Angel is a little bad

Chapter 909
Conan took his expression into his eyes, and said lightly: "Since she affects your business so much, you can just fire her, why tolerate her so much."

Han Younan's eyes were still fixed on Huahuo: "I really want to fire her, but we lack a role like her in our store. I let many beauties try on that suit, but she is the only one who can wear that taste. Although she Some guests were chased away, but there were also many guests who came for her, so she can be regarded as atonement..."

That suit was indeed red and dazzling, no matter where she stood, she was the most conspicuous one.

Conan stared at the fire and asked, "Don't you think that red is too bright, it feels a bit ostentatious."

Han Younan was a bit proud: "I have gone through thousands of choices for that red color. She has tried all kinds of pink, wine red, purple red, peach red, and rose red, and she likes this red. She said that it is not bright enough. She doesn't want it, ha, this color is simply born for her."

Conan said casually: "Does she like red that much? I don't think I've seen her wear clothes of other colors."

"Yeah, her favorite color is red. She has tried other clothes, but she doesn't seem to like them very much. Now she only wears this red set..."

"So I like red..." Conan seemed to be talking to himself. Suddenly, he seemed to think of it, and murmured in a low voice: "Red... red plum blossoms... red plum blossoms... I like red the most..."

He suddenly patted Han Younan's arm to win his attention back, almost asking: "What flower does she like best?"

Han Younan touched his face and said: "Let's think about it, um, it seems to be a rose. She said it should be fragrant and thorny. It suits her personality well, hahaha..."

Conan asked: "What about plum blossoms, does she like plum blossoms?"

"This... well, I haven't heard her say it, but I think she probably doesn't like it. She would probably say that such a noble, petty and self-righteous flower is suitable for staying in the corner to fend for itself, and she looks down on this kind of thing. Well, hahaha——" Han Juan said, imitating Huahuo's arrogant and flirtatious expression, which was somewhat similar.

"Really." Conan couldn't help showing disappointment.

(End of this chapter)