it clear that you ordered me, and you made it sound like I raped you."Fengxue angrily scolded: "you dead duck has no professional ethics and does not wear condoms to serve guests. You have killed me....thunderstorm brings Feng Qianxue to a private image design center called "rincessconsort" in the city center.

A dozen employees and three internationally renowned designers only serve Feng Qianxue as a clearing house here today.

Feng Qianxue was frightened by this situation and pulled the thunderstorm and said, "Don't be so exaggerated."

"Don't worry, I've arranged everything."

the thunderstorm helped Feng Qianxue to sit down in the inner hall, first treated her wound, re-bandaged her, and then asked the designer to design the shape for her.

Feng Qianxue had similar treatment before. Her father signed a professional stylist for her. Whenever there was a big party, Feng Qianxue would ask the designer to come home to dress her up.

the designer of this "rincessconsort" design center is very difficult to hire. She only gets one for her birthday every year, and she has to make an appointment six months in advance.

Today, Night Thunder booked the venue for her directly, and asked everyone to stay and serve her.

this is enough to show that Night Thunder is far more powerful than she imagined.

thinking of this, Feng Qianxue is even more uneasy. Such a man is not easy to mess with. Once he offends him, he will die.

time passes slowly in the fantasies of the wind and snow.

an hour has passed in the twinkling of an eye, and several stylists are still wearing makeup around the wind and snow, but she has fallen asleep leaning against the sofa.

several designers smiled at each other and thought the wind and snow were very cute.

"take it easy, Miss Feng has an injury to her neck and right shoulder." The thunderstorm whispered.

"Yes, I understand." Designers take it easy.

"Ah, Night Manager!" A stylist suddenly exclaimed.

the thunderstorm and the designers all turned around to watch.

Night Zhenting came in sometime, the straight black suit set off his slender and straight figure, his handsome and charming face was more exquisite in the light, and a pair of black eyes were more dazzling than the light!

at this time, he is quietly looking at the wind and snow in the mirror.

this woman is taking a nap at this time.

"good night!" Everyone bent down and bowed their heads.

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Night Thunder made a sign not to wake her.

everyone quickly quieted down, took it easy, and went on with their work.

Night Zhenting came over and sat on the single sofa next to him, with one elbow on the handrail and chin, gazing silently at the wind and snow.

it is strange that so many women have flocked to him over the years, but only this woman has inexplicably affected his mood.

when she treats him like a duck, he finds him amused and wants to continue playing with her;

when she forces him to receive a rich woman, he gets angry and wants to strangle her;

when she tries to cheat him out of money, he despises her;

he gets angry when he Wenzhe is bullied;

when he Wenzhe stabs her, he wants to kill her and kill him completely.

when he learned that she had been insulted by the Bai family, he had only one thought in his mind and returned it tenfold!

so he carefully arranged this game tonight.

"Meow ~"

suddenly came the sound of a cat, and the white puppet cat came out of the room slowly, awakening the sleeping wind and snow.

Feng Qianxue opened her eyes vaguely and asked sleepily, "is it dawn yet" The hairstylist next to

couldn't help giggling, then looked cowardly at the night thunder, bowed his head and dared not make a sound.

"Miss Feng, you slept for half an hour." Thunderstorm smiled and said, "the styling is almost ready."

"Oh!" Feng Qianxue remembered that she was styling in "Princess". She looked at herself in the mirror and could not help sighing, "is this me" It's so beautiful. Ah! "

she didn't finish her words when she suddenly saw the night thrill in the mirror and was startled.

he looked at her with a goblet in one hand and his chin dragged in the other, with no expression on his face but complicated things surging in his eyes.

she is really beautiful, not the kind of delicate beauty that is deliberately decorated, but a kind of pure natural beauty, just like an angel falling into the world.ed it to the car."Let go of me." The wind and snow struggled hurriedly."Doodle!"A sudden sound of a trumpet, followed by a harsh light, shone directly into the boy's eyes."**, what kind of dog dares t...