The president bans love: the substitute lady is a paparazzi

Chapter 8 09
"Ouch! Wenwen, what do you think I should do!!"

"I couldn't have imagined that you would take a selfie with that thing!!"

Qingwen was sitting in Xia Yan's room, holding a bag of potato chips in her left hand, stuffing her right hand into her mouth non-stop, her face was indifferent when she was speaking, and then, she suddenly stopped all movements, subconsciously watching He looked at the watch on his left hand.

"Okay, it's [-]:[-] in the evening. You can enjoy the rest of your life. In short, you don't have much time. The coffin needs to be flipped and slided. I'll get you a piece of paper and write it down."

"Ah!!! Wenwen! When did you turn into a knife-mouthed axe-hearted!! I'm so miserable! I can't be rough now, and I can't sneak into Duanmu Century empty-handed to steal! And, maybe that pervert Duanmu Rui Now I have seen what I look like! I really don’t want to die so early!!”

Xia Yan threw herself into Qingwen's arms, just short of snot and tears.

"That's why." Qingwen pushed Xia Yan away, got up and said, "Use copper as a mirror to straighten your clothes, and history as a mirror to know success and failure! Use me as a mirror, and you will live a good life in those days!"

"Ah! Wenwen, I knew you had a solution!" Xia Yan stood up excitedly, just about to hug Qingwen, but unexpectedly, she heard the girl reply very calmly: "No!"

It really is a heartless bitch with multiple stomachs!
Xia Yan sat back heavily on the bed again, lay back, and stretched out in a big shape, looking like a heroic sacrifice.

The last piece of pure land in this city is covered with steeple-roofed European-style villas, surrounded by lush jungles and extremely quiet.Except for the asphalt road that is specially built for the owner and leads directly to the villa, it can be said that it is inaccessible.

This feeling is like the residence of vampire nobles in European and American bullshit movies.

However, in this castle-like villa hall, a luxurious European-style sofa was wrapped in fur, and a man sat on it. His mixed-race traits made his eyes particularly blurred.

He swung the red wine glass in his hand as if drinking blood, then raised it to pass under his nose, and then, the corners of his mouth curled up evilly.

"President, this is a photo copied from the camera bag."

The uncle housekeeper handed a stack of things wrapped in kraft paper to Duanmurui's hands, and then carefully observed the expected expression on his imminent birth.

In fact, he wanted to stop it, but there was no excuse for Duan Murui to stop.There is also no reason to destroy those photos in advance.
Duanmurui put down the wine glass, the haze appeared on his face, he took out the stack of photos from the kraft paper, and flipped through them flexibly one by one with his slender and noble fingers.

Originally, Xia Yan didn't capture anything, it was nothing more than the pictures of the celebrities talking in the banquet hall, it was a bit indecent to the sky.

There is only one photo of Duan Murui and Su Rui. In the photo, Su Rui opened his eyes in horror, while Duan Murui lowered his head, and most of his body was covered by Su Rui. If he didn't know, he might be No one can confirm that it is him.

Hmph, this woman is not good at taking pictures!

The corner of his mouth is raised, and he is very handsome, especially under the reflection of the crystal lamp above the largest hall, from a distance, he looks like a frozen painting.Without PS, perfection is hopeless.

But in the next second, his smile froze.

The woman in the photo has a pure side face, and when she smiles, her eye sockets are full of a special feeling, a feeling she doesn't have.The appearance is so similar to her, but this woman has an extra dimple, that's all.

(End of this chapter)