Chapter 23 – Mischievous Queen Su!
The nanny van broke through the night and slowly drove into the underground garage.
Before Fang Xie could open the car door for her, Su Jishi had already picked up her skirt and stepped off the nanny van leisurely.
Beside him, Ashan was like an industrious bee, with five thick fingers holding a delicate fine perfume bottle that looked so tiny in his palm, spraying the scent all over Su Jishi’s hair.
For tonight’s date, Ashan chose the hottest “fairy dress” for Su Jishi. The silver-gray strapless dress outlines Su Jishi’s exquisite figure. The skirt is made up of several layers of light gauze, scattered softly, silver stars scattered between the skirts, and a pair of long straight legs looming.
Ashan painted her with light make-up, and her shoulder-length hair was slightly ironed with a curler to create a natural and sweet girlish image. Of course, provided that she didn’t speak or smile.
Finally, Ashan drew her lips again and told her, “Sister Su, I’ll put lipstick in your bag. Please remember to retouch it after dinner.” After saying this, he took the Hermè s handbag hanging on her shoulders, opened it and put lipstick inside—only to hear a muffled sound of metallic “dong”.
His big hand dug deeper and something that should not have been inside fell out of the bag!
Fang Xie: “…”
Su Jishi: “…”
Fang Xie: “Su, Su Jishi!.” He squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying. “Can you explain why there is a hammer in your bag?”
Su Jishi, oblivious to the guilt of being caught for doing wrong, said frankly: “Why else would he dare to bully my sister? Of course I will teach him a profound lesson.”
Fang Xie almost knelt down to the aunt: why didn’t he find out that su Jishi was a hidden brother-in-law? His hair was all blown up. “Sister Su! Mr. Mu is the gold owner of Su Jin after all! Even if you get angry again, you can’t smash the golden master’s head! ! ! ！”
Su Jishi’s eyes looked like waves and swept lightly: “Who said I was going to blow his head off?” With a smile on her lips, “I’m just going to hammer his turtle-”
Ashan exclaimed, “Good girls don’t swear!”
However, Su Jishi did not even tremble but instead, she firmly uttered the last syllable, “—Head.”
Fang Xie: “…”
Fang Xie: “……”
Fang Xie: “………”
For the sake of Mr. Mu’s lower body, Fang Xie confiscated the shiny geological hammer.
Wrapped in a star gauze skirt, the girl walked gracefully towards the restaurant.
Fang Xie hid in the stairwell, watching her retreating figure. Once she arrived safely inside did he only breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that his heart that had been hanging high for a long time was finally put down.
He clenched the heavy geological hammer and made up his mind to throw this mortal weapon into the moat in a moment!
Little did he know that he missed one thing…
Because of his relaxed spirit, he did not notice that there was something wrong with Su Jishi’s walking posture.
He also didn’t know that in order to avoid the teacher in charge of the class in confiscating their phones, current students all deliberately handed one and left another behind. This was a craft Su Jishi mastered since her High School.
Su Jishi proudly pulled down the skirt to cover the traces of the garter she diligently wore around her right thigh.
Bond girls on TV can hide their guns underneath their stockings.
Then Queen Su could also hide her hammer with a garter!
The author has something to say about the next chapter forecast
Mu Xiulun: “Why is there something hard between her legs that is pointing at me?”
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