The Strongest Sweet Wife: Subduing the Superstar Husband

Chapter 181 The young master is quite pitiful
At the beginning, she really tried her best to endure her hobby, after all, the beauties here are not as good as those in Xuanwu Continent...

So reserved...

Later, Ye Anhui discovered that...

What are you being reserved for? Reserved, she just likes the hot personality just now!

Opening the lunch box, there was a row of neatly arranged sushi rolls, with a love heart drawn on it with ketchup, Ye Anhui smiled from ear to ear, "By the way, what is the Rotten Girls Club?"

"Don't you even know what rotten girl means?" Yue Xiaoqiu was surprised.

Ye Hui'an looked confused, should she know?
"Well, a rotten woman refers to a woman who likes men and men, and when she sees a good-looking man, she doesn't consciously fantasize about being fucked by another man."

Ye Hui'an's mouth grew suddenly, and his jaw almost fell off the floor, "What? Then what did that beauty mean by letting me join the Rotten Girls Club?"

"Maybe you have the potential to be a rotten girl."

Potential ghost!Has the word 'rotten girl potential' written all over her body?
Looking at the sushi in his hand, Ye Anhui stuffed it to Yue Xiaoqiu like a hot potato, "Eat slowly, I think I need to correct my image."

Ye Hui'an sat on Su Ziyi's seat with eyes blazing, and looked left and right at the huge mirror, "Smooth and delicate skin, rosy in the inside, exquisite facial features, she is clearly a beauty embryo full of aristocratic atmosphere, how can she look like a rotten girl?"

Yuan Xi and Yue Xiaoqiu: "..."

It turned out that Ye Anhui was so narcissistic.

Ye Hui'an's narcissism didn't happen in a day or two, it's just that she didn't show it.

Thinking of this, Ye Hui'an's face was full of sadness. There were twenty people in the young master's house, including her, there were only four women...

When they arrived at school, their class was even more exaggerated. There were 30 students and three female students...

The ratio of male to female is seriously out of balance. Could it be that she has somehow become a corrupt girl because of this?
Should not be!

Ye Hui'an frowns for a while, and rests her chin in a daze for a while, trying to figure out where she is showing 'rot'.

After thinking about it, she decided to ask the first person she saw in this world, the first man!
The new work of Li Xiang mentioned by Xiao Ze before has been put on the schedule since Si Jingyu agreed to accept it.

Just as he came out of Li Xiang's house after discussing the cooperation, Si Jingyu looked at Mark and the two male bodyguards with expressionless faces standing at the door of the car, feeling inexplicably agitated.

Damn it, if I knew it, I would just hire a tutor for her to study at home.

Sensing that the young master was in a bad mood, the three of them immediately stood up straighter.

"Mark." Si Jingyu called out in a cold voice after getting in the car.

"Yes, what's the master's order?"

He raised his hand and rubbed the center of his eyebrows, his stern face was slightly tired, "Where's Jingjing?"

"Miss San is going to prepare daily necessities for the school."

"When do you go to school?"

"If there is no accident, just these two days!"

"..."

Si Jingyu suddenly fell silent, his eyes fell out of the window, his thick eyebrows were slightly frowned, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and the cold air on his body subconsciously radiated again.

Hey!
The young master is also pitiful, today is almost over, and there is no message from Xiao An.

Just as he was hesitating whether to secretly remind Ye Hui'an, Si Jingyu's cell phone rang suddenly.

Si Jingyu's pitch-black pupils had just begun to glow, and seeing that the sound was not her exclusive ringtone, Jun's face became even more gloomy.

After about tens of seconds, the voice sounded again.

Si Jingyu was about to drop his phone, when Mark turned his head weakly in front of him, "Master, that's the voice of WeChat, maybe it's your family looking for it?"

　Everyone is spending weekends, but hard-working authors don’t have weekends

　　
　
(End of this chapter)