Reborn National Male God: Zhan Shao, fancy flirting

Chapter 62 The Mysterious Red Lady

"Xiaoxi, is there anything you can do?" Looking at Jiang Chenxi who took a photo of his invitation letter, especially the look in his eyes at the moment, it seemed that he had already made up his mind.

Jiang Chenxi picked up the phone and shook it lightly, then said with a smile, "At eight o'clock tomorrow night, remember to attend on time, we will see you soon!"

Looking at Jiang Chenxi's disappearing back, Huo Zhi froze in place, curious, what gift does Jiang Chenxi want to prepare?
The next day, all the students were looking forward to the birthday party at night, but at this time, Jiang Chenxi seemed to be from two worlds with them, still buried in his studies.

After school in the evening, all the students went home, put on the most beautiful dresses, took the special car of Luo Yiqing's family, and rushed to the most luxurious hotel in Qingcheng.

At this time, Jiang Chenxi was staring at the luxurious Supreme Hotel opposite, opened the door, a pair of slender white legs landed on the ground, and she stepped on a pair of black stiletto heels, her skin was extraordinarily fair with the red dress skirt on her body.

It looks like a bewitching and charming red rose, especially the lace mask on her face, although it covers her delicate outline, her pair of phoenix eyes are enough to seduce the soul.

Even without showing her entire face, she is a peerless beauty who is enough to make countless people fall in love with her.

When crossing the road, countless pedestrians and vehicles pay attention to it.

But that mysterious beauty in the red dress, no one knew her identity and origin.

I saw her walking slowly towards the Supreme Hotel, holding an invitation letter in her hand, but on the invitation letter, there were three words, Jiang Chenxi.

As the figure in the swaying red dress walked to the door, the guard guard was instantly suffocated by the fascination.

Especially when she lightly held up the exclusive invitation letter for the Luo family's birthday party, the guard didn't even look away from her, but just glanced at the name on it, Jiang Chenxi.

After a while, the doorman wiped the saliva from the corners of his lips, and made a gentlemanly gesture of invitation, "Miss Jiang, I will take you to the open-air venue for Miss Luo's birthday party on the top floor."

The woman in front of her had long, wavy hair lightly, with a decent smile, stepping on high heels and following her alluringly into the VIP elevator.

But at this moment, Zhan Yunting, who slowly walked in from the door, tightly screwed his deep eyes, and Leng Qing behind him responded respectfully to the person on the phone, "Return to Marshal, the young master just entered the hotel, go upstairs immediately."

After the person on the other end of the phone hung up, Leng Qing breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly caught up with her father who had been keeping a cold face and said earnestly, "Master, when I see the marshal later, you must control your emotions."

"As long as it's the marshal, please nod for the time being. Don't offend the marshal. Seeing that the five-year deadline is approaching, don't..."

Just when Leng Qing hadn't finished urging, the figure in front of her suddenly stopped and cast a huge white eye, "Just say one more thing, believe it or not, I'll go back to the army right away?"

"Shut up now, my subordinate. The marshal is still waiting upstairs. If the master leaves, Leng Qing will be completely cold."

Raising his hand to wipe the cold sweat off his forehead, Leng Qing also collapsed, a marshal and his own master, he dare not offend either of these two people.

Zhan Yunting glanced at Leng Qing, then walked towards the VIP elevator.

Just as he was about to step in, the elevator door closed tightly, and he narrowed his black eyes slightly, just in time to catch a glimpse of a gorgeous red figure in the elevator.

His falcon-like black eyes narrowed, and as the elevator door slowly closed, his gaze fell on the mysterious red girl wearing a lace mask.

PS: There are no recommendation tickets, no comments or anything, Taozi can't help but want to give up!woo woo woo...

Writing is too difficult, why is it so difficult!Especially salted fish authors who don't have the support of readers, have no motivation, hey!

Crying and begging for recommendation tickets, leaving messages, and a lot of support for Taozi!

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