Getting married by mistake: the embarrassing wife of the cold-faced president

Chapter 52
I groaned in pain, and quickly withdrew the charming smile of the copycat version of Zhiling's sister on my face, and the thought flashed in my mind, just rush out regardless of 21.

Come to a 36 plan, escape is the best plan.

I don't want Han Qingluo to stretch out his hand to pull me quickly, he grinned: "Sulala, since we met by fate, why don't you sit down and have a cup of coffee first."

This guy looks like a gentleman, but there is an evil look in his eyes.

I don't like to drink coffee, and I'm not in the mood to drink it.

But now that Han Qingluo has said this, I can't justify running away recklessly. It seems that I am an overly open-minded alien, and I belong to the character of beating a monk after reading the scriptures—speaking of which I was the one who beat the monk that night He took the initiative, shamelessly pestered him and asked, "Isn't there something more interesting?" Han Qingluo didn't force me.

The unkind person is me, not him.

When it came to a critical moment, he stepped on God VI with his left foot and God VII with his right foot and escaped. He broke his promise and didn't join forces with him to engage in that "more interesting" game.

I reluctantly sat down on the sofa.

The charming smile could no longer be displayed, so he had to let the flow take its course and put on a bitter face.

"What would you like to drink? Tea? Coffee? Or fruit juice?" Han Qingluo was polite, and people who didn't know his background couldn't imagine that he was not a good bird.

I tensed my stepmother's face: "Black coffee, no sugar."

Han Qingluo asked Qiao Weizhong again: "What does this handsome guy drink?"

Qiao Weizhong said, "Watermelon juice."

He kept staring at Han Qingluo with amazement in his eyes, and while Han Qingluo turned his head to give instructions to the boy, Qiao Weizhong bit my ear and said ghostly and reverently: "Wow, it really is a Handsome guy, so handsome! His eyes are more powerful than Tony Leung's, the electric wave has at least 100 watts, he is so handsome."

He clicked his lips and said again: "This handsome guy is handsome, and he is still so tall; if he is tall, he is tall, and he is still so capable; if he is capable, he is capable, and he is still so calm; if he is calm, he is calm. A pervert who stretches his hands when he meets a woman—right Su Lala? Just now he stretched out his hand to pull you, then let go of it, and didn’t do anything to you. Su Lala, should you think about it and develop him into a The object of the second spring?"

I rolled my eyes at him.

The boy quickly brought two cups of black coffee and a cup of watermelon juice.

Han Qingluo said to me: "Beauty——"

These two words fell into my ears, and I just felt harsh. Before he could speak, I frowned badly and said fiercely: "It's not like you don't know my name! Please call me by my name, don't call me Beauty! I'm not a beauty!"

Han Qingluo had a surprised expression: "You are a beauty!" He said: "I'm not lying to you, really! You just don't know how to dress yourself up! Don't believe it? If you are interested, I will give you a makeover, believe it You will definitely be reborn and become a peerless beauty."

"Bah, a peerless beauty! Who are you lying to?" I was annoyed: "I'm not blind. I've been in the mirror for more than 20 years and still can't tell the difference between beauty and ugliness! Besides, I'm not stupid enough to look like the emperor in the emperor's new clothes!"

Han Qing smiled: "Su Lala, do you know why I asked you to interview me by name? It's because you are a natural beauty, like a piece of unpolished jade, if carefully designed, carved, polished, trust me , you will definitely shine." He looked quite serious, but it didn't look like he was mocking.

Even so, Qiao Weizhong squirted a mouthful of watermelon juice out of his mouth, and the range was quite far, barely hitting a girl who just went upstairs.

I used four or two strokes of perseverance to forcefully suppress the urge to kick him to Mount Everest.

I ignored the existence of Qiao Weizhong, and said to Han Qingluo: "You really know how to make people happy! I'm not a three-year-old child, I know that an ugly duckling is an ugly duckling, how could it become a beautiful swan? The breed is completely different! Isn't it?" I Blinking eyes, he said again: "Your so-called careful design, carving, and polishing, don't you mean asking me to have plastic surgery? Tell you, I will not do it if you ask me to have plastic surgery! First, I am a poor man with no spare money; second, I'm afraid of failure, if the plastic surgery doesn't make me a Frankenstein, then my life will be over; three years ago, my pain nerves are very sensitive, and I feel like I'm in pain when I have a small injury or pain. I'm stupid, I have nothing to do when I'm full Run to suffer this living crime?"

"Plastic surgery?" Han Qingluo said: "Ah, no, no, beauty, you don't need plastic surgery. You are a natural beauty, with well-matched facial features and your own characteristics. If you go for plastic surgery, it would be a pity to waste your natural beauty. "

I blink again.

This is the first time in the 26 years since I walked the earth that someone said I was naturally beautiful.

I thought about what Han Qingluo said, is it true?or fake?Or, is there something wrong with Han Qingluo's aesthetics?Otherwise, Han Qingluo has ulterior motives and has bad intentions for me.

Thinking of the words "bad intentions", I couldn't help but think of that night in the bar, I was dragged outside by him, and I shamelessly pestered him and asked, "Isn't there something more interesting?" ", at the end, the scene of going to the hotel with him shamelessly.

My face couldn't help turning red.

In order to prove that Han Qingluo's words are true, and to see if I am really a beautiful woman who has been buried, I decided to let Han Qingluo transform me and use a dead horse as a living horse doctor—that is, a grass chicken If you can't become a phoenix, you probably won't lose anything. At worst, you can go back to your original shape and become an ugly girl.

This is called a red heart, two hands ready.

There are three or two VIP guests in the studio on the second floor, and several staff members are busy.One of them came over, with a small sign hanging on his chest: Designer Assistant, Huo Shan.

He took a serious and careful look at me, then whistled and said, "Wow, it's a reprint of Lu Yan!" He looked at me again, and said again in a professional tone: "I'm quite tall, with a good figure. A pair of slender legs, especially the calves, slender and straight like a window model in a store, is a veritable golden ratio, a perfect nine-headed body—”

I interrupted him and asked without hesitation: "What is the perfect nine-headed body?"

Qiao Wei understood this, and he told me: "The so-called nine-headed body, as the name suggests, means that the ratio of face to height is 1:9."

I said "oh".

Huo Shan said to me: "Beauty, tidy up well, change your temperament, and adjust your style. I believe it is no worse than Lu Yan! After all, your face shape is much better than Lu Yan, and it is more popular and Chinese."

I was taken aback.

Lu Yan?

No matter how ignorant I am, I still know who Lu Yan is.

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(End of this chapter)