The bad girl wears the skirt quickly: the male protagonist is the servant

"You are just a hypocrite. You are not even worthy of carrying our shoes."

"For people like you, even climbing into bed is considered dirty."

"How stupid..."

She was simple and kind, and she repaid evil with kindness, but in return she received more deception and teasing.

If she embraces the world and cannot smell the fragrance of flowers, she will tear off the mask of hypocrisy with her own hands.

Time has passed, and now it's time to change the way the game is played.

Under the bright lights, people gathered and promoted enthusiastically.

Shen Qingxu outside the window seemed out of place with the others. He was tall and slender, with cold eyes and eyebrows, sitting quietly by the pond watching the koi.

A few years ago, he had the same attitude, as calm as the bright moon in the sky, watching her coldly as she was pushed into the pool.

The splashing water splashed all over Luo Fanxing.

Shen Qingxu said with concern, "Fanxing, go change your clothes quickly. It's getting cold. Be careful not to catch a cold."

The water in the pool was above her head, and she almost lost her life, but it was not as valuable as a piece of Luo Fanxing's clothing.

Mu Qingqing walked over in high heels. Her face became even more charming and attractive. Just a glance at her was enough to make her look alluring.

With bony fingers he twisted a small spoon and sprinkled bait into the pond.

The soft light slanting down from the horizon sprinkled all over Shen Qingxu, making his clear and simple face look even cooler.

"Senior Shen, what a coincidence, I didn't expect you to be here too."

"Ah."

He hummed lightly, not recognizing her. He glanced at her coldly, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

She approached the man calmly and said, "Senior Shen, Xingxing asked me to go get something from you."

There was a smile at the corners of her eyes, making it impossible to refuse.

Shen Qingxu nodded, stood up and followed her.

The man looked cold, but he was extremely concerned about Luo Fanxing's affairs.

Mu Qingqing seemed to be having trouble walking in high heels, and she was about to fall while walking. Shen Qingxu subconsciously reached out to help her.

She leaned against him, her whole body delicately and softly leaning against him, like a ball of cotton.

Shen Qingxu froze in place. He straightened Mu Qingqing and took two steps back, trying to keep a distance from her. However, someone grabbed his wrist and pushed him to the corner of the corridor.

Shen Qingxu wanted to push her away, but seeing that she was wearing a strapless dress, he didn't know where to start. He could only straighten his body and maintain his calm on the surface.

"you……"

He has a cool and elegant temperament, and treats people with aloofness and politeness. Due to years of exercise, his figure is tall but not weak.

Now he was cornered by a woman and could not resist. In front of him was the brightly lit living room. If they were not careful, someone would notice their ambiguous posture.

How dare she!

"Don't talk, or your childhood sweetheart will see it, that's not good."

She said teasing words with a smile as beautiful as a flower, but Shen Qingxu actually endured it with patience.

"What do you want to do?"

Mu Qingqing chuckled and said nothing. She knew that if a man didn't push you away the first time, he would never push you away again.

She untied his tie with her fingers, gave him a seductive look, leaned in close and kissed him on the cheek.

Shen Qingxu couldn't help but see his pupils dilate and his ears turn red.

Her fingertips lightly rubbed the lip marks, smudged the lipstick, and she said in a melodious tone: "Send a love letter."

Her eyes are curved upwards, which makes her extremely charming. Her skin is white and her lips are red. Her smile seems to be able to capture anyone's heart.

"absurd!"

He turned his head away, not looking at her. The trembling in his voice was in stark contrast to the calmness on his face.

Mu Qingqing deliberately pushed his thin waist, thinking to herself: What a hypocrite. If she was disgusted, she didn't believe that a grown man could not break free from her, a girl.

"Axu."

A woman's voice came from the front. It seemed that Luo Fanxing didn't see Shen Qingxu and came here to look for him.

She touched the back of his hand, with a sly look in her beautiful eyes: "Remember to give me an answer~"

The woman curled her lips and walked away gracefully in her high heels. Her every frown and smile touched Shen Qingxu's heart, passionate and bright.

The slender waist and graceful figure are extremely eye-catching.

Luo Linzhou, who was pulled here by his sister, saw this scene when he arrived.

Luo Linzhou narrowed his eyes slightly and followed Mu Qingqing as she walked away.

Luo Linzhou stood condescendingly, looking at the slightly embarrassed Shen Qingxu.

His entire body was pure white, except for the torn collar that revealed a faint tooth mark on his collarbone, which added a bit of worldly air to his aloof face.

The way he looks now is closely related to that woman.

I’m afraid my little sister won’t get what she wants.

"Ah Xu, why are you here? I'm about to cut the cake~ Come over quickly!"

Today is her birthday, and she wants to make a wish to be with Shen Qingxu.

Shen Qingxu straightened his clothes and nodded softly.

Immersed in her own joy, Luo Fanxing did not notice his unusualness and enthusiastically introduced the origin of the cake.

"This is made with cream that my brother specially airlifted from France..."

Luo Fanxing was the little princess who was the center of everyone's attention. She was surrounded by people and walked to the platform.

The incredibly beautiful woman with red lips and black hair was hiding in the crowd, holding a glass of red wine, and scrutinizing the little princess' happiness wantonly.

Luo Fanxing, who has such a perfect life, still likes to seize the lives of others. She wants to know what it looks like when the little prince who is the focus of everyone's attention falls into the dust.

The banquet was halfway through and the atmosphere was getting tense, but Luo Fanxing said she wanted to change clothes and went to the inner hall with a few friends.

Mu Qingqing knew that the carnival had just begun.

The little princess changed her clothes and returned to the party called birthday with a gentle smile, followed by a dozen young and beautiful girls.

They wore gorgeous retro long dresses and delicate doll makeup. They looked like a dozen twins, extremely similar from appearance to face.

They performed an extremely difficult aerial dance.

The beauties and the fine wine brought this carnival to its climax.

Beneath their gorgeous clothes are bodies covered with scars. They have lay on the operating table like suffocated fish countless times, fighting for their lives.

She followed Luo Fanxing into the inner hall.

Luo Fanxing was slapping a girl of the same age, pouring scalding tea on the girl's face. Seeing the girl crying in pain, a look of joy appeared on Luo Fanxing's pretty face.

"My face, ah, my face!" the girl screamed, covering her face.

"What are you afraid of? Your ugly face is ruined, so let it be. I will hire the best doctor to replace it with a beautiful face like theirs."

Mu Qingqing, who was fiddling with her phone, let out a smirk, which was keenly caught by Luo Fanxing's little follower: "Who are you? What are you laughing at?"

The laughter caught Luo Fanxing's attention. She looked Mu Qingqing up and down and saw that she had a good temperament and was dressed very expensively. More importantly, she had a bright and charming face, which was completely different from the little bitch under her.

Luo Fanxing's complexion improved a lot, and her tone became gentler: "Who invited you here?"

Mu Qingqing did not answer her directly, but reached out and lifted the chin of the girl on the ground:

"You made this kind of stuff yourself? When did the little princess become so cheap?"

He let go with a lack of interest.

"We Fanxing are asking you a question!" the little follower confronted him fiercely.

Luo Fanxing was not angry, but felt that he looked familiar. He suddenly walked over and pushed the little follower aside: "You think you can call me Fanxing?"

The little princess has a clear sense of hierarchy and she hates the poor and cunning people who want to get to the top just by relying on their looks.

The person in front of her had the same extravagant aura as her, and they were on the same path.