"A friend has a lot of beauty tools and wants to give them away for free. I don't think you can refuse, huh?" Jamel Xiao looked at Ye Weiwei expressionlessly after hanging up the phone.

Ye Weiwei was stunned for a second, and then realized what Jamel Xiao meant. She waved her hand and smiled, "No, I don't like taking advantage of this."

"He has a quirk. No one wants the things he gives away for free, and he will destroy them through live broadcasts. Does Ms. Ye support such wasteful behavior?" Jamel Xiao asked again.

Ye Weiwei: "..."

What kind of magical quirk is this? If you can’t give it away, you won’t give it away. Why should you destroy it?

"If Miss Ye thinks those things should be destroyed, I will call you now and not let him send them away." Jamel Xiao said and raised his phone.

Ye Weiwei has been someone who cherishes things since she was a child, so when Jamel Xiao said this, she naturally couldn't watch those things being destroyed anymore.

She raised her hand, "Don't ruin it. Just give it to me. But I don't want to take advantage of him. Whatever he likes, I'll buy one as a gift in return."

"He likes to hear thank you."

The implication is that there is no need to buy anything, just say a word.

Ye Weiwei looked at Xiao Jamhan blankly and thought to herself: These rich bosses really have unusual hobbies.

"Since Miss Ye has the tool, why don't you inform your friend?" Xiao Jamhan's slender fingers tapped the phone held by Ye Weiwei, and touched her fingertips without leaving any trace.

Ye Weiwei came back to her senses, nodded repeatedly, and immediately called Nan Xin.

Hearing Ye Weiwei say that she had found the tool, Nan Xin's first reaction was surprise, but she soon thought of the big boss who asked her to trick Ye Weiwei, and instantly understood where the tool came from.

Now that she has help from a big boss, she is completely relieved.

Half an hour later, a man dressed in enchanting clothes rushed into the Xiao family villa out of breath.

"Mr. Xiao, my beauty tools have arrived. Who wants to get them for free?" The man carried a nearly four kilogram silver beauty box and looked around for it.

He wanted to see who could make their boss do such a naughty thing.

When he saw Ye Weiwei's face, he was stunned.

Isn't that Ye Chuchu?

No, it's not Ye Chuchu. Ye Chuchu's eyes are not so clear and translucent, and his face is not so clean and pure.

Who is this? The big boss’s little lover?

In fact, Ye Weiwei was also in a daze.

Because she knew this person's face. It was Stephen, a big shot of beauty tools whom she had met from seeing a billboard before.

It is said that he is the Beidou of this industry. The makeup tools in his hands are piled up in a warehouse, and each one is of high quality.

"Here we come." Xiao Jamhan went downstairs and glanced at Stephen.

Stephen, who had a glamorous make-up, quickly got into the mood, walked up to him with a smile, and said flatteringly: "Of course. Dear Mr. Xiao, which little cutie needs beauty tools? This little baby of mine has been waiting for its beauty.

People want to commit suicide if they can’t wait for them.”

When Stephen said this, he was holding the orchid and pointing at it. The state was as irritating as it was to the eyes.

Ye Weiwei watched in silence for a whole minute.

"Miss Ye." Xiao Jamhan's magnetic voice interrupted Ye Weiwei's daze.

Ye Weiwei nodded and walked over mechanically, "Mr. Xiao, I'm here."

"Don't you need this?" Xiao Jamhan approached Ye Weiwei, his forehead less than two centimeters from hers.
Chapter completed!