Reborn on my wedding night, the paranoid boss can’t stop lusting after me

"If you hadn't given me a dress today, I might still have been laughed at by my colleagues."

Pei Zhao smiled nonchalantly and said, "If I don't give it to you, I'll throw it in the trash can."

A trace of doubt flashed in Xia Kexing's eyes. He looked at the dress and asked strangely: "Why are you throwing it in the trash can?"

"The dress is beautiful and looks expensive."

"I can see that Mr. Pei put a lot of thought into choosing the dress."

The dress is very Chinese-style, with tassels on the waist and vivid embroidery on the skirt, which is exquisite but not complicated.

Pei Zhao laughed self-deprecatingly and said, "You have to treat people well even if you take all the trouble, don't you?"

He sighed, the melancholy look on his face getting darker.

Xia Kexing's lips twitched, and she wanted to continue asking. Pei Zhao handed her the champagne, "Put it down for me, please."

He returned to his usual hearty and sunny smile, and winked at Xia Kexing.

Xia Kexing stood there numbly, staring blankly in the direction he left, unable to regain his composure for a long time.

This wink was like Cupid's arrow, the god of love, piercing her heart hard.

She knew that she had completely fallen under Pei Zhao's tenderness.

Just imagine, which woman can refuse a rich man who is handsome and has helped many times?

Xia Kexing held his wine glass as if it were a treasure and rubbed the side of the glass, as if the warmth of his hand still remained on it.

"Tsk, tsk, you don't think you have a chance to be with Pei Zhao." A burst of snickering came.

The smile on Xia Kexing's face disappeared in an instant, and she looked coldly at the female colleague walking from the front.

It's them again!

When he was in the company, he was always against himself, and he repeatedly made trouble for himself at the party.

Xia Kexing rolled his eyes and walked straight past his female colleague, "There's so much to care about."

She didn't want to tangle with her female colleagues and waste time, but they wouldn't let her go.

The female colleague blocked her path and glanced at her up and down with sarcastic eyes.

"Oh, it really depends on your clothes." She giggled, "A native chicken really looks presentable in such beautiful clothes."

Xia Kexing's eyes were filled with coldness. She turned around and glared at her female colleague, snorted, and then walked forward as if nothing happened.

The female colleague blocked her way again, her voice was a little colder, "Who told you to leave?"

Xia Kexing frowned, "Are you done?"

Several other female colleagues also gathered around. They all disliked Xia Kexing and would step on her severely if they took the opportunity.

Xia Kexing was too lazy to waste time with these colleagues and wanted to leave directly.

Suddenly, his wrists tightened.

The leading female colleague pulled Xia Kexing back and said in an arrogant tone: "Did I let you go?"

Xia Kexing glared at his female colleague in disgust and shook her hand off, "Don't touch me!"

"I can leave whenever I want. Do you need to take care of me?"

The female colleague took two steps closer and looked at her with disdain, "Unfortunately, you can't leave now."

Xia Kexing knew that he was weak and was no match for these female colleagues.

She clenched her fists, suppressed the anger in her heart, and asked with a cold face: "What is your purpose?"

The female colleague looked her up and down with sharp eyes, "It's nothing, I just want to tell you a fact."

Xia Kexing curled her lips and looked at her female colleague with interest, "I'm all ears."

The female colleague tugged at the skirt of her dress and said, "This dress suits you quite well."

Hearing this, Xia Kexing's anger surged to the ground. She picked up the hem of her skirt and said unbearably: "My patience has its limit!"

"If you have any nonsense to say, just say it!"

The female colleague sneered, as if she had heard a big joke, "Xia Kexing, Xia Kexing, only you who can pick up things that others don't want are so valuable."

"What do you mean?"

The female colleague curled her lips and glanced at her up and down with needle-like eyes, "Amelia Su doesn't want your skirt, you don't know it, right?"

The three words Su Xueya were like invisible big hands, grabbing Xia Kexing's heart in an instant.

She grabbed the hem of her skirt, stared straight at her female colleague with a straight face, "What do you mean?"

"literal meaning."

Another female colleague kindly explained: "Xia Kexing, the dress Mr. Pei gave you was originally given to Amelia Su."

She laughed, her eyes full of pride, "Tsk, tsk, what a pity."

"If you had come earlier, you would have seen Mr. Pei rushing to take Amelia Su to buy clothes."

Every word that came out of my colleague's mouth was like a steel needle penetrating Xia Kexing's body until she was pricked into a hedgehog.

The clothes she was wearing were actually given to Amelia Su by Pei Zhao.

No wonder Pei Zhao said she threw it in the trash can if she didn't want it. If he hadn't met her by accident, this dress might have been in the trash can.

Looking at Xia Kexing's pale face, the female colleagues all sneered at the corners of their mouths, "If Su Xueya's husband hadn't sent the clothes, I'm afraid she would be the one wearing this dress now."

Their sarcastic laughter was particularly harsh, like poisonous vines, wrapping around Xia Kexing's body, completely paralyzing her.

There was a crisp snapping sound, and Xia Kexing was so shocked that he subconsciously took half a step back.

"What a clown."

The female colleague mocked again and left with a few companions.

Xia Kexing was like a stone man, frozen in place, looking at the broken cup on the ground in a daze.

She squatted down and picked up the debris on the ground.

The sharp residue cut her fingers, and before she could wipe off the blood on her hands, the blood smeared on her skirt.

Xia Kexing rushed to the bathroom and kept rinsing her skirt with water, trying to clean away the blood stains.

The blood stains were lighter, but the skirt was also wrinkled from being rubbed.

Anger filled Xia Kexing's eyes. She rushed to the room, took off her skirt and put on her own clothes.

Then he threw the dress hard into the trash can.

"Amelia Su! It's Amelia Su again!"

Even the dress Pei Zhao bought for her belonged to Su Xueya, so who is she?

Amelia Su’s recycling bin?

She recalled what Pei Zhao said when he looked at the sea, and tears fell down.

What is there about that woman Su Xueya that he likes?

The more Xia Kexing thought about it, the angrier he became, and he kicked the trash can like crazy.

"Amelia Su, I must drive you out!"

Mingyao, who was chatting with Ni An, rubbed her nose and couldn't help sneezing.

Ni An asked with concern: "Sister, do you want to put on a coat?"

Mingyao waved his hand and chuckled: "It's okay."

"Su Xueya, you are the great hero today, I must give you a toast."

In a blink of an eye, colleagues came over with red wine and champagne, directly separating Mingyao and Ni An.

Ni An was forced to take a few steps back and almost lost his balance and fell to the ground.

"Why are you squeezing me?!"

Colleagues looked at Mingyao feverishly, wondering who had the time to talk to her.

Ni An patted the dust on her skirt in disappointment, walked to the side with the champagne, glared angrily at the colleagues surrounding Mingyao, rolled her eyes, and said with disdain: "What a bunch of snobs."