Borrowing the light of the Demon Boss, she had finally experienced this life for herself, and had been struggling in the abyss of suffering.

"Huala …"

A sound coming from outside the bathroom made Clove's heart clench. She remembered that she had forgotten to lock the door behind her, leaving a crack on the door leading to Yuan Zhanghua's room. Could it be that the Demon Boss had come to torture her again?

Fortunately, the bathroom door was locked from the inside. She felt relieved and quickly wiped off the water droplets on her body before putting on her pajamas and opening the bathroom door. She quietly peeked her head out and decided to lock the door immediately.

The room was empty. At the door, there was a pile of small and large bags. It was the sound made when the clothes were thrown on the ground.

"So stingy, why are those clothes you bought for your lover piled up in my room? I don't know, but my heart would be stuck if I were to see it? "

Clove muttered in dissatisfaction and walked out of the bathroom. She picked up the bags that were scattered all over the floor and put them in a corner.

"Lilac."

"Yes, boss."

With lightning speed, Clove changed back into her old clothes and rushed into Yuan Zhanghua's room.

"Boss."

Yuan Zhanghua's eyebrows arched up as he looked at the old clothes on Clove's body. He had just bought over ten sets of clothes for this woman, and had even sold her a bra and bra.

"Go and change into some decent clothes and come to a banquet with me."

Clove looked down at her clothes.

However, every word from the Demon Boss was an order, and she had to obey it without any conditions.

"Yes. Boss, can you exchange for the set that you just rewarded me with?"

"Dinner, what do you feel like wearing?"

Clove frowned. Where did she get the clothes that were suitable for a luxurious dinner party? Just now, Yuan Zhou had gifted her with a set of casual clothes, but she couldn't wear it to the dinner party.

"I think that purple dress is good."

"But can I wear that?"

Yuan Zhanghua looked up from the computer, looking at the little secret. Why can't I wear it?

"Boss, I'm afraid of getting dirty and breaking it."

"Nonsense."

"Yes, boss. I'll go and change my clothes now."

Clove went back to her room, locked the door, found the purple dress, changed into it, and opened the door. Inside of Yuan Zhanghua's room, Lian Feng had a cold expression on his face as if everyone owed him a million yuan. He didn't even glance at Clove.

"Secretary Ding, please."

Clove turned around and glanced at Yuan Zhonghua, but Yuan Zhanghua didn't raise his head. She didn't understand what Yuan Zhanghua and Lian Feng were up to, so she followed Lian Feng out. Since Lian Feng wanted to take her out in front of Yuan Zhonghua, she could only follow him.

There was a place in the hotel specially made for styling hair and makeup. Lian Feng threw the clove inside and said, "No matter how elegant or noble it is, how beautiful it is, you can do it."

Clove looked at Lian Feng who was quickly walking out of the door and was speechless. He threw her here just like that, so that someone else could deal with her?

Her hair was flowing down to her waist, her lilac black hair was shining with a dim lilac lilac lilac lilac light, just like a fine satin, smooth enough for her hair stylist to be unable to stop herself from praising her.

"Lady, you have hair like black waterfall, like clouds, like silk, it's too beautiful. Such perfect hair is rare. If you don't do it well, it will ruin your hair. "

The stylist held the lilac hair in both hands, carefully touching it as if it were a treasure.

"Just wait and see."

Clove didn't care much for hair. If it weren't for her enviable hair, Mokyu would always have liked her hair the most. She wanted to cut it short, the less trouble the better, so it wouldn't take too much time.

The hairstylist didn't do anything for a long time. He was admiring the lilac hair. "This hair should be used as an advertisement for shampoo. What should I do?"

The sound of running came from behind Clove. She saw from the mirror across from her that Lian Feng was panting slightly and his face was turning black. Then, she ran in from outside.

Lian Feng saw that the hairstylist had not touched Lilac's hair and could not help but heave a sigh of relief. He coldly glanced at Lilac: "Her hair, don't mess around with it. Alright, you don't need to do that with her hair. Come here and go put on makeup."

Lian Feng pulled the clove out of the chair and placed it in front of the makeup artist. From the mirror, he could see the pink, white, and tender little face of the clove, like a pink and tender peach flower blooming at the beginning of March.

A pair of eyes that were brimming with bright light looked at him from the mirror. Lian Feng turned his head slightly.

He had just returned to his boss's room when Yuan Zhanghua told him to come down as fast as he could and tell the stylist not to touch the lilac hair.

The silky smooth and smooth feeling, the wonderful feeling of touching, seemed to remain on his arm. In his palm, he did not want to destroy that natural perfection. In this world, there were not many things that were naturally perfect.

"No heavy makeup, pure and noble, elegant and beautiful, do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

The makeup artist frowned. Pure and noble, self-contradictory, elegant and beautiful, what standard can be considered elegant and beautiful?

The customer's needs were their goal. A customer who could stay in a five-star hotel was a big shot. He had to make sure that the customer was satisfied.

Lian Feng looked through the mirror and stared at Clove's face for a moment. It wasn't very beautiful. The more he looked, the more interesting it looked. A pure temperament with skin as tender as jade was rarely seen in the shopping mall, especially with the boss beside him. This was the first time he had seen a woman of this type.

Lilac's heart tightened under Lian Feng's cold gaze. This person's gaze was like a knife, containing an indescribable chill even though he had immersed himself in the icy water for many years.

None of the surrounding people dared to look at Lian Feng's face, much less his eyes. He felt sorry for Lilac. How could such a pure and beautiful girl be targeted by such a ruthless character?

"Faster."

With these words, Lian Feng turned around and walked out.

Looking at Lian Feng's disappearing figure, the air in the dressing room started to rise from zero degrees.

"Madam, who was that gentleman just now?"

The makeup artist patted her chest with lingering fear as she asked in a gossipy tone.

"Colleagues."

Clove didn't want to say too much, so she replied indifferently, leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. Come on, do whatever you want, just don't make it look like a ghost.

An hour later, when Clove was about to fall asleep, the makeup artist stopped all her movements and whispered into her ear, "Lady, are you satisfied?"

Clove opened her eyes and looked at the large mirror across from her.

Her eyebrows were curved as if she had been cut by a knife. Her slim and graceful eyebrows were like the crescent moon, carrying the beauty of a distant mountain.

Her long and thick eyelashes were raised, revealing a pair of watery eyes. The bright light that reflected off of them was captivating.

The oval face was pink and sparkling white like jade, and the cheeks were slightly flushed as the peach blossoms bloomed. Red Ling's lips curled upwards, outlining a charming curve.

Under the thin foundation of the powder, it revealed a crystal clear beauty, a soft pink luster, flashing a touch of light on the lips of the lilac. Her long hair was unadorned, falling all the way down to her waist, further showing off the pure aura of the lilac. The allure was as graceful as Jiangnan's ink painting.