I, the villainous female lead, wear many hats

Facing Wen Huaizhi's death eyes, Jiang Chacha was not afraid, she had long wanted to provoke the dog man in front of her.

Who told him to bully himself so badly before?

Her smile deepened, and anyone could see that she did it on purpose.

"How is it? Boss Wen, do you want to place an order?"

"For the sake of you being my former employer, I can give you another friendly price!"

Wen Huaizhi is different from the gentle and elegant in the past, his face is cold and cold.He stared at her quietly, with no expression on his face, as if he was looking at a cold dead thing.

He glanced at her, then looked away, and continued to look at the road.

Such a lofty appearance really makes people feel like they have punched cotton.

Provoking him failed, Jiang Chacha curled her lips, feeling bored.

Maybe for her, Wen Huaizhi's rank is still too high.

He is a pure pervert, to the point where he is invulnerable to all poisons.

Forget it, she should stop jumping around in front of his eyes for a small role like her.Don't be unable to retaliate at that time, and plant yourself in it.

Jiang Chacha's fiery so-called revenge plan was snuffed out by herself as soon as it sprouted.

Turning around, he saw Cheng Hao standing in front of him, looking at them with the eyes of an adulterer.

Ginger tea:...

Not really.

After getting into the car with him, Jiang Chacha couldn't help but looked out the window curiously.

Wen Huaizhi still surprised her, he was not angry at provoking him like this.

She felt that he would not be a person who had a hard time suppressing his emotions.

The car window casts a gray filter on the outside world. His slender figure stands alone by the side of the road, his eyes are sideways, and his jawline is strong and superior.

Jiang Chacha took a look, then turned her head.

It was also at this time that she suddenly had a strange atmosphere in the car.

Very quiet, you can hear a needle drop.

When Jiang Chacha turned her head to look at Cheng Hao.

The bridge of her nose suddenly hit his jaw.

He didn't know when he came behind her, with a single arm around her shoulders, her body seemed to be held in his arms.

He said coolly.

"Does it look good?"

His eyes were heavy, and he pursed his lips.

He seemed to be... asking Wen Huaizhi outside if he looked good?

What the hell is this?

She was just curious about Wen Huaizhi's expression.

Although her heart was full of complaints, Jiang Chacha still remembered that she was a social animal working for the capitalists, so she came here casually: "Of course it's the young master, you look good."

This answer did not seem to satisfy him.

He still frowned.

Knowing his general temperament, Jiang Chacha's rainbow fart was as if he didn't want money, "How can he compare to our young master! Our young master is a talented first-class pianist, he even has one of the young master's toes Can't compare!"

After countless beatings, Jiang Chacha's face is now as thick as a wall, and she doesn't blush when she says things against her will.

Seeing that the young man's face went from being gloomy at first to blushing slightly, and then gradually avoiding his eyes, he pursed his lower lip, then snorted coldly, and stopped looking at her.

His body retreated, and he sat by the window, looking out of the window anxiously.

Just as Jiang Chacha was thinking about how to spend the remaining hour or so.

He made a decision for her.

"Come with me for afternoon tea."

How could Jiang Chacha dare to refuse, she was relying on him for money now, her time was all his, so she had to obediently obey his arrangement.

When Jiang Chacha got out of the car and opened the door for him, another bodyguard had already opened an umbrella beside the car.

I saw him sitting inside, hesitated for a while, then took a mask and put it on his face.

His national popularity is quite high, so rashly appearing on the street will only cause unnecessary onlookers.

Someone has already reserved one of the most upscale coffee shops in this commercial street for them.

Jiang Chacha walked, but found that Cheng Hao, who got out of the car, seemed to be in a worse mood, and kept silent all the way.

She ignored him and continued to follow him.

As she walked, she realized that the figure in front of her suddenly stopped moving.

Looking up, he found that Cheng Hao had unknowingly stood at the door of the store, and he was silently looking inside through the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Jiang Chacha looked in, and found that the sunlight was penetrating through the floor-to-ceiling windows. There were many cats growing on the log floor inside the house. They were fluffy and their hair glistened under the light.

And he was engrossed, his brows slightly frowned.

Jiang Chacha had a bold guess in her heart, "Master, do you want to go in?"

He put his hand on the glass, ignored him, and continued to look at the cat inside. A British shorthair spotted the person, approached slowly, and rubbed its head against him through the glass.

Cheng Hao lowered his eyes.

Even if she wasn't very close, she could see that his usually gloomy eyes suddenly appeared a little bit of broken light.

Jiang Chacha understands.

"How about, young master, let's go into this cat cafe and have a look? You should also be able to drink afternoon tea there."

Cheng Hao's body stiffened, he was still standing sideways, he turned his eyes away, and hummed expressionlessly.

Jiang Chacha pushed open the door and led him in.

It's different for the young master to come to Cat Cafe. Seeing that there are no other customers here, so the young master directly reserves the place...

The young lady who came over to serve drinks was stunned.

After disinfecting his hands, he put on the shoe covers. After Jiang Chacha walked in, he was soon surrounded by several cats.

Then Cheng Hao, who was on the back heel, had a face that sank.

He had no expression on his face, and really wanted to turn around and leave.

Because he has never smelled such a bad smell...

And there are dozens of cats in one room.

Almost sent him away.

Cheng Hao clenched his fists, his pretty brows were wrinkled, impatient.

But the girl not far away let out a cry like "Wow" from time to time.

He couldn't help but be drawn to her.

She was squatting on the ground, carefully touching the head of a fat cat with her hands, and after touching it, she couldn't help but look back at him happily, her eyes were shining.

Only then did Cheng Hao's expression ease.

He wrinkled his delicate face, held his breath, walked over, stood at her feet and looked at her coldly.

At this time, a cat rolled in front of her, revealing its snow-white belly for her to touch.

Its claws also touched his shoes.

Facing this weird creature, Cheng Hao was so excited that the hairs on his body stood upside down. He clenched his fingers tightly, restraining the thought of throwing the fat cat out of the room.

His lips were about to be bitten off by him, his face was extremely black, and it seemed as if a fly could be caught between his brows.

Jiang Chacha was so excited, she tugged at his trouser legs, "Look, look! It's so cute!"

Cheng Hao: ...

He felt that he had never hesitated so much in his life.

But the hand holding his pants was still shaking, as if telling how happy she was now.

She wanted him to squat down and play together.

Cheng Hao gave her a cold look, wishing he could shake off her hand and leave directly.

It's annoying, he just doesn't do it.

Jiang Chacha touched the cat's belly, she was so happy that she wanted to roll on the spot, she turned her head to look at Cheng Hao, who also squatted down beside her, "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow, isn’t it cute?”

Cheng Hao:.

He turned his eyes away, "It's normal."

Jiang Chacha didn't believe it, she stretched out her hands, hugged the cat directly into her arms, and then did whatever she wanted with the poor kitten.

The cat was very obedient and even yawned comfortably.

Jiang Chacha touched its paw and waved at him, smiling until her eyes turned into crescent moons, "Isn't it cute?"

With the smell of a cat blowing towards his face, Cheng Hao really looked like a cat, like a cat whose whole body exploded in an unexpected situation. His pupils shrank, as if he was facing a formidable enemy, and his amber eyes stared at him without blinking. Looking at the cat's paw handed over in front of him.

His blood was flowing backwards.

He doesn't speak.

Knowing that he might not be interested in small animals, Jiang Chacha took the cat's paw back and continued to touch it. Her massage technique was excellent, and soon the kitten snored comfortably.

She seems to really like it.

That slender white finger scratched the cat's chin from time to time, and then scratched its hindquarters, which made him so jealous and glaring, he wished he could become this ugly fat cat now.

He also wanted to be touched by her.

He is so jealous.

"Is it really that cute?"

Not only Jiang Chacha was stunned, but Cheng Hao was also stunned. He never thought that such sour words would come from his own mouth.

He froze, then pursed his lips, and looked away again.

"It's ugly."

Although he was squatting, his hands wrapped around his knees unknowingly, which was a psychological defensive action.

That's what she seems to be.

Whenever she encounters novel things or people, she will like them undisguisedly, but as long as she gets tired of them, she will throw them away without hesitation.

Her likes come and go quickly.

And he was abandoned.

He frowned, staring blankly at the coquettish cat in her arms, with a hint of disgust in his eyes.

Looking at him, and then at the cat in her arms, Jiang Chacha had a strange illusion in her heart, why is he so like a cat that becomes angry and fights for favor after being left out?
So, she couldn't hold back, and reached out to rub his head.

After touching it, she stopped.

There are only two words in my heart: so soft!

His hair is of good quality, feels very comfortable, very rua.

Cheng Hao never thought that she would do such a thing, his body stiffened in an instant, and the blood flow seemed to stop.

He turned his face sideways, even though he took off his mask now, she still couldn't see his expression clearly, only knew that his eyes were downcast and his lips were tightly pressed.

He won't be angry, will he?
Jiang Chacha subconsciously said: "Ah, I'm sorry..."

It was really just a matter of time, that's all!She swears!It's definitely not because she thinks he's easy to touch!

Unexpectedly, Cheng Hao suddenly lowered his noble head to her, revealing a section of the back of his fair neck. His hair is of good quality, and the black hair shone with fine luster under the light.

His voice was cold and hard as if commanding.

He turned his eyes away again, "My head is easy to touch, I allow you to touch it again."

After finishing speaking, the base of her fair ears, which were covered a little by the black hair, gradually turned red.