Rich Daddy, Don't Be Arrogant

0Hsu Qiaoqiao took out her phone and immediately called Jiang Ying, but there was a voice on the phone that could not be answered.     2

    

Yesterday, she had even memorized the clear number and called it but it still could not be answered!    

    

"What the hell is going on?"    

    

Hsu Qiaoqiao was completely unaware of what was going on and she did not know why they locked her up!    

    

She was very hungry and ran to the kitchen. She only found two packets of instant noodles and cooked them to eat. Then, she returned to her room, took out makeup from her bag, and began to put on her own makeup.    

    

When she was in her teens, she was very proud of herself. She had learned how to put on makeup from Qiao Tianyu.    

    

Not only did she know how to put on makeup normally, but she also knew how to disguise herself with different optical sensor effects of cosmetics.    

    

Now, Hsu Qiaoqiao's face was too beautiful and the characteristics of the East were too obvious. She would definitely be very eye-catching among the people with western faces.    

    

She painted her skin a light honey color, deepened her eyes, highlighted her cheekbones, and stretched the lines of her face. Finally, she braided her long hair into a small braid, making herself look like a little girl.    

    

With such a crossdress, the Hsu Qiaoqiao in the mirror had completely changed. Perhaps even Qiao Yi would not be able to recognize that this was her daughter.    

    

Hsu Qiaoqiao then looked at her own white T-shirt and blue jeans.    

    

She took out her usual brush and drew an ugly and handsome cat on her white T-shirt.    

    

The perfect pair of jeans also made her cut at a right angle on the two legs of the jeans.    

    

The torn fabric drooped down. Hsu Qiaoqiao deliberately pulled out a lot of threads and let them fall casually.    

    

Hsu Qiaoqiao was very satisfied. She carried her bag on her back and flipped out the window on the first floor, falling directly onto the street outside.    

    

The window was more than two meters away from the ground. Hsu Qiaoqiao felt that she was fine. She almost sprained her ankle and knelt on the ground.    

    

"Damn, I'm so embarrassed!"    

    

She muttered and quickly got up from the ground. Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice came from the front and spoke in English, "Hey, what did you steal from inside? I want to call the police to arrest you!"    

    

Hsu Qiaoqiao looked up and saw a seventeen or eighteen year old boy riding a bicycle and looking at him.    

    

The boy had dark skin, curly hair and a pair of black and white eyes.    

    

Hsu Qiaoqiao clapped her hands and said in fluent English, "No, I'm not a thief. This is my brother's home. I just came here, and my brother was afraid that I would get lost, so he locked me up! My name is Qiao. Can I be friends with you?"    

    

Hsu Qiaoqiao took the initiative to extend her hand to the big boy.    

    

She did not know who this big boy was, but she was anxious to understand the situation around her, so she took the initiative to express her goodwill to the big boy.    

    

Hsu Qiaoqiao's hand was very beautiful, white and slender.    

    

The big boy looked at her and then at her delicate hands. His eyes were a little suspicious. He probably felt that a thief would not have such a pair of beautiful hands.    

    

Hsu Qiaoqiao smiled and said, "I am a painter. Look, I drew it myself!"    

    

She pointed at the big ugly cat on her T-shirt.    

    

That cat was a little ugly, but it was very arrogant and lively.    

    

The big boy looked at the big ugly cat and suddenly smiled. "This cat is a little cute!"    

    

Hsu Qiaoqiao smiled, "You have good eyes! May I know your name?"    

    

The big boy laughed and said, "My name is Miguel."    

    

He laughed, revealing his big white teeth.    

    

"That's great. Mi Gu, are you from here? Can you take me around here? It would be best if there is a place with delicious food. I can treat you to a meal!"    

    

MiGu's eyes flashed, and he agreed. He pointed to his bicycle. "Can you sit on it?"    

    

Hsu Qiaoqiao looked at the bicycle and saw that there was a very obvious "Made in China" imprinted on the back wheel. She could not help but smile and sat on it very easily.    

    

She patted the big boy's shoulder and smiled. "Drive, young man!"