C394 Superman Order

Jia Wanrou folded her arms in a superhuman gesture. Ye Yuni and Ann Qianxi could see that her biceps were bigger than her own head.

He suddenly thought of the two of them. Once, when he was sleeping with Jia Wanrou in the middle of the night, he accidentally touched her arm.

Ann Qianxi recklessly touched Jia Wanrou's biceps again. "Oh, it's been a few months since I touched you. You seem to have gained weight again."

With a whoosh, Jia Wanrou grabbed a cushion and hit Ann Qianxi. However, Ann Qianxi also quickly ran to the door and rushed upstairs.

Ye Yuni's and Zhu Zhu's hearty laughter burst from the room at the same time, as well as Jia Wanrou's insistence on asking Zhu Zhu and Ye Yuni if she really had such a fat question.

Whenever this happened, Ann Qianxi would feel genuinely happy. The liveliness between them seemed to have a barrier that prevented many unhappy people and events from happening. The joy of real existence made people forget many things that they had to face while trying to escape.

Ann Qianxi and the others went downstairs. For delicate girls like Ye Yuni and Zhu Zhu, it would take at least an hour for them to get out and put on makeup. For girls like Ann Qianxi, who paid attention to their image, it would take at least 20 minutes.

As soon as they heard that they were going to eat, the fastest one to go was Jia Wanrou. She jumped up and down from the sofa and went to look for Ye Yuni. "Let's go, sisters. We're leaving!"

Jia Wanrou intentionally pinched her throat and held onto the door with her hand, imitating the delicate figure of a spider spirit dressed in provincial clothing in the Silk Spinning Cave. However, no matter how carefully one looked at her movements when she held onto the door frame, it didn't have anything to do with her delicacy and elegance.

Ye Yuni mended her face while rolling her eyes. "No matter how anxious you are, it doesn't mean that you're going to wear it like this. We're going to accompany you to eat Aphrodisiac."

Jia Wanrou tenderly held on to her heart, anxious to eat. Yuni had already said so, so what could she do? She was like a sad guinea pig, shuffling back to her room to change.

Ye Yuni opened the car door and looked at her watch. When it came to arranging seats, no one wanted to sit in the back with Jia Wanrou because she took up a lot of space.

After that, she had to sit in the front row even though she had such a large area of land. Still, she stuffed Jia Wanrou into the front passenger seat of Ye Yuni's luxury car.

After Ann Qianxi and Zhu Zhu's success, they leisurely sat in the front seat, blowing on the breeze and listening to the beautiful music. They felt that once their sea of happiness was brought to the surface, they would feel the joy of having two oars in their hands.

When they arrived at the high class dining room, Jia Wanrou gracefully sat in a warm box next to the window. She used her index finger and thumb to flip through the menu page by page, feeling like she was flipping through Van Gogh's picture book.

Then Jia Wanrou said to the waiter in an extremely coquettish voice, "I'd like a plate of red-braised pork and lamb chops with chopped onions."

Then, frowning weakly, he added in a soft voice, "And, give me another cup of broth (which Zhu Zhu used to like), no sugar, I don't like sweets."

Waiter: "..."

Jia Wanrou ignored the embarrassed waiter and sat up straight (she sat up straight so that the fat on her belly didn't look too obvious), then shook the fat off her waist.

Although she was petite and elegant, with her fingers raised like orchids, looking as elegant as a low-cut Audrey Hepburn, her ponytail was neat, and her forehead shone brightly under the light.

Jia Wanrou's expression became intrigued, "Qianxi, there's something I don't know whether I should say or not." It felt like she was a heroine.

Ann Qianxi wanted to splash honey on her face.

"Miss Qianxi, may I have a word with you?"

Ann Qianxi waved her hand. "Aiya, Jia Wanrou, what kind of words are those? They came from the Qing Dynasty. Should I give you a blow to the head so you can teleport instantly and say you're Jia Wanrou Taixi? Do you want Eighth Lord or Yong Zheng?"

"Aiya, stop messing around, I'm telling you something important," Jia Wanrou said as she pulled Ann Qianxi's hand over. She leaned her body over an elbow's distance from the seat and said with a sly expression, "Zhu Zhu, you don't have to worry about that, do you?" He looked at Zhu Zhu.

"Aiya, what's there to say? Is there a secret between us? We all know that there's a mole on your navel. Hurry up and say it." Zhu Zhu said nonchalantly while she drank the water and flipped through the menu.

Jia Wanrou returned to her chair with a mysterious expression, "Let me tell you something shocking. Chi Shaojun didn't die, right?"

Ann Qianxi and Zhu Zhu raised their heads at the same time. Ann Qianxi could feel her expression flickering like the flames of a hurricane. She could even hear the sound of Zhu Zhu's stiff neck.

"Now that he's back at the company, he's going to have to fight for the position of chief executive." Jia's eyes were wide open, and he looked like a Mickey Mouse in an animated movie.

The car drove from the busy street to the bustling apartment. Millet's car was parked far away from the apartment's entrance. The sapphire blue car exuded an innate charm in the dark night sky — — about the glamour of money and glory.

Millet got down from his body, closed the car door and walked towards the apartment on the second floor. That apartment was really nice looking as it flashed in the light.

However, this kind of beauty wasn't something that anyone could see because it concealed a hidden charm, and that was the glory of money.

After all, it wasn't strange to be in and out of places like this after working with the CEO for so long. It was like writing a novel, where you get used to having more words every day than a certain number of words. When you get used to it, you want to slow down, but you're not used to it.

Millet walked into the corridor. The marble floor was cleaned to the point that it could reflect a person's shadow.

This degree of cleanliness was not only due to the high requirements the residential complex placed on cleaning aunties, but also due to the large artists' faces of the owners of the residential complex.

How could that be? Since he had spent so much money on the property, he must have wanted a good living environment. Furthermore, there were plenty of rich people, especially so-called artists.

Therefore, Millet wisely concluded that he could be a cleaning aunt in this district and ensure that he wouldn't be fired for three months.

This kind of cleaning auntie can also directly apply to be a special agent in the United States.