of "not being too nice to the heroine at the beginning", Murong Jihua threw down a check in a huff, without even looking at Su Xiaomo, leaving a sentence:
"This is 300 million, don't need to look for it. In five minutes, I want this woman to appear on the sports car at my door."
—Then flung the long lapel of the suit very chicly, picked up a goblet with elegant steps, and prepared to leave the late-night tea party...
20.5
It's too late to say it.
——A table knife with a flickering cold light pierced the lonely sky, and with a snap, the goblet shattered.
The bright red filled the sky, dyeing Murong Jihua's snow-white skin at the temples red.
The late night tea party venue was as quiet as a chicken.
Murong Jihua licked the corner of his lips, thinking casually: sour.
twenty one.
The sky is not beautiful, the clouds are rolling again, the starry night hides, under the cover of dark clouds, there is a continuous drizzle;
As the night darkened, meteors fell in the rain, piercing the brilliant night of lights.
What time do you leave the lights at home.
At the late-night tea party venue, the atmosphere was tense and ignited.
twenty two.
When Murong Jihua cast his eyes on the culprit who did the attack, the bodyguards who were about to copy the guy back to the scene all stopped their actions obediently.
——It was a man about his own age, wearing a snow-white windbreaker, and his short, neat hair shone with blue-blue shattering light.
The figure is half rainy, and there is a little frost and snow in the dark.
—He slowly stood up from the VIP seats at the tea party.
Su Xiaomo cried: "Brother Le!"
She stretched out her arms, intending to step forward, but was stopped by Butler Cui.
Murong Jihua wiped off the redness on his face with a tissue, and looked at him quietly.
His face was calm, with a pair of indifferent eyes showing a cold light.
twenty three.
One word, handsome;
two words, good looking;
Three words, really charming;
The four words are truly amazing.
The second he saw this person, Murong Jihua recognized his personality as the cool second male lead.
Who would let a walking beauty be reduced to a supporting role in a romance novel
It has to be said that the other party's looks are worth at least 200 million.
Different from his own indifference and handsome temperament, the opponent's handsomeness is more like the cold front on a peerless sword, dangerous and disrespectful, with an aggressive temperament.
"Although it's still a little worse than me."
twenty four.
However, President Murong had no choice but to overturn the conclusion made a second ago.
(21:00:04) The man sneered, the cold wind blew up, and half of his clothes curled up;
(21:00:15) You Lengmang slipped down the wet ground along his left hand, and quickly disappeared in the rainy night.
It was a silver table knife;
(21:01:15) The man was not in a hurry, he even raised the corners of his lips slightly, raised his face and stared at Murong Jihua, as if he was looking at a chicken.
(21:02:00) The man's thin lips parted slightly, and he chanted:
"Hey... it's so, it's so!"
Then, he lowered his head and looked down at Murong Jihua coldly, with a clear and cold voice:
"...I'm late, Mo'er. It means that the Tao is broken by others, and I will go against the sky and take back everything that should belong to me."
"Murong Jihua, you managed to arouse my interest."
25.
As soon as the words fell, the strong wind suddenly picked up, and the icy rain rolled up the water, which set off a huge wave in Murong Jihuaxin Lake!
26.
So handsome!
Ah no, what a sophomore!
Wait a minute, this bit of domineering aura of the urban lunatic—
Am I the second male
—Maybe this isn't a female-frequency romance novel at all!
It's Long Aotian's novel where the good-for-nothing male protagonist pretends to be aggressive all the way, counterattacks, slaps his face and pushes his sister to accept his younger brother
27.
Is it still possible to save the woman by returning the woman to the protagonist? Waiting online, very urgent·jpg
Get enough money to kill a man
28
The night is cool, the heart is getting cold;
Half a drop of red wine is so cold.
calm,
calm!
calm.
The logo in the upper right corner of the field of vision was flickering under the gorgeous lights. Murong Jihua never expected that one day—
"Crazy Favor: The President's Beloved Xiaobailian" such a name in sand sculpture middle school can give oneself the strength from the heart like now:
Give him the confidence and courage of "I am the protagonist".
Yes, that's right, which male frequency book would have such a sand sculpture name!
28.3
Before he could recover, "Brother Le" spoke again, this time to Su Xiaomo:
His eyes were like broken glass, and as soon as he appeared, he smeared the scene with an unrealistic fantasy Marysu style.
"Mo'er, commit yourself to being a bully, if this is your choice, I will never blame you."
"But this is my war. One day, I will take back everything he took away from me. Wait for me, Mo'er."
Su Xiaomo's head shook like a rattle, Dou Da's tears fell like broken beads without money:
"No, don't fall into hatred anymore! It's not like this, Brother Le!"
"..."
28.6
What kind of Qiong Yao drama is this!
Wait, aren't you the president
This is not a late night shop where money matters... Ah no late night tea party
Why does this young master have to cooperate with so-and-so who talks about it? It's really a stupid move of cannon fodder!
28.9
Steward Cui grew up serving Murong since he was a child, and when he accidentally got drunk and uttered the truth, he knew what rainbow pi he was going to put when the young master lifted his diamond and gold tail...
Sorry, sorry.
So Ya quickly noticed that Murong Jihua's complexion was not good, so she approached him wisely and asked:
"Master, what should we do? Do you want to get rid of him?"
He compared his hands to his neck and made an over gesture.
28.99
Murong Jihua has a little entanglement.
In his impression, urban Mary Sue romance novels only allow car accidents, terminal illnesses and other accidents to manipulate the main characters physically and mentally—
Not to mention the possible identity of the other party, even if he is just the second male lead in the overbearing novel, forcibly killing the heroine Qingmei at the beginning is definitely a red card operation.
Murong Jihua frowned and thought hard:
What kind of operation can be refreshing and free from vulgarity and danger, and can avoid the forced BE caused by the overlord's ooc setting in time
29.
After holding back for a long time, Murong Jihua:
"Bring me enough money to kill a man."
29.3
The air was suddenly silent, only the sound of the audience gasping for cool air at night—
Incessantly, endlessly.
Murong Jihua raised his thumb and wiped his lips, and smiled "evilly":
"Little ones, smash it for me, pile after pile;
29.6
If you can't kill him, you don't have to go back to work. "
30.
With money you can do whatever you want.
31.
Of course, he couldn't really kill the man in the end. Murong Jihua finally let the white man go "reluctantly" amidst the tears and pleas of the little white lotus.
On the surface, Murong Jihua was arrogant and depressed, but in his heart he felt refreshed.
He Junle!
32.
The stars last night, the wind last night.
It rained harder and harder.
Under the neon lights, the sky is fading, and thousands of houses are lit.
"BOSS"
The maid Sophia gently knocked open the door of Murong Jihua's bedroom, and came in with a table of exquisite refreshments.
Murong Jihua was wearing gorgeous pink spotted rabbit pajamas, and was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows drinking black tea. The height of the dormitory on the 24th floor allowed him to have a panoramic view of the whole city A.
Yan Jihua had never seen what a 30-story villa looked like before his death—especially the one located in the city center with its own garden, beach and grassland.
—After traveling, he realized that it was Newton and poverty that limited his imagination.
32.5
The colorful sparks refracted countless colors through the glass window, falling scatteredly on Murong Jihua's hair and eyebrows, and finally melting into his deep and dark eyes