After seeing this woman walking in with someone, Pan Dongdong jumped up from the sofa like a frightened rabbit. He didn't have time to put on his shoes and ran behind the sofa. His towering chest heaved violently and he looked at the woman.
There was fear and resentment in his eyes.
This woman, dressed in fine clothes, as noble, graceful and beautiful as a princess, is Min Rou next to Yan Qiye.
Pan Dongdong had a good impression of Min Rou when he saw her before.
This is not because Min Rou is still so beautiful and elegant despite being thirty-seven or eighteen years old, but mainly because of her attitude of a good wife who doesn't ask about "political affairs". Every time when Pan Dongdong goes there, she will hold hands and ask questions, which makes people laugh.
In her pleasant Wu Nong soft words, I felt a kind of care coming from a mother.
Whenever this happens, Yan Qiye will smile and nod. He is very satisfied with how harmoniously his step-sister and his daughter-in-law can get along with each other. Every time Pan Dongdong calls her "Rou Niang", he does so from the bottom of his heart.
However, such a woman saw through Pan Dongdong's ambition and arranged a trap to wipe out all her dead soldiers. Finally, she tore off the gentle mask and revealed her true snake and scorpion face.
Min Rou walked into the office, which was decorated like a palace bedroom, with Pan Dongdong's familiar smile on her face, and slowly sat on the sofa. The two men in black suits stood behind the sofa with their hands folded, their expressions blank.
After Min Rou sat down, she gently pulled up the skirt of her skirt with her left hand, and raised her left leg in an elegant manner. Her silver high heels inlaid with diamonds shone brightly under the light, and her voice was as smooth as water: "Dongdong
, what’s wrong with you, you look so bad.”
Before Pan Dongdong could say anything, Min Rou's pretty brows furrowed: "Dongdong, what are you doing? The reception is about to start, why haven't you changed your clothes yet?"
"I...I, I'll change it right away."
Pan Dongdong bit his lip hard, using the pain to force himself to suppress his resentment towards this woman, and turned around to walk towards the suite.
The suite in Pan Dongdong's office is unique. Not only does it have a big bed for her to rest on, but it also has a bathroom, a dressing room, a gym, and even a small bar. There are all kinds of clothes in the dressing room.
It takes up several large cupboards.
Pan Dongdong had only taken two steps when he heard Min Rou say lightly: "Stop."
Pan Dongdong's body trembled, he slowly turned around and said with a forced smile: "Rou, Rou Niang, what are your orders?"
Min Rou raised her chin slightly and looked at Pan Dongdong, with a sarcastic look in her eyes: "Just change here."
Pan Dongdong was stunned: "What? Are you changing clothes here?"
"Yes, just change here." Min Rou's tone was unquestionable.
"But..." Pan Dongdong bit his lower lip again, looked at the two black suits, took a deep breath and said with a smile: "Okay, then I'll get the clothes."
Min Rou immediately said: "No, let Dayong get it for you."
Pan Dongdong was stunned again, and then heard Min Rou say: "Even though Dayong is a man, his attainments in what clothes a woman should wear are definitely higher than most women. The cocktail party held in Dream Jiangnan today is unprecedented.
The highest-level event ever, not only celebrities from all over China, sons of aristocratic families, but also the respected Vice President of Russia, Mr. Bayehov, and his party. As the host of the reception, your image is a very important issue, so you can’t be too strict.
, let alone be too frivolous, must be charming but not showy, dignified and generous.”
"Oh." Pan Dongdong breathed a sigh of relief slowly and said with a smile: "Then I will listen to you, Rou Niang... Brother, the dressing room is the third door from the left in the suite."
"Okay." Dayong nodded expressionlessly and quickly walked into the suite.
So far, no second person has entered this suite in Pan Dongdong's office, not even her nominal husband Yan Yunhai, because it is her independent world!
Now, a strange man broke in, and he went to the dressing room specifically to look through her clothes - women's clothes are not just coats, skirts, shoes and other items, but also stockings, bras, and various other items.
Many women don't even want to touch their husbands with all kinds of underwear. What's more, Dayong is just a strange man. This is definitely a serious violation of her sexual rights.
However, Pan Dongdong doesn't dare to say no now, because she no longer has human rights: What does a person who doesn't even have the most basic human rights care about human rights?
"Sit down, I have something to tell you."
Min Rou swayed her raised toes, and Pan Dongdong agreed in a low voice, walked around the sofa and sat on it, with her legs tightly closed and her hands on her knees, looking quite decent.
Looking at Pan Dongdong, Min Rou smiled with satisfaction: "Originally, the reception was planned to start at half past five, but due to some special circumstances, it had to be postponed until nine o'clock..."
"Ah, why is the drinking party delayed!?"
Before Min Rou finished speaking, Pan Dongdong's face changed drastically, and his heart jumped: Could it be that she knew that I had already contacted Tang Peng, so she postponed the reception for three and a half hours? But Tang Peng didn't know,
If he comes, he should have come in by now, right? He didn’t see the cocktail party or me. Will he get impatient and leave, or will he call me? God bless him, please don’t do it at this time.
Call up!
Pan Dongdong had really misunderstood Min Rou. She had been sitting on the sofa and thinking wildly that day. She had no intention of caring about anything else. No one came to tell her that the delay in the reception was actually due to Bayehev's assassination.
After seeing Pan Dongdong's expression changed drastically, Min Rou frowned: "Why, it seems that you don't want the reception to be delayed at all. Could it be that this will delay your secret..."
Pan Dongdong waved his hands hurriedly and explained: "No, that's not the case! Because, in the dream, Jiangnan will never break trust with the organizer without any reason. This will have a bad impact."
"Humph, I didn't expect you to be quite responsible."
Min Rou snorted coldly before saying: "It is the Russian guest who is the protagonist of this cocktail party. A small accident happened on the way here. Mayor Shen Chengchu called specifically to inform that the cocktail party will be postponed for three and a half hours.
.”
"Oh, that's it." Pan Dongdong slowly lowered his head, staring at his toes, thinking: What should I do to inform Tang Peng to come back at nine o'clock?
Before Pan Dongdong could think of a way, she heard the door of the suite, and she subconsciously looked up - after just one glance, she jumped up from the sofa, her face turned red: "You, how could you touch me?
of……"
In Dayong's left hand, he held a black backless dress with a purple silk scarf on it.
In good conscience, the dress Dayong chose is the most suitable for Pan Dongdong, and it is also her favorite one. From this, we can see that he has a good eye for choosing clothes.
But what made Pan Dongdong extremely embarrassed and angry was that in addition to a pair of blue crystal high heels hooked in Dayong's right hand, he also carried a small scarlet bra and black underwear embroidered with a rose.
These two things are what women are most fond of. After being held in Dayong's hands like this, Pan Dongdong would be surprised if he didn't worry.
Just as Pan Dongdong stared at Dayong in shame, Min Rou spoke again: "I asked him to get you clothes, and you agreed just now."
Pan Dongdong slowly loosened his clenched fists, turned around and nodded with a forced smile: "Yes, yes, I, I forgot."
"Well, I don't know what you are thinking about anymore."
Min Rou gave a faint hum and said, "Okay, you'd better put on your clothes and see if there's anything inappropriate."
Dayong put his clothes on the sofa and took two steps back.
"Okay, okay." Pan Dongdong pursed his lips, bent down to pick up the black dress, and asked Dayong standing next to him: "You, why haven't you gone out yet?"
Dayong didn't say anything, and Min Rou said for him: "They will be here to watch you change clothes."
"What!?"
Pan Dongdong suddenly turned around, glared at Min Rou, and said tremblingly: "You, you let them watch me change, change clothes!?"
"Why, what's wrong with this?"
Min Rou lowered her head and admired her slender fingers, and said calmly: "You can have sex with other men in the wild, and what's the inconvenience of keeping the people of the Yan family changing clothes here? Dongdong, you must not tell
I say, you have to worry about a woman's face. In fact, you should understand that from that day on, there is no face to speak of. You are just a cousin who may die at any time."
Min Rou said the most vicious words in the world, but her tone was extremely gentle: "Brothers Dayong and Xiaoyong have been regarded as absolute confidants by Master Yan Qi for so many years. Depending on their capital, what do they want?
It doesn’t seem to be that difficult for a woman to be a woman, so what’s wrong with keeping my face and watching a cousin change her clothes on the spot?”
Pan Dongdong was shaking with anger and his face was pale: "Min Rou, you, you..."
When Min Rou raised her head, her eyes were full of indifference: "I know you are embarrassed to watch them change clothes because of embarrassment, but it doesn't matter... Dayong, Xiaoyong, you change clothes for Sister Dong, remember the movements
Be gentle."
"Yes!" Xiaoyong smiled arrogantly, and walked up to Pan Dongdong with Dayong.
"What are you going to do? Let me go!"
During Pan Dongdong's desperate struggle, the two brothers grabbed her left and right hands, grabbed her clothes and pulled hard - Pan Dongdong's black cheongsam was torn in half, exposing her white jade-like body, and then the two
People were stunned for a moment: under Sister Dong’s black cheongsam, there was actually a vacuum, with the snow-white peaks of two red cherries on top, and the mysterious triangle of lush grass, so unreservedly exposed to the eyes of the two brothers.