Xiang Yutian got up and walked into the bathroom. After washing up, he took out his trousers and shirt from the wardrobe that occupied half of the wall and put them on, as black as ever.
"Is it someone on your path again? Is there any danger?" Jiang Weiwei continued to ask, very casually.
"Offending me is your only danger."
Xiang Yutian buttoned up his cufflinks and stood behind her arrogantly.
His lean figure appeared in the makeup mirror. His eyes were deep and cold, meeting her gaze in the mirror.
"Haha, how dare I offend Mr. Xiang." Jiang Weiyi covered up the false smile on his lips by applying lip gloss.
"Um."
Xiang Yutian touched her heart like a puppy, walked to the sofa and sat down, "Come here and change my shoes."
The commanding tone is extremely natural.
It was as if she was born to serve him.
The disgust in Jiang Weiwei's eyes flashed away, he put down the makeup he was about to apply, stood up and walked towards the wall.
Pressing the switch on the wall, the originally huge wardrobe opened to both sides, revealing a shoe cabinet on one wall inside.
Turning on the light in the shoe cabinet, Jiang Weiwei picked out a pair of handmade crocodile leather shoes. They were black, narrow-pointed, extremely shiny, and self-evidently luxurious.
Xiang Yutian crossed his legs and sat there lazily, holding an American gun magazine in his hand.
"How do you like these shoes?" Jiang Weiwei squatted at his feet and asked.
Xiang Yutian glanced at it and uttered a single syllable from his throat, "Yeah."
No objection.
His slender legs were still crossed, dangling in front of her eyes.
He has the dignity of a young master.
Jiang Weiyi resignedly put on leather shoes for him, like a humble servant.
As soon as she changed, her chin was touched by the toe of a clean shoe. Xiang Yutian held the magazine in his hand and looked down at her face from above.
"What's wrong? Mr. Xiang?"
My chin felt a little uncomfortable being pressed against the toe of his shoe.
Faced with this humiliating action, she did not turn cold and still looked up at him with a faint smile.
She will rely on him to get out of Xiang's house today.
Xiang Yutian looked at her face left and right, up and down, and finally said, "I changed the lip gloss, it doesn't look good."
"knew."
"Smile."
"Okay, Mr. Xiang." Jiang Weiwei raised his head and smiled at him, his eyes were crooked, but his hands were secretly clenched into fists, extremely angry.
"Well, go put on your makeup."
Only then did Xiang Yutian let her go and lowered his head to read his magazine again.
"..."
abnormal.
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Before departure, Jiang Weiwei, who put on light makeup, held Xiang Yutian's arm and walked to the lobby.
Lone Ying and all his subordinates gathered in the hall, and they all assembled the pistols in their hands neatly.
Jiang Weiwei took a calm look and knew secretly that the German-made pistol was a new model. Although it was just a pistol, its range was not short.
"Set off!"
Inserting the pistol into his waist, Lone Ying gave a sharp shout and shook his exaggeratedly short silver-white hair. It was his new haircut, said to match his name.
"yes."
All his men trotted out of the hall in neat steps and stood next to a row of sports cars.
Every time Xiang Yutian goes out, he looks like a president, which is breathtaking.
In Jiang Weiyi's eyes, there was only two words: fear of death.
"Master Xiang, first sister, please get in the car!" Gu Ying opened the door for them.
Jiang Weiwei followed Xiang Yutian into the car, with his legs resting on his lap as usual, and looked out the window...