Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

"Oh?" Assistant Ding's eyes flashed with surprise: "I wonder why Madam Young said this? Do you really think that President Han is willing to sell the land to us foreign investors?"

Not in a hurry to answer, took a sip of milk tea, An Chuxia raised his eyes and looked at Assistant Ding in a deep voice, saying, "This question shouldn't be asked to me, Assistant Ding should know what you are doing? A Lamborghini Reventon, If you can be so generous in your shots, might you feel unsure in your heart?"

The two looked at each other and smiled, Assistant Ding took out a business card from his arms, and An Chuxia took it with both hands: "This business card...what do you mean?"

"I admire your ingenuity. Yes, we are really just showing up. We want those who compete with me to see how determined we are to buy it. This is my business card, mine. It means...If Ding is useful in the future, please call on the business card."

An unknown light flashed in Ding Ning's eyes. In the early summer of An, he put his business card in the space. He picked up the milk tea that hadn't been drunk on the table and stood up: "The milk tea in this shop is good and it tastes good."

I couldn't help covering my mouth and laughing: "Assistant Ding, you know this milk tea is delicious even before you drink this bite?"

Raising his finger to point to his heart, Ding Ning slightly squinted his eyes and said, "I can feel it. Then... I will leave you first, it is very pleasant to get along with you, I hope we can meet again in the future."

Slightly unnaturally, he stood up and squeezed out a smile and said, "Then, bye bye, Assistant Ding."

"We will definitely see you again." Ding Ning took a deep look at her, then raised the corner of her mouth and strode away. It wasn't until Ding Ning was completely out of sight that she sat down, gasping for breath. Talking with this foreigner who speaks Chinese better than her is really exhausting!

How good is this guy's Chinese? ‘Farewell’, ‘in the future’, and ‘Ding’, these vocabularies are exactly the same as those of the cultivated Chinese! As a result, she had to continue talking like this.

Housekeeper Han walked into the milk tea shop at this time, came to An Chuxia, pointed to the large and small gifts in his arms, and asked tentatively: "Madam, do you want to take these gifts back? Or throw them away? Up?"

"Throw it?" An Chuxia stood up abruptly: "How can you throw it away?! So...it's useless if we take it home. Looking at the contents of the package, it should be expensive, so we can't just waste it like that. So... …Housekeeper Han, can you ask someone to convert all these things into RMB and give it to me."

Housekeeper Han hurriedly bowed and replied, "Yes, Madam Young. Then shall we go back?"

She nodded and walked out of the milk tea shop. There was still a hint of warmth in the milk tea cup in her hand, she threw it into the trash can on the side of the road without hesitation, bent over and sat in the car.

"Hey, I slept with Master Qilu." Somehow, the words Lila said suddenly came to her mind. Suddenly, her chest was depressed, and she was holding her chest, her face a little bad. As soon as I got off the car at Han's house, I hurried to the side of the road and threw up.

Seeing her painful look, butler Han hurriedly asked someone to get a tissue and a cup of hot water and handed it to An Chuxia. His tone was full of worry: "Madam, what's the matter? Blame me! I drove the car too fast, let you……"

"Yeah!!!"