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Chapter 303 This President’s Painting Style Is Wrong (66)

Like every hero in the novel of the dog-blooded president, Nan Chu also likes perfect women.

There is a bit of seductive sexiness in the purity, and it looks lustful and pure.

Hua Qianxi picked out a preppy dress.

It's just that the neckline and skirt are secretly revealing the cautiousness.

Alluring whiteness was revealed.

The breeze brushed over Hua Qianxi's fair neck, and Hua Qianxi couldn't help shivering.

As if resisting with her fingertips, she straightened her neckline, Hua Qianxi turned around in the mirror, but she was not satisfied no matter how she looked at it, and finally pulled the zipper to the highest position.

She didn't want to show anything more in front of that Nan Chu at all, as if Ye Lin's brand was already stamped all over her body, if Nan Chu looked at her more, Hua Qianxi would feel uneasy.

Hua Qianxi's slender fingertips shuttled through the hair, and the soft long hair draped lazily over the shoulders was simply tied up by Hua Qianxi, with a bow hair clip as an accessory.

Simple plaid satin.

Not a single bit of sparkling diamonds.

Hua Qianxi is very satisfied with such a "simple and simple" self in the mirror.

There is absolutely nothing to watch from top to bottom.

Hua Qianxi has no interest in dressing up other men.

There was a sudden pain in the heart, and Hua Qianxi pressed her left chest with her small hand.

She knew that this was another punishment from this plane.

But so what.

If you don't like it, you don't like it.

There has never been anything that can threaten Hua Qianxi.

At worst, the plane will collapse, and she will continue to be the widowed king for the rest of her life.

Hua Qianxi does not intend to change her attire.

The little hand pressed hard on his left chest, trying to suppress the pain that surged up in his heart.

Hua Qianxi's calf was so painful that her calf became weak, and beads of sweat had already begun to glisten on her forehead.

But she still refused to let go, leaning on the wall stubbornly, wearing ordinary student canvas shoes, staggering out of the hallway.

The moment she walked out of the gate, the pain suppressed in Hua Qianxi's heart suddenly disappeared.

Hua Qianxi suddenly panted heavily, as if she was living after a catastrophe.

It was just a pain like suffocation.

"Nan Chu will appear on the way to work in an hour."

Hua Qianxi recalled the information obtained in her mind, closed her eyes, and murmured softly.

On her cheeks was foundation almost stained with sweat.

Hua Qianxi simply touched up her makeup, and then rushed to Nan Chu to go to work without stopping, and continued to prepare to repeat the old tricks.

Hua Qianxi would not be unaware that Nan Chu had investigated all her details.

To be precise, the details that Nan Chu investigated were all information about the original host, and had nothing to do with forcibly occupying the original host's body and spending Qianxi to complete the task.

No matter how many things Hua Qianxi does, she is just trying to play the role of the original host.

Hua Qianxi stood at the corner of the road, pacing back and forth on the sidewalk.

From the corner of her eye, she still glanced at the vehicles passing by on the road from time to time.

But there is no car in Hua Qianxi's memory.

Hua Qianxi glanced down at the watch, and frowned suspiciously.

Very strange.

Could it be that her information went awry?

"Who are you waiting for here?"

Behind him is a familiar male voice.

The exhaled breath brushed Hua Qianxi's ears.

Hua Qianxi couldn't help shivering.

(End of this chapter)