1867 Women's Clothing Boss (34)

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A few busy voices came from the earpiece, and without warning, it was hung up.

Su Kui: "......"

I didn't give up and continued to dial, hung up again, dialed again, and finally-

"! Who, the soul crying early in the morning? Say something quickly, get out of here! โ€

So grumpy? To Su Kui's surprise. A smile crept into her eyes, her fingers flexed, and she tapped her knees rhythmically. Lu Qibao looked at Su Kui as if he had seen a ghost, and heard the voice from the mobile phone, all kinds of irritable and unkind.

The king of her family, when did patience get so good?

Su Kui didn't notice Lu Qibao's careful thoughts, and got straight to the point, "Tan Ke's matter, you did it?" โ€

Zhuo'an's voice was lazy and impatient, "What's the matter, isn't it?" Or do you feel sorry for that adulterer? As she said this, her eyes narrowed sharply, and her voice was lowered.

The deep displeasure was passed on to Su Kui.

Su Kui had a hunch that as long as she nodded her head and said that she was distressed, the other party would definitely pick up a knife and cut her directly.

The answer is already clear, Su Kui smiled, "I have nothing to do with him, why do you think he is my adulterer?" Let me tell you this, he's not my cup of tea. โ€

When he listened to the first half of the sentence, Zhuo En was in a much better mood. However, in the second half of the sentence, her eyes narrowed into a dangerous arc, "Oh? Then tell me, where is your dish? Sweet or spicy and bitter? โ€

Lu Qibao listened to this nonsensical words, rubbed his stiff cheeks, this chat is really embarrassing.

However, Su Kui continued without changing his face.

"This dish of mine, he is very special, life is full of flavors, I really don't know, there is something he can't do."

Zhuo's brow furrowed at first, but soon, his brow relaxed.

The meaning of this sentence โ€“

The corners of his lips are unconsciously curled, and the eyes that are black and white and do not wear contact lenses look a little deep. However, the tone was still very impulsive, and it looked like everyone owed me money, "Then this person is probably a strange person!" He complained.

Su Kui nodded, "Yes, it's still a big strange flower, and sometimes people can't stand it, so I really want to-"

"Just want to?" Zhuo En choked in his throat, what do you mean by big, wonderful? He pursed his lips, "What do you really want to do?" โ€

"I really want to," Su Kui smiled incomprehensibly, his red lips opened lightly, and the evil aura quickly lingered in his eyes, "Kill him!" โ€

Zhuo: "......"

He blinked, suspecting that he was hallucinating in his ears. Dropping the phone, sleepy, he quickly ran to the bathroom to wash his face, and then turned back, just in time to hear the last sentence before hanging up the phone.

"It's just a pity that I don't have that."

Zhuo En suddenly felt that somewhere, a tight.

The phone hung up, but he couldn't sleep, so he simply got up. Mess up your hair, don a graffiti top and ripped jeans, wear a few shiny stud earrings on your ears, and finally, put on a smoky makeup.

In the end, what appeared in the mirror was a tall, slender and model-like, punk girl.

"So handsome!" He snapped his fingers, went out, went downstairs, and ate.

It's no surprise that nannies are so obsessed with their employers playing the role of women. Strange to say, ugly people wearing women's clothes can only be reminiscent of perverts. And Drowne, no matter what he wears, seems to look very good, and thinks, he is such a style.

When he goes out, others will only think that he is tall, whether he is a model or not, but they will never doubt that he is a man.

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