LITTLE GOBLIN: Master, Don’t Come Here!

In front of the two rows of waiters was an old man in uniform, holding a cane and looking serious.

There was a pocket watch hanging in his chest pocket, and his hands were wearing white gloves that were not stained by dust. His clothes were neat and tidy without even a single wrinkle, and his hair was neatly combed without any mess.

This is a strict and old-fashioned person.

Anyone would probably think so the first time they saw him.

Seeing Angelil's group, the old man took the lead in bending down, raising his right hand and placing it on his left chest: "Welcome back, Your Highness."

Angelil is simply a perfect example of vampire etiquette at this moment.

His expression was indifferent, the corners of his lips curved just right, and even his voice was controlled within a certain range: "Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Bobby."

When the old man heard this, he immediately frowned: "Your Highness, I have said it many times, please call me by my name directly. Bobby is not qualified to let His Highness call you that."

Love: "..."

Angelil seemed to be used to this, and he immediately changed his words: "Okay Bobby."

The other party's frown relaxed, and he stepped forward to take the gloves that Angelil had taken off, while his eyes had already glanced at the other three people.

When he saw her like this, Zhong Qing subconsciously straightened her already straight back by three points.

"Who is this lady?"

Angelil smiled and said: "This is the girl I like, Angelis. Angelis Fancimen."

Bobby glanced at it in surprise, his face seemed to be a little happy: "Welcome to the Castle of Fancimen, Miss Angelis."

Zhongqing held up her skirt and nodded to him in thanks.

The next moment, Bobby's eyes had fallen on the folding fan girl, and Zhong Qing watched his eyebrows furrowed.

A bad premonition arose in her heart, and sure enough, the next moment...

"Master Youhuang, you are free to wear skirts if you like, but your dress today is really not very elegant. Besides, as a lady, where is your handbag? And..."

Zhong Qing watched dumbfounded as the old man criticized the folding fan girl from beginning to end with a critical look that could be said to be perverted. In the end, Zhong Qing even saw the expression of despair written all over the other person's face.

etc!

The old man seemed to call her Young Master?

Love:! ! !

Zhong Qing felt that the amount of information was a bit large, so she had to take it slow.

The system suddenly said from the side: "Oh! It turns out he is a big boss in women's clothing!"

Love: "..."

She almost laughed out loud, but fortunately, she saw the old man with his back turned to her in time and suppressed her smile.

It felt good to laugh for a while, but it wouldn't be worth it if the artillery fire was drawn to myself.

"...Okay, Master Youhuang, please pay attention to the expression on your face. A qualified lady should not show such an inappropriate expression."

Zhong Qing watched the other person's face twitch, and finally showed a quiet and elegant smile.

No matter how you look at Zhongqing, you feel like there are tears under the other person's smile.

The old man was finally satisfied and looked at the other person.

The man in the tuxedo stood up straight, with a tense expression on his face, and he looked tragic.

The old man said in a stern tone: "Miss Xinqing, please don't show such an expression as if you are going to die, Bobby will not do anything to you."

Zhongqing: "..." She looked at the other person's handsome face.

Miss? ? ?

Is there something wrong with this world?