Quick Wear: Host, are you playing here?

Shangguan Shuye thought she was worried about the dinner dress. After all, those who went to the dinner were either rich or noble, and the dress was too cheap to be presented in social occasions.

"Nana, if you're worried about the gift or the dress, I can take care of it."

Now he recalled that Yao Na did not go with Qin Nianchu last time. Qin Nianchu's dress was prepared by Yu Haoxuan, so Nana would not go without him.

Shangguan Shuye thought he knew the truth, but saw Hua Xia shaking her head.

"It's not that I'm not going, but I'm not going with you."

Hua Xia's cute loli voice tells the cruel truth.

Shangguan Shuye felt as if he was stabbed in the chest. He never expected that the real reason was this.

"Why?" Perhaps he realized that his voice was too loud, and Hua Xia gave him a cold look, so he immediately lowered his voice, "Are you going with anyone else?"

Hua Xia shook her head in denial.

Of course not, she just wanted to take advantage of herself.

System 250 finally got a chance to interrupt: [Host, are you going to keep an eye on the male protagonist of this world to check the progress of the mission? ]

Hua Xia chuckled. The system was indirectly urging her to complete the task.

Hua Xia didn't agree with him and explained, "Some people just need to be cleaned up."

250 suddenly realized who Hua Xia was talking about.

The death of the original body had to be resolved eventually. The increase in power and money made these people feel more and more superior to others. They divided people into different levels at will and treated human life as weeds, trampling on them at will.

250 was filled with indignation. Every host before had a very difficult time under the hands of these people, and this was a big reason for the failure of the mission.

This class was the last class of the day. Kong Ying had evening self-study, but it was voluntary. After all, the students in these schools were all from wealthy families, and they had other family-related classes in the evening.

Hua Xia naturally wouldn't volunteer, she picked up her phone and was about to leave.

"Nana, aren't you going to evening self-study?" Qin Nianchu hurriedly ran over from behind, grabbed Hua Xia and asked.

Yao Na never missed school. Facing the little white rabbit-like heroine, Hua Xia blinked and made an excuse: "The hospital called, I went to see my grandma."

Upon hearing this, the heroine immediately showed a worried expression: "What did the doctor say? How is grandma? I'll go with you!"

How could this be possible? Hua Xia was certainly not going to visit her grandmother. She had other things to do. What was the point of bringing the heroine along?

Hua Xia suddenly had an idea and thought of an excuse: "I'm going to stay with my grandma tonight and won't go back to school. It's dark now and I'm worried about you going back to school alone. Let's go together next time we have a holiday."

The original owner Yao Na and the heroine both lived on campus and shared the same dormitory.

Qin Nianchu had no choice but to give up.

Hua Xia wanted to leave, but she caught a glimpse of Qi Ruize standing behind the heroine. After thinking for a moment, she said to him, "You can prepare her dress for tomorrow."

Qi Ruize's gaze, which had been fixed on Qin Nianchu, paused and looked up to meet Hua Xia's meaningful gaze.

After leaving the classroom, the system couldn't help but ask Hua Xia out of curiosity: [Does the host want Qi Ruize to prepare clothes for the heroine to bring them together? ]

get out of class had just ended and many people were walking out of the school. As expected, Hua Xia attracted everyone's attention again. It was probably because they had never seen a girl wearing a little dress so cutely but not childishly, but rather lovable.

"I guess so." Hua Xia replied casually.

Every time the heroine attends this banquet, it is purely self-deception and humiliation, and she is forced by the hero. Yu Haoxuan, who is in the position of a pursuer, will act like a domineering president and directly send a luxurious dress to the heroine.

Qin Nianchu had no choice but to participate.

Just now she saw Qi Ruize's eyes on the heroine, thinking that the two of them might have a play. She casually reminded him, but she didn't know if the male supporting role would dare to do it.

When I arrived at the school gate, I saw the security guard as expected.

The security guard had gauze wrapped around his head and hands. Hua Xia didn't climb over the wall this time because she was afraid of stepping on another principal. She walked out as low-key as possible, thinking that the security guard would ignore her as he did in the afternoon.

However, this time she guessed wrong.

"You, wait a minute!" The security guard suddenly spoke, attracting everyone's attention.

The security guard avoided looking at her but was indeed looking at Hua Xia. Hua Xia was sure that he was calling her and walked over.

"Follow me in." The security guard saw Hua Xia was still trembling and stuttering when he spoke.

Hua Xia had no idea what he was up to, but she was immune to all poisons, so she followed the mummy into the security room.

There was no one in the security room. The swollen security guard waited for Hua Xia to go in, then walked over and closed the door.

250 The electronic sound fluctuated: [Host, he doesn't want revenge! ]

Hua Xia also couldn't understand his actions. She saw the security guard close the door, walk past Hua Xia, walk to the desk, open the drawer, take something out of it, and walk towards Hua Xia.

The system's electronic voice trembled: [No, it can't be a bomb! ]

How can there be a bomb that small? Hua Xia looked at the pink object in the security guard's hand and didn't understand.

The security guard stretched out his open hand, and the closer he got to Hua Xia, the more his hand shook. He held it with his left hand, because his other hand was still wrapped in gauze and hung around his neck.

"Here, it's for you."

Hua Xia was silent, wondering if this middle-aged fat man would fall in love with her.

Apparently she was wrong. The security guard was sweating on his forehead, and was obviously scared. He trembled and stammered, "I, I, got a remote control for the gate. Next time, you can open it yourself."

Finally, fearing that Hua Xia would not accept it, he emphasized, "Pink, pink."

It’s the same color as Hua Xia’s dress.

So this means that she was given a key and allowed to open the door herself.

Hua Xia found it a little funny, and she also understood what the security guard meant by shivering and closing the door quietly.

She pursed her lips and smiled, and said softly, "Thank you."

The security guard raised his head instantly, obviously not expecting Hua Xia to thank him, and his eyes brightened several degrees when he looked at her: "No, you're welcome."

After Hua Xia left school, she hung the remote control for opening the school gate on her mobile phone case and swung it as she walked.

250 was stunned and couldn't close his jaw.

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There are two main purposes for coming out today, one is to rent a house, and the other is to buy a dress for tomorrow's dinner.

It is not dark yet, Hua Xia decides to go house hunting first. She doesn't want to live in a dormitory, she wants to live in a big villa!

The agent who would take her to see the house was one she had contacted long ago, so Hua Xia took a taxi directly there.

While sitting in the taxi, she looked at the tall buildings outside the window. With her excellent eyesight, she spotted a beautifully decorated building with a style that had a bit of the feeling of Monet's "Water Lilies".

Hua Xia quickly glanced at the brand above and hurriedly stopped the car: "Stop! I'm getting off here."

Plans cannot keep up with changes. Hua Xia originally wanted to go house hunting first, but she saw a familiar string of French words. It was the name of a designer, exactly the same as a clothing brand she had seen in her spare time while playing games today.

The furnishings of this shop seemed to have just begun to be renovated. When Hua Xia walked in, she saw that the designer's haute couture dresses were indeed being prepared to be placed in the display cabinets.

The reason why she remembered the name was not because the clothes designed by this designer were so beautiful, that was only one aspect. The other aspect was that they were precious and expensive.

"Hello, I want to buy this dress."

The clerk was a Frenchman, probably an agent, and could speak Chinese: "Five million."

Hua Xia nodded expressionlessly, took out a bank card from her pocket and handed it over: "Swipe the card."