The Foreign Softness

##Chapter 41 Temperament Young Master

Just as I finished my last touch, I heard my phone ring. So, I put down the brush and answered the call.

"What are you doing? The phone's been ringing for so long, now that you've just answered it, what do you mean?" ask the Fifth Young Master without being stale.

"What?"

I don't understand what this young master wants to do, "Have you called me for a long time? I just heard it."

The Fifth Young Master snorted for a moment, "Hurry over here, accompany me to dinner."

Fifth Young Master directly hung up the phone. I opened the phone call history and found out that Fifth Young Master had already called me three times and I only answered the last call. I thought because I was so focused on painting that I didn't hear my phone ringtone.

I took off the apron tied to my chest, then put my phone in my bag and rushed out the door.

Later Fifth Young Master is still useful to me, I don't want to offend him.

When I was in such a mess and took the bus to the western restaurant that Fifth Young Master mentioned, it was already an hour later. It's not that I don't want to take a taxi to get there quickly, but I really don't have any more money for things like this.

When I hurriedly walked to the dining table of the Fifth Young Master, the Fifth Young Master did not raise his eyelids, his white and extremely beautiful fingers pointed to the wine glass as he said furiously, "Are you dead already? It just arrived."

As she spoke, she raised her beautiful eyes that looked like glass beads. With just one glance, he was instantly stupefied.

Even the wine that was drunk came out.

I was wondering, "What's so funny?"

Could it be that this young master was scolding people and felt extremely happy?

The Fifth Young Master was still laughing until he coughed. He can't help it. He covered his mouth with a handkerchief on the side of the table. He laughed as he said, "What ... do you paint on your face?"

I was shocked and immediately raised my hand to touch my face. I felt something dry and hard on my cheek. I thought it was oil paint that accidentally smeared on my face, I turned around and immediately left.

"The toilet is on the left" said the Fifth Young Master with a laugh.

I felt my face getting hot. I immediately ran to the left like a fly with no head.

When I entered the bathroom, I looked in the mirror. How not, my cheeks are filled with paint of various colors. While I didn't know it myself, it's no wonder everyone I met on the street saw me as if they were looking at a clown.

"Haha, what is it? Clown in the circus?"

As I was about to wash my face, two women appeared in the mirror, Stefi and Stella. At this moment, Stefi pointed at me so coldly that she could not breathe.

Stella pursed her pink lips, in her very seductive eyes it was filled with a feeling of happiness over the suffering I was going through, but she said, "Don't talk like that, don't talk like that, not all women can be lived by men. Some people can only try desperately, but can only make a little money and still make themselves like clowns in a circus."

Stefi giggled and said, "Yes, some people are born with bad luck!"

I can't take it anymore. I put my hand in the bag. I took out a small bottle of chili water that had no idea how long it had been in my bag and I had not used it. I didn't say a word, then sprayed it towards Stefi and Stella.

When the chilli water entered their eyes, Stefi and Stella immediately shouted. Just now they were very happy with my suffering, but at this moment, they covered their faces like two mice jumping and screaming.

I ignored it and washed my face with water. After cleaning my face, I walked away.

From a distance, I met the annoyed gaze of the Fifth Young Master, "Just face washing took all this time. Is your skin too thick, so hard to clean?"

He had always been like this, most of his words were very piercing and insulting. I'm used to it and I don't take it seriously. I pulled out a chair and sat opposite him, "I met two mice, so it took a little time."

Fifth Young Master narrowed his eyes, "There are rats in this restaurant?"

"Yes, two shitty big rats."

I put down my handbag, then stretched out my hand and combed my hair back. As I raised my eyes, I met the curious gaze of Fifth Young Master. He was squinting a pair of beautiful eyes and looking at me seriously.

The Fifth Young Master suddenly said such a sentence.

I looked at him strangely, where did I get sneaky from?

At this time, Stefi ran towards me with reddened eyes, "Woman******, I will strangle you to death!"

My brows twitched, as I thought about how to deal with it, Fifth Young Master glared at Stefi who was running towards us, "What are you doing?"

Stefi never imagined I would be with Fifth Young Master. I think he is currently definitely reminded of the Fifth Young Master's punch at the racetrack. He looked at the pair of Fifth Young Master's narrowed eyes, his face filled with shock. The raised hand did not even fall again.

He did not dare to provoke the Fifth Young Master anymore. This guy is amazing. Stefi believed himself to not have a strong enough background to compete with this young master. No, he doesn't even have a background. Now she can have a luxurious and glamorous life as she strives to approach and flatter Stella.

"I. .. didn't do anything."

Stefi moved her lips stiffly. The hand that was originally raised and was about to land on my face, was now pulled back without saying a word.

Then, he left listlessly.

I silently shook my head. Oppress the weak and fear the powerful. From then until now this has remained unchanged.

"Just go wash your face, you even go back to making trouble. Clara, I really salute you," Wu Shao said in a grim tone.

I raised my eyebrows at the face that even when angry still looked this matchless handsome, "Fifth Young Master praised me too much."

The Fifth Young Master snorted, but he instead said, "Where did the paint on your face come from? Did it fall into a bucket of paint?"

I chuckled, "It's almost the same as falling into a bucket of paint."

I've been playing with paint for days. Every night my body is filled with paint. I said, "I'm renovating a store. I painted a painting."

Terlihat sedikit rasa penasaran di mata indah Tuan Muda Kelima, "Toko apa? Kamu ingin membuka toko?"

I lifted the red wine in front of me and took a sip, "A cake shop. I don't have a steady job. Today I work here, tomorrow I move on to another job. I've had a lot of bad luck, so I'd better open my own business."

The beautiful eyes of the Fifth Young Master looked at me curiously, but she instead turned to her chest and said, "Candra doesn't give you any assets, she really makes you suffer."

"Why bring up his name?"

My face became cold. I really don't like people saying Candra's name in front of me.

The Fifth Young Master lowered his lips, "It seems like you still care about him. Otherwise, you wouldn't have reacted so great."

After the Fifth Young Master finished speaking, he picked up a wine glass and took a sip.

I said impatiently, "Young Master, if you ask me to come here to talk about Candra, then I'm sorry, I don't have time to accompany you," I said, picking up my bag and leaving.

The Fifth Young Master's face turned sour, "Stop! Did I let you go? Talking to you means I've flattered you."

He always behaved like this, was high-ranking, domineering and unreasonable. While I was the one who desperately wanted his help.

I just stopped.

"Sit down and drink with me," the Fifth Young Master coldly asked.

I sit back. It's just that my heart wasn't very good, I drank a few glasses of wine in a row, until I got myself drunk.

I got drunk and scolded Candra was a bastard, a hypocrite and a liar. Until finally, I fell on the dining table with teary eyes.