My Yellow Hair App / Pure Love Warrior's Yellow Hair System

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A man in his forties, dressed in a suit, was sitting there.

"Ms. Hua Qiluo, I'm sorry to trouble you to take time out of your busy schedule to come here." The man in the suit greeted Hua Qiluo with an arrogant expression, ignoring Bai Chuanxia.

"No, I should be apologizing to you." Hua Qiluo bowed deeply to him: "You chose our Chunhua Catering because of your trust, but it didn't achieve the results you expected. Could you please have one of our chefs prepare a meal for me?"

“Of course,” the man in the suit instructed the waiter.

Shirakawa Natsu learned what had happened from their conversation.

The whole thing wasn't complicated. The man in the suit opened a high-end restaurant and hired a chef from the Hua Qiluo Company, but after a month, the profits weren't great.

Soon, a chef in a white chef's robe and a tall hat came over carrying a steaming plate of food.

The image above shows a very common type of steak.

"Boss Hua Qiluo." The head chef bowed respectfully and placed the plate on the table.

Instead of eating right away, Hua Qiluo turned to Shirakawa Natsu and smiled, "You try some."

"Huh? Me?" Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback. Following her instructions, she picked up a knife and fork, cut off a piece, put it in her mouth, and then her eyes lit up: "Delicious."

"Hmph." Hua Qiluo chuckled, took the knife and fork from his hand, cut off a piece, put it in her mouth, closed her eyes and chewed carefully, then gently wiped the corner of her mouth with a white napkin, her movements elegant.

"President Hua Qiluo, my restaurant is completely outsourced to your company. You also guaranteed the quality of the ingredients, which is why I specifically increased my investment." The man in the suit didn't look too good.

“This food…” Shirakawa Natsu frowned, though he considered himself to have some appreciation for it.

"I'm so sorry." Hua Qiluo gestured for him to be quiet, then stood up and bowed to the middle-aged man. "I'll have a new culinary team bring you new dishes tomorrow. Of course, you can pay me after you've made a profit. Is that alright?"

The middle-aged man was taken aback, not expecting her to be so easy to talk to. Then, seeing the stunningly beautiful woman bowing and apologizing, his attitude softened instantly: "Alright, let's try again then. I'll observe for a while longer."

Shirakawa Natsu stood to the side, completely stunned, and it ended just like that.

He originally thought he would have to go through a series of events, like being shown up and getting slapped in the face.

“Let’s go, Shirakawa Natsumi.” Hanakira smiled at him.

"Huh? Okay." Shirakawa Natsu followed him out of the restaurant and into the car, looking a bit dazed.

"You seem to care a lot?" Hua Qiluo sat in the back seat, smiling as she looked at his absent-minded appearance.

"A little," Shirakawa Natsumi said, starting the car. "After all, it really is delicious."

"Hmph." Hanakira chuckled. "Does Shirakawa-kun like manga?"

"Huh?" Shirakawa Natsumi's heart skipped a beat. Had she been exposed?

"I like reading comics," Hana Kira said to herself. "But I like new series, they always get canceled so quickly."

Hua Qiluo looked out the window: "I think the author must have drawn with all his might, trying to make a name for himself. But if most readers find it boring, then it's just a boring comic. No matter how hard the author tries, or how high the artistic level is, what most readers don't like will be eliminated."

"..." Shirakawa Natsumi's lips twitched. He came here wanting to sleep with her, so why did he suddenly become so artsy?

Chapter 590 Her Stockings

"Let's stop here." Hua Qiluo looked out the window; the car was parked by the roadside. She could walk to the beach from the door. The sun was setting, casting long shadows.

Hua Qiluo took off her strappy high heels, her fingers gently hooked, her hands behind her back, her black high-end stockings on the sand.

She looked out at the sea, the sea breeze blowing her red curly hair, the setting sun casting its glow on her face, draping her in a red veil.

"So beautiful." Shirakawa Natsu closed one eye. In terms of looks, Hanakira and the pure school beauty each had their own merits.

But the mature woman's aura she possesses is something that pure and innocent school beauties lack.

Then look at her in sheer black stockings, stepping on the sand. Tiny grains of sand cling to her silk-stockinged feet. While you might not feel the urge to lick them, someone with a foot fetish would probably want to be stepped on by those feet.

Hua Qiluo closed her eyes and enjoyed the evening breeze for a while, then turned her head and smiled at him, saying, "What we are doing now is the same as drawing comics."

"Huh?" Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback. Why did it suddenly turn to manga? He just wanted to increase Hana Kira's favorability.

Hua Qiluo strolled and twirled on the sand, seemingly having a great time: "No matter how we explain it, the fact remains that no one likes the dishes cooked by the chef. For those who think it's no good, it's no good."

She walked up to Shirakawa Natsu and smiled gently: "So don't be discouraged. A dish made with great effort can't be called a good dish. Only when the restaurant's reputation is known can it be called a good dish. These are not things we can decide subjectively."

“I…” Shirakawa Natsu was slightly stunned as he smelled the faint fragrance on her body.

She had just noticed that after tasting the steak, she looked indignant and wanted to argue with the middle-aged man, which was why she had said those things to her.

This woman was unexpectedly gentle and sincere.

After all, he was just a newcomer who had only joined her assistant today.

"Yes, boss, you're right." Bai Chuanxia smiled awkwardly. He wanted to speak up earlier not because he really agreed with it, but simply because of his status. He didn't really care, so he wanted to speak up for justice.

"Hmm, but you're really brave," Hua Qiluo said with a smile, then turned around and walked towards the car. Her black stockings stepped out onto the sand, took two steps, then suddenly stopped and laughed.

"However, we need to understand how hard the chefs who carefully prepared this dish worked, and not deny its value just because it is not popular with most people."

Hua Qiluo looked at Bai Chuanxia and winked at him: "I quite like guys like you. Congratulations on passing the interview."

"Huh?" Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback, only then realizing that he hadn't signed the contract yet, and had followed the boss out. "Thank you."

Hua Qiluo turned around, her fingers dangling from her strappy high heels, swaying back and forth: "However, the comics I like always get canceled, and the things I like disappear very quickly, so you'd better be careful."

Shirakawa Natsu stared blankly at the figure, which stretched long in the setting sun.

The two returned to the car.

"Excuse me, Shirakawa-kun, could you please close your eyes?" Hanakira suddenly said with a smile from the back seat.

"Oh, okay." Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback, glancing at her sheer black stockings out of the corner of her eye. When she was walking on the beach earlier, the stockings at her ankles had rubbed together, creating small holes and revealing her fair, jade-like feet underneath.

He closed his eyes and heard a faint sound coming from behind him.

"Damn, is she really taking off her stockings?"

She was wearing sheer pantyhose, and if she took them off, she would have to unbutton her dress, which would mean completely exposing her lower body.

Shirakawa Natsu remained silent for nearly ten minutes before quieting down.

"Shirakawa-kun, you can open your eyes now."

"Okay, boss." Bai Chuanxia opened her eyes and saw her sitting gracefully in the back seat through the rearview mirror. A small section of her jade-like feet was exposed under her dress. They were white and translucent, and she was already wearing strappy high heels, which gave her a special kind of barefoot sexiness.

"Take me home, and my work for today will be done," Hua Qiluo said with a smile.

"Oh, okay." Shirakawa Natsu looked away. Although Hanakira's feet were beautiful, he wasn't a foot fetishist, and his aunt's feet were even sexier.

The address Hua Qiluo provided was for a luxury apartment.

Shirakawa Natsu drove her to the apartment building.

"Thank you~ You can pick me up here around 9 o'clock tomorrow." Hua Qiluo pushed open the door, her bare feet in high heels, and stepped out of the car.

"By the way, could you please throw away the trash bag in the back seat for me?"

"Ah, okay." Shirakawa Natsumi was taken aback, glancing at the back seat. After she left, a black car trash bag lay quietly on the seat.

It's about the size of a garbage bag, and the contents inside aren't very big; they look more like clothes.

"No way." Shirakawa Natsu turned to the side, reached into the back seat, picked up the trash bag and held it in her hand. The texture was incredibly soft.

"Damn, they really left their stockings here."

Inside this small trash bag was clearly the pair of black sheer pantyhose that Hua Qiluo had just taken off.

"This was definitely intentional, wasn't it?" Shirakawa Natsumi's expression was strange. The mature and sexy female boss placed the stockings in the car and asked him to throw them away.

It's just weird.

He looked up and saw that Hua Qiluo had already reached the apartment building. Suddenly, a man in a suit and tie jumped out from around the corner, holding a large bouquet of roses.

Hua Qiluo seemed startled and stepped back.

"Stalker?" Shirakawa Natsu frowned, dropped the stockings in her hand, and quickly opened the car door. Stepping forward when she was being harassed was the best opportunity to gain her favor.

He strode over to Hua Qiluo, blocking her path, and stared at the man: "Boss, are you alright?"

The man, in his thirties, wore gold-rimmed glasses and had the air of a successful businessman. He looked bewildered as Bai Chuanxia appeared in a flash, then looked behind him and asked, "Hua Qiluo, who is he?"

Hua Qiluo stepped out from behind Bai Chuanxia with a strange expression. Then she covered her mouth with her hand and laughed, "His name is Bai Chuanxia. He joined the company today and is my assistant. He doesn't know you."

"Hello, Shirakawa-kun, my name is Kamiya Haruma." Kamiya Haruma adjusted his glasses and smiled gently, "I'm Hanakira's boyfriend, and I'll have to ask you to take good care of me from now on."

"Huh?" Shirakawa Natsumi was a little confused for a moment.

"You said you wouldn't be back until next month, so your sudden appearance startled me." Hua Qiluo patted her chest, looking lingeringly frightened.

"Haha, because I also want to see what kind of expression you'll have, Hanakira." Kamiya Haruma handed him the flowers.

"..." Shirakawa Natsu silently took a step back. The clown was actually myself.

"Shirakawa-kun looked really cool when he stood in front of me just now," Hanakira said with a smile.

"Hmph, I saw you were startled, boss, and thought you'd run into a bad guy." Shirakawa Natsumi laughed awkwardly, "I'll head back now."

After bowing to the two men, he returned to his car and watched them go back to the apartment together.

Holding the stockings in her hand.

"What the hell is all this nonsense?!"

Chapter 591 A Sleepless Night

"What on earth is she doing?" Shirakawa Natsu opened the trash bag, and sure enough, it was the black transparent pantyhose that had just been on Hanakira's long legs.

She asked her male assistant to help her throw away the stockings she had just worn.

The silky feel of sheer stockings wafted through my palm, and I pictured her elegant and sexy figure, her black-stockinged feet treading on the sand or wearing high heels.

Could it be that there's something wrong with my thinking, and she simply wants me to throw it away?

"Depend on."

Shirakawa Natsu cursed under her breath, her hands on the steering wheel, her expression shifting. This intentional or unintentional provocation would have already set off a lot of fantasies in the minds of any ordinary man.

She has a boyfriend.

Shirakawa Natsumi took out her phone and dialed Yuzuriha Yu's number: "She has a boyfriend, why is there no relevant information?"

"Hmph." Yuzuriha Yu's voice was languid: "You're not pursuing her boyfriend, so why does any of this matter?"

"How many things are they hiding from me?" Shirakawa Natsumi began to doubt how reliable Yuzuriha Yu really was.

"Natsu, I choose you because I believe in you because you truly see women as women, not as tools." Yuzuriha Yu's voice was gentle.

"Too much detail is a waste of time. Don't try to win over a woman like Hua Qiluo with tricks. I hope you can be sincere. Only then will you have a chance to win her heart."

"..." Bai Chuanxia thought she was crazy. He came here to win over Hua Qiluo, and now she was asking him to have a pure love affair.

"I'll be waiting for your call anytime." Yuzuriha Yu chuckled softly before hanging up.

"You're crazy." Shirakawa Natsu put away her phone and started the car.

This is also part of Tokyo, but it's in Adachi Ward, which is on the outskirts.

Yuzuriha gave him the identity of a recent graduate who had returned from studying abroad.

I rented a regular apartment in Adachi Ward.

Shirakawa Natsu returned to her apartment and turned on the lights. It was a one-bedroom apartment, less than 20 square meters in total, which was typical for working-class people in Tokyo where land was incredibly expensive.

"call……"

He lay on the bed and let out a long breath. He had a very good impression of Hua Qiluo after spending the day with her. She was serious, beautiful, and you couldn't tell at all that she was the daughter of a politician.

Her long hair flowing in the sunset and her earnest teachings to him both demonstrate that she is a very gentle woman.

Most importantly, she is beautiful.

Sexy black silk stockings and jade feet, I wonder what it would feel like to be stepped on.

"I wipe!"

Shirakawa Natsu suddenly sat up in bed, covering his forehead with his hand. He wasn't a foot fetishist, but now all he could think about were those black-stockinged jade feet.

"has a problem."

Shirakawa Natsu squinted, recalling carefully how she had intentionally or unintentionally shown him the most sensual angles of her feet, whether getting on or off the car, sitting in the back seat, or going to the beach.

Finally, she casually tossed him the stockings.

"She's manipulating my XP?"