After wearing the book, I became the villain’s little fan girl

The little girl took out a lollipop from her satchel. It had the same strawberry flavor and was packaged in pink.

Tear it open and put it in your mouth.

The sweetness pervades and immediately satisfies.

She stepped up and walked into the building, and when she passed the trash can at the door, she threw the candy wrapper into it.

Protecting the environment is everyone's responsibility!

Then, he deliberately glanced to the side.

The security guard standing at the door was tall, with stern eyebrows and a numb face. Put your hands behind your back and look forward.

Even when he saw Jiang Yao, he didn't move and glance around.

Like a sculpture.

Jiang Yao nodded secretly, very good.

Even the quality of the security guards at the gate is so high, it should be pretty good.

She continued walking in.

The scorching sun was half-hanging, and the scattered light shone on the large metal characters at the door, reflecting a dazzling light.

Eagle special guard.

The most expensive bodyguard company in Jiangcheng.

Jiang Yao had never hired a bodyguard in her previous life, and she didn't know much about it, and she didn't dare to take Uncle Lin with her. This company still asked Du Niang and shopped around to choose.

Anyway, expensive is over!

Miss Jiang is not short of money!

Enter the lobby and take the elevator to the second floor.

Jiang Yao looked around with a lollipop in his mouth as he walked, and couldn't help but wonder.

What about the front desk? !

The little girl approached hesitantly, and faintly heard the sound of breathing from behind the counter.

Jiang Yao was a little curious.

She lay on the counter, tried to stand on tiptoe, and looked inward, her beautiful deer eyes were full of shock.

Good guy!

Dozed off!

I saw a boy in gray sportswear sitting crookedly in the swivel chair, with one leg slightly bent on the ground, and the other leg resting on the swivel chair beside him. His hands were neatly folded on his stomach, and an unknown weekly magazine was covered on his face.

Can't see the face, but the visual inspection is very high.

Jiang Yao put down her tiptoes, her little nose wrinkled, and a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes.

Hasty.

This front desk is too unprofessional.

"Excuse me, I just went to the bathroom, is there anything Miss can do for Eagle?"

Just when Jiang Yao was about to turn around and leave, a sweet and apologetic voice came from the side.

She turned and looked.

It was a young lady in a black professional dress.

The young lady folded her hands on her stomach, with an apology on her face, and asked patiently and gently again: "What do you need, Miss?"

Jiang Yao came to his senses, and suddenly realized: "You are the lady at the front desk? I said it's weird."

She pointed behind the counter: "Then what is that?"

"What?"

The young lady at the front desk was also a little puzzled. She walked in a few steps to wait and see, and her face suddenly changed.

"Master...Master?"

"What?"

Jiang Yao was a little confused.

The lady at the front desk lowered her voice: "This is the son of our boss, he may have come to look for the boss again and was turned away."

Now Jiang Yao nodded knowingly.

The lady at the front desk continued to lower her voice, and pointed to the side: "Can we go over there and talk?"

Seeing that the little girl was puzzled, she explained: "Our young master...uh, I'm a little angry when I wake up."

It's just a bad temper.

Jiang Yao expressed her understanding, this is a common problem of many rich second generations.

Glancing in the direction of the counter, she said, "I don't think it's necessary, he's awake."

Pointing to the counter.

The lady at the front desk turned her head.

The boy who was half lying crookedly had already sat up at this moment, and threw the weekly magazine that had covered his face on the counter casually, making a slight muffled sound.

Jiang Yao saw his appearance clearly.

The boy is about seventeen or eighteen years old, with good facial features, fair skin, a punk earring on his left ear, and messy hair that looks chic.

It's a handsome style that attracts girls.

At this moment, it was probably because he had just woken up, and his long and narrow eyes were half raised.

Cheng Yuchuan reached out and scratched his hair twice, and yawned: "Is there a visitor?"