Chapter 138 Pushing Into the Water
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With such a figure, paired with a delicate face, coupled with a white swimsuit that looks pure and innocent, the whole person exudes a natural temptation.
From the moment she appeared, many male colleagues at the scene could not help but shift their eyes from Qiao Muer to Su Qianfei.
Although Secretary Qiao was beautiful, she was so glamorous and domineering that people only dared to look at her from afar but did not dare to approach her.
But Su Qianfei was different. She looked soft and intimate in a white swimsuit, and she didn't have Qiao Muer's majesty in her usual work and life.
Her confusion and cuteness, on the contrary, make men feel safe and more willing to approach.
In this way, as soon as Su Qianfei appeared, she gained the attention of all the men in the audience.
She was sitting by the pool, dipping her feet into the pool to play in the water, and immediately there were drinks, drinks, snacks, and grilled items brought by her attentive male colleagues.
Not only the male colleagues from the imperial court, but also from Zheng Rong's side, there were many people who offered their courtesies to curry favor with the beauties.
Su Qianfei was enjoying being served by others, her eyes seemed to glance over Qiao Muer inadvertently, hoping to catch her jealous eyes.
Unfortunately, Qiao Muer didn't even look at Su Qianfei the whole time.
She has been sitting by the grill all the time, serving everyone with Meng Fang, burying her head in grilling.
‘Hmph, it’s just that I pretended to be busy because I didn’t get the support of others. ’ Su Qianfei thought bitterly in her heart.
Then it was a pity that Yue Zheng didn't show up for such a good opportunity tonight.
Less... If only he hadn't left.
...
"It's almost time, Assistant Meng, I'm leaving first." Qiao Muer sat by the pool and baked something for a while, feeling that it was almost time for her arrival, she stood up and said goodbye.
She really has 'swimming pool' syndrome.
Every time she saw the sparkling water in the swimming pool, she felt scared for a while.
Meng Fang saw that Qiao Muer's delicate face was slightly pale, and guessed that she might have thought about the bad things in the past, so he nodded: "Well, I will take care of you here, Secretary Qiao, go back and rest. Go to bed early... ..."
Qiao Muer nodded in thanks.
She had just walked around the barbecue box and walked cautiously to the pool when someone grabbed her arm from behind.
"Secretary Qiao, we are all in the water, why don't you come too..."
Unexpectedly, it was Su Qianfei who held her back.
At this moment, Su Qianfei just got up from the swimming pool, and her white swimsuit looked very tight and transparent after being wet.
Under the light, Qiao Muer could even see the flesh color inside her.
And Su Qianfei seemed to be unconscious, even grabbed Qiao Mu'er hard to prevent her from leaving, and wanted to drag her into the water.
Of course, Su Qianfei didn't want Qiao Muer to steal her limelight, she just wanted Qiao Muer to make a fool of herself.
Before Su Qianfei came, she deliberately used waterproof cosmetics to paint her makeup. Even if her face was wet, it would not be stained.
And she had observed Qiao Muer specially just now, Qiao Muer had been smoking in front of the barbecue for so long, she was looking forward to Qiao Muer's make-up wear off.
But Su Qianfei didn't know that Qiao Muer actually applied basic BB cream, slightly outlined her eyebrows, and put on bean paste-colored lipstick, and nothing else.
So, Su Qianfei waited for a long time, but she didn't see what she was expecting, Qiao Muer's makeup wasted.
With such a good opportunity, how could Qiao Muer not be embarrassed!
So, taking advantage of the fact that everyone drank and had a good time today, Su Qianfei simply dragged Qiao Mu'er into the water by getting drunk.
Su Qianfei had already thought about it, when the time came, she would push Qiao Muer down the swimming pool and push Qiao Muer's head into the water.
Let her hair fall out and her makeup fall out.
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