Getting married by mistake: the embarrassing wife of the cold-faced president

Chapter 56 Harmful intentions 1
When I woke up, I was like Cinderella wearing a glass slipper. The magic was invalid, and I returned to my original shape. From a beautiful woman, I turned back into an ugly duckling. The makeup on my face was washed off, and the skirt was washed and hung on the balcony. The hair is not completely dry yet, but the color of the hair has not faded, it is still fashionable reddish dark brown hair color.

But my hair is a mess.

No matter how I do it, I can't get back the light, free and easy feeling that Han Qingluo made for me yesterday.I had no choice but to find an apron, tie my hair into a ponytail randomly, and then find a T-shirt and jeans to put on.

I go to work.

When we arrived at the building, while we were waiting for the elevator, a tall beautiful woman approached, swinging and twisting her waist. Her small waist twisted and twisted like a water snake in the field, or like a snake in the spring breeze on the river bank. Willows may be graceful and charming.

She was young, in her early 20s.

Tall, beautiful, with a youthful and delicate face, the face is brightly pink, and the lips are smooth and moist with lipstick, as if juice will come out at any time.A pair of watery eyes have a style that makes people think, as if they are carrying a wind, blowing into people's hearts.

The beauty is Yi Xiaoyan, and she is a model of Xia Zhimeng Model Performing Arts Company.

Xia Zhimeng Model Performing Arts Company is on the [-]th floor, and the boss is Qiao Weizhong's mother Xia Fuwei.

Xia Fuwei was also a model in the past. She walked on the catwalk for many years, but failed to become popular. Later, she married Qiao Weizhong's father, who is also the boss of "Locust House No. [-]" magazine.After Qiao Weizhong was born, Xia Fuwei came back out of the arena and established Xia Zhimeng Modeling and Performing Arts Company, which became well-known in C City.

The boss of "Locust House No. [-]" magazine is always a shrewd businessman. On the second cover of the first half of the magazine, there is a fixed topic "Yun Xiang Clothes and Flowers Xiangrong", which advertises clothing for fashion companies, and the models in it are all A member of Xia Zhimeng's modeling and performing arts company, the boss can make money and please his wife.

Yi Xiaoyan is the pillar of Xia Zhimeng's modeling and performing arts company.

She is the fashion model on the second cover of the first half-monthly magazine of "Locust House No. [-]", and she appears in almost every issue, so I recognize her.

But I have no friendship with her, and she is not familiar with me, not even a nod acquaintance.

Yi Xiaoyan stood beside me, waiting for the elevator with me, probably too boring, she turned her head and glanced at me.

She pursed her lips and smiled: "Sister, you are the editor of the "Locust Family No. [-]" magazine, aren't you? Tsk tsk tsk, your outfit is too—" She didn't say "too" anything, she probably meant "" Too earthy", or "too vulgar", she glanced at me again: "T-shirts and jeans have now become the favorite of middle-aged aunts."

The implication is that my clothes are like that of a middle-aged aunt.

If she spoke in a slightly calmer tone, I would be grateful for her reminder, but her tone and demeanor were full of sarcasm and disdain.

I was a little annoyed and wanted to retort.

Think about it or forget it, my prime minister can punt a boat, adults have a lot of them, don't care about this big-chested and brainless person-in fact, Yi Xiaoyan's chest is not big, according to my visual inspection, it is estimated that it can barely reach C.

Those who are just fashion models are generally skinny, basically in the shape of Princess Taiping, and Yi Xiaoyan's two lumps of flesh on his chest reach a C, no matter what, he can be regarded as standing out from the crowd.

I don't know which idiot said that God is fair!
Fair shit!

God is glaucoma, very eccentric.Looking at Yi Xiaoyan in front of her, she knows that God treats her with special kindness. She is pretty if she is beautiful, and she is tall; Anyone with a small waist will have a small waist, with thin arms and legs, a veritable natural beauty.

Actually, I shouldn't complain.

God is not mean to me, I am more than inferior than inferior.

I am not ugly, didn't Han Qingluo say, I am a natural beauty, like a piece of uncut jade, if carefully designed, carved and polished, I will definitely shine.

Ah, the brilliance!

Women in the world are divided into three, six, and nine classes.

Those who can’t spend enough money are Bai Fumei, those who often use Chanel No. 9 are black fungus, those who wear business attire and glasses are goddesses, and the others who don’t know what to look for are female dicks.

It's for women, who doesn't want to be Bai Fumei?Who wants to be a female dick?
I, a mortal woman, is no exception.

In order to make myself the beauty of "Bai Fumei", I pretended to be selfish and called Han Qingluo in the afternoon: "Designer Han, when I interviewed you yesterday, because of the rush of time, I didn't have time to ask for advice on many things. .Are you free? If I am free, can I ask some questions face-to-face—er, since I always write interviews and special reports for you, I must understand the industry of personal image design and try my best to write wonderfully, right? I know you don’t care about how well I write, but I do, because it’s related to my job, please be kind and give me some time, please? The article is wonderfully written, there are only advantages and no disadvantages, this is called you good me Hello everyone."

At first I thought he refused, saying I'm sorry, I'm busy, I don't have time, next time... and so on.Unexpectedly, he actually said: "If you invite me to have afternoon tea, I will give you a little time."

I was taken aback.

This is beyond my expectation.

Unable to react for a moment, he was tongue-tied: "What?"

Han Qingluo laughed loudly on the other side of the phone, and said with a smile: "Sulala, you won't tell me that you don't even have money to buy me afternoon tea, do you?"

I quickly said: "Yes, yes! Then I will treat you to afternoon tea."

People with taste like Han Qingluo look down on Starbucks, thinking that Starbucks is too vulgar.I was also interested, and chose a cozy Taiwanese coffee shop with classic Espresso and finger cakes.

The coffee shop is decorated very emotionally.

The appearance of the facade is transparent glass, and the space is transparent and clean.The decoration inside is gorgeous and exquisite, simple and luxurious brown marble, wreaths of classical crystal lamps hanging from the white ceiling, and floor lamps decorated with blooming daisies.

The music is soft and the environment is just right and bright.

Han Qingluo arrived earlier than me.

When I went in, I was very reserved, with my stomach drawn in, my chest up and my chin tight, my eyes bent down at a forty-degree angle, the corners of my mouth turned up at a forty-degree angle, and I walked as if walking on a catwalk. Han Qingluo mistook me for having bow legs.

I've never been such a good lady.

Niao Tingting walked up to Han Qingluo, and sat gracefully opposite him.

Han Qingluo seemed to be in a very happy mood, with a faint smile on his handsome face, his spirit was high, he pursed his lips, and raised his hand: "waiter (waiter)—"

The waiter approached.

Han Qingluo didn't ask for my opinion, and said directly: "Two cups of espresso, and finger cakes, brownies, and pudding, two each."

This guy is quite masculine.

But I didn't bother with him, just followed him.If you want to ask for something, you should greet him with a smile, right?

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(End of this chapter)