[‼️ This is not an official translation, I only used MTL. ]
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Su Xici transmigrated into an ancient novel about the domineering president, and became the butler of the domineering male protagonist named Nangong Ran.
Nangong Ran is worth trillions, with a face like a sculpture, a stalwart figure, both parents died, childhood trauma, with evil charm and arrogance, narcissism and passion, has a white moonlight who goes abroad and an uncle who covets property, and has all kinds of poisons.
Su Xici: Fortunately, I have few roles.
As a semi-invisible tool man in the book, when the boss is around, he serves tea and water for the hero and heroine to clean up the room; ten minutes.
But in real life, the tyrant's chuunibyou master is very good at things, constantly challenging his tolerance limit.
Nangong Ran took off his clothes from the door of the room to the bathroom, but he couldn't bare the mess, so he picked them up one by one.
"I knew it, you like the smell of me."
Su Xici gave him the schedule he had worked so hard to arrange.
"Push it all, contact my private jet, book the Presidential Room at the Manliston Hotel, and accompany me to Europe to relax."
Su Xici had something to say.
"With my worth of 200,000 per second, I don't mind chatting with you for 18 million."
Nangong Ran laughed at three parts, was indifferent and careless, raised his chin, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "You said no, but your body is very honest."
Su Xici took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose: this crazy person can give up treatment?
"Don't make trouble, be good, wash up and wait for me on the bed before I go home."
Su Xici: ...
Wait, why is the script different?
Where is the heroine?
It is said that the Northern Warlord is temperamental and violent. The people who died in his hands were too many to count. In his previous life, An Chang Qing believed the rumors and feared him. Never daring to take a closer look at him. It was only until his death that he knew the man had given him all his tenderness.
Returning to their wedding night, An Chang Qing looked at the fearsome man and took the initiative to kiss him on the lips.
The man had his brows creased. He pinched his chin gently, "Do you not fear me?"
An Chang Qing hugged the man's neck and smiled sweetly, "I'm not afraid of you, I'm only afraid of pain."
And the man had never wanted him to feel any pain.
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