Don't follow the rules

"Mr. Xiao Xin, what are you..." Assistant Feng Fenghuohuo's entry was obviously hesitant.

Xin Cheng timidly said hello: "Xiaotang, they are all my friends, um... I really didn't eat fried chicken, don't tell my sister."

Assistant Tang sighed, turned around and nodded to Yingying and the others: "You are Mr. Xiao Xin's friends, right? I'm sorry, let me introduce myself. I am Mr. Xiao Xin's special life assistant - Tang Man, you can call me Xiao Tang. Mr. Xiao Xin’s friends are all VIPs. If you have any needs, you can tell me and I will be responsible for making arrangements for you. "

He strode forward and collected the chicken popcorn in front of Xin Cheng without any explanation: "Before boarding the ship, Mr. Xin specially told me that I must ensure Mr. Xin's healthy diet during this trip. I must abide by Mr. Xin's instructions. Make everyone laugh.”

Ning Yao gloated: "It seems that rich people can't do whatever they want~"

In front of Sister Xin's cronies, Xin Cheng didn't dare to protect his food at all. He could only let him clean up his desktop and explained to Ning Yao in a low voice: "The soup is also for my health, although sometimes it looks very ugly." On the contrary, Tiangang...eh? I seemed to have rhymed it just now."

Xiaotang didn't care about Xin Cheng's complaints and stretched out his hand towards him: "Take it out. The chicken nuggets are too dirty in your pocket. For such a big man, I don't mind burying them."

It seemed that Xin Cheng's little tricks did not escape Xiaotang's notice, so he could only take out the chicken nuggets from his pocket and hand them over honestly.

Yingying squirmed obscenely next to Assistant Tang, letting out a weird laugh of unknown meaning.

Assistant Tang responded with a polite smile on the surface, but secretly his hair stood on end.

"Little soup, right?" Yingying Fly rubbed his hands.

Assistant Tang blinked: "You said it."

Yingying patted him on the shoulder: "Xiao Xin and I are close friends of life and death."

Assistant Tang said very politely: "Of course, you are treated like a super VIP. If you need anything, just ask and I will definitely do it if I can."

Her whole body felt comfortable, and she was extremely satisfied with Assistant Tang's attitude. She nodded: "Not bad, not bad, I can teach you. If that's the case, then bring up the female celebrity makeup team you prepared."

"What?" Assistant Tang's brain processor couldn't process it for a while, and there was an obvious lag.

Yingying said: "Don't you have some high-society private show in the evening? Xin Cheng is attending the party as the face of your group. Don't you have some stylists accompanying you? I don't have high requirements. 'Celebrities' should belong to the comfort of your stylists." Circle it, right? Just give me a complete set of celebrity makeup."

Assistant Tang looked at his boss.

Xin Cheng: "...Do we have this thing?"

Assistant Tang: "Mr. Xin has it, but you don't."

Xin Cheng: "Can you temporarily transfer me here?"

Assistant Tang glanced at the clock in the store: "The ship has been sailing for a while. It's difficult to call people on board now..."

The two of them looked at Yingying in tacit understanding, and Yingying pounded the table in dissatisfaction: "If you don't have your own personal makeup team, then just hire the senior makeup artist on this ship! You still need me to teach you? I don't know how to adapt at all." "

Ning Yao reminded: "Sister Yingying, pay attention to your attitude in asking for help."

Yingying (loudly): "Please! Go quickly!"

Assistant Tang quickly took out his cell phone and started tapping. While making the call, he told Xin Cheng to go back to the room to change and prepare for the upcoming exhibition in the evening.

It wasn't until the assistant trotted away while talking on the phone that the man who was slapped on the ground by Yingying slowly got up.

Ning Yao raised her hand: "I'm going to see what the rich people's rooms look like and who else has signed up."

Number 1 signed up enthusiastically, raising her little hands high: "Me, me, me!"

Yingying was also eager to try it: "Is there a legendary 500-square-meter bed?"

An Han lost interest: "I want to go back to my room..."

Yingying punched him lightly: "No!" Ning Yao applauded: "Okay, unanimous vote passed! Xin Cheng, take us to your room to play~"

As Assistant Tang walked away, Xin Cheng returned to his usual cheerful mood: "Okay!"

An Han looked at the clock on the wall: "It's past four o'clock now. If your party includes dinner, you probably need to enter before seven o'clock. Xiaotang doesn't know when we can get the styling team and clothes. We don't have much." It’s time to do some celebrity makeup.”

Ning Yao turned around and urged: "Did you hear that? Come on, come on, get up and move. There's not much time left to play with the 500-square-meter bed. Let's run, run!"

An Han held his forehead: "That's not what I meant..."

But no one had the time to stop and listen to An Han's chatter. They packed up and paid the bill simply and quickly. In the blink of an eye, everyone was waving to him outside the store.

"An Han! Come quickly!"

An Han let out a long sigh: "Here he comes."

Ning Yao and his party hurried on their way, but before they had gone a few steps, they met Manyi, who was wandering around in a blood-stained nightgown.

"Doctor Man!" Ning Yao raised his hands and waved them, like a puppy eager to attract attention.

"Huh?" Manyi used her good hand to gently pick up her sunglasses, "You can bump into them while wandering around like this. It seems like a luxury cruise ship is not that big."

"Man...Doctor Man." Yingying said hello timidly, and quickly shrank behind the boys.

Xin Cheng watched them greetings eagerly, and curiously asked No. 1: "Who is this?"

Number 1: "Hannibal."

"Hey little guy" Manyi knocked on No. 1's head, "I'm listening."

An Han took a step forward, stood in the middle and introduced: "Let's get to know each other, this is the team doctor Man Yi who traveled with us, and this is our enemy on this voyage... Jin Thigh Xin Cheng. We are planning now Go and have a look at Xin Cheng’s room.”

Manyi raised her eyebrows: "A hateful rich man?"

Ning Yao and Manyi clasped their hands together in tacit understanding: "Heroes see the same thing."

Xin Cheng was not annoyed at all, and even laughed with the two of them with a good temper: "Hahaha, I really want my sister to meet you. Speaking of hateful, she is the real hateful one, but I haven't seen her being squeezed by anyone yet. Yes, I’m really looking forward to this kind of scene.”

No. 1 gently sniffed the blood stains on Manyi's nightgown: "What's wrong with your hand?"

Manyi did not explain, but deliberately stretched her sleeves in front of No. 1 and waved them: "Want to eat?"

Number 1 turned away his face in disgust: "I might be interested in cooking it a little."

Manyi: "You zombie is not authentic."

An Han pointed to the clock on the streetlight and reminded: "Everyone, pay attention to the time."

Xin Cheng took advantage of the situation and extended an invitation to Manyi: "By the way, are you interested in coming to our group activities in the evening?"

"What activities?" Manyi is very interested in activities that don't require overtime work.

"A small private exhibition that will display some collections of supernatural and metaphysical matters." Xin Cheng introduced.

"Go, of course." Manyi smiled.

Xin Cheng looked at Manyi's blood-stained nightgown: "If you don't mind, you can go to my room and change clothes."

Manyi: "Thank you, but the nightgown provided here is very comfortable and suits me very well."