After school in the afternoon, Ye Qingge walked out of the school gate with the surging flow of people.
She was holding a few books in her arms, wearing a simple and plain dress, and white sneakers on her feet. She couldn't describe the fresh and refined taste. The breeze blew by, blowing her long black hair, and the flying hair let people pass by.
The boys next to me couldn't help but glance sideways.
She walked slowly, squinting her eyes slightly, enjoying the comfort of the breeze blowing on her face.
Suddenly there was a screeching brake sound, and a limited-edition supercar that had already passed her suddenly braked, pushed the car back, and stopped beside her.
Ye Qingge stopped and looked curiously at the supercar parked next to her.
The car window slowly rolled down, revealing a charming and evil face, with porcelain white skin, narrow eyes, and enchanting body, which was incredibly beautiful.
However, he had a lonely aura and cold eyes. He looked at Ye Qingge from top to bottom, making Ye Qingge shiver involuntarily.
"You, get in the car!" His thin lips opened slightly, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife blade. Ye Qingge subconsciously took a step back and shivered even more.
sky!
Are these human eyes?
It's so cold it can freeze you into a popsicle!
"Ye Qingge, get in the car quickly!"
An anxious voice from behind reminded Ye Qingge. Ye Qingge looked back and saw that it seemed to be her classmate.
She has just transferred here, so she is not very familiar with the classmates in the class.
"Why?" She didn't know him, how could she just get into a strange boy's car?
"Ye Qingge! Get in the car quickly!" Ye Qingge's classmates stamped their feet anxiously, "He is Master Nahan. If you anger him, we will all be buried with you!"
"Oh——" Ye Qingge finally understood.
No wonder I don’t know my classmate very well on weekdays, and now I am so eager to help her with advice. It turns out that I am afraid that I will be buried with her!
But, who is this young master Nahan, and why do her classmates fear him like this?
"I..." She wanted to say something else.
Na Hanjue frowned slightly, showing a slight expression of impatience. Ye Qingge's classmates swarmed up and pushed Ye Qingge into Na Hanjue's car.
After closing the door, they all bent 90 degrees toward Na Hanjue's speeding car.
Ye Qingge was sitting in a luxury supercar, as if in a dream.
Has she been kidnapped?
Should she scream "Help" now?
Just as she was hesitating, Na Hanjue's supercar stopped at a styling salon. Dozens of salon staff lined up, bowed respectfully to Nahanjue's supercar, and then dragged Ye Qingge out of the store.
Han Jue's car.
"Lady type!" Na Hanjue spat out three words coldly.
Just for the words "Na Han Jue", Ye Qingge paid a heavy price - he was surrounded by more than a dozen people for an hour and a half, put on a tight-waisted cheongsam, put on delicate and moist makeup, and paired it with
Elegant and expensive jewelry.
An hour and a half later, Ye Qingge, who had a sore back and waist, looked at herself in the mirror and blinked her big moist eyes in surprise - was this still her?
Wearing a burgundy cheongsam with slits all the way to the top of her thighs, her rouge-colored glossy red lips are like the dew on cherry blossoms in the forest. She is obviously clean and noble to the extreme, but also carries an endless splendor and splendor that makes people's hearts itch uncontrollably.
, but dare not blaspheme, an extremely complex existence.
At this time, all men will be attracted to her, right?
Young Master Nahan, who was waiting in the car and impatiently knocking on the window, was no exception. The moment he saw Ye Qingge, his dark eyes, which had always been as deep as a thousand-year-old cold pool, started to stir slightly.
Although he passed away, he still took away Ye Qingge's soul, leaving her dazed for a moment.
