He was reborn by my scumbag villain

Chapter 18 I'm Not an Elf, I'm a Little Devil

As one of the most chaotic bars in Xiacheng, Nightlight occupies a very good location.

An independent small building with three floors, a commercial block where every inch of land is expensive, an inconspicuous gray area, a paradise for devils at night, and a paradise for petty bourgeoisie during the day.

As the agent of Ye Shi, Lu Xingyun's favorite thing to do is to pretend to be aggressive, making the glass greenhouse on the roof extremely exquisite.

He leaned on the recliner, folded his hands in front of him, and squinted at the man opposite the stone table, "Guess who's here?"

A special wooden frame was set up in the greenhouse, and the pale yellow Qilixiang climbed up, entangled with the rose vines, allowing only fine light and shadow to pass through.

Mottled all over the room.

Qin Xieyi put the teacup on the table, looked up, and saw the little girl who opened the door and appeared on the roof.

White clothes, black trousers and small white shoes, red lips and white teeth.

When walking through the sun, it looks like a plump and warm elf.

laugh.

That's what it looks like.

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Yuan Ruan froze for a moment.

Yese's boss is surnamed Lu, not Qin.

But she actually saw Qin Xieyi here.

She was hesitating, until another man got up from the recliner and waved to her, and then he was relieved.

She approached in two or three steps, and the fragrance of pollen in the greenhouse made people intoxicated. When she opened her mouth, Boss Lu got stuck in her throat——

"Ah-choo!—Excuse me!"

"Yuan Ruan?" Lu Xingyun waved his hand to express his indifference, looked Yuan Ruan up and down, his eyes stopped for a moment on Mr. Bodyguard behind Yuan Ruan, and retracted without a trace, but there was a hint of teasing in his eyes, "I have long admired your name, Come, please take a seat. I am the boss of Ye Shi, Lu Xingyun."

Long-awaited name.

The word is used magically.

Yuan Ruan glanced at Lu Xingyun and Qin Xieyi, the two were probably talking about something.

She probably came at the wrong time.

With a dry laugh, he was about to leave a contact information with Lu Xingyun to get in touch when he was free, when Qin Xieyi raised his hand and poured a cup of black tea for her like flowing water.

And took out a handkerchief to wipe the stool for her.

Yuan Ruan:·····

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Lu Xingyun turned his eyes back and forth between the two of them, and suddenly realized, "It turns out that President Qin hasn't caught up with the beautiful woman yet."

Suddenly, Yuan Ruan remembered the business marriage between her and Qin Xieyi.

"Working hard." Qin Xieyi said casually.

Yuan Ruan immediately sat down on the stool, as well-behaved as a little daughter-in-law.

I don't know why, there is a distance between the two, but those four words seem to be passing by her ears, so she has no doubt that if she hesitates for two seconds, the little positive impression she just made will be imprinted immediately Negative score.

"I don't know what's wrong with Miss Yuan coming to see me?"

Yuan Ruan nodded to Qin Xieyi as a greeting, then immediately turned to Lu Xingyun and expressed his appeal: "I—"

Stuck.

Forget about strangers, let her recount the scandal that day in front of Qin Xieyi, it's a bit hard to tell.

Although Qin Xieyi saved himself, he definitely knew what happened that day.

But it's one thing to know, and quite another to tell the truth.

Yuan Ruan took a deep breath, "I——I hope the boss can provide a video of the early morning of September [-]th. Well, that thing is a bit important to me."

"September [-]th." Lu Xingyun rubbed his chin, "Well, let me think about it."

He leaned back in the chair and looked at the two people who looked at him.

Yuan Ruan looked at himself, his eyes were a little nervous and apprehensive, his face was calm, but the tips of his ears were completely red.

interesting.

Qin Xieyi lowered his eyes slightly, and his eyes fell on the teacup in front of Yuan Ruan's table.

The black tea water is clear, the white porcelain in the teacup is fine and delicate, and the tiny hot air floats up, dissipating in the air within less than two inches.

Fun and interesting.

The smile on Lu Xingyun's face deepened, he slapped his hands, and straightened up, "I remember, the number seven, right?"

"Yes."

He looked regretful, and spread his hands: "Although I really want to help Miss Yuan, it's a pity. No way."

(End of this chapter)