100 Days of Honey Wars: Dictatorship Boss, flirt

Jiang Luyao knew that the reception that Qiao Mucheng would attend must be attended by the elite of the upper class.

This is a great opportunity for her, if not of any real help, at least a chance to reveal her identity.

After all, she and Qiao Mucheng didn't even have a wedding, and there are only a few people who know of her, Mrs. Qiao's existence. If she wants to spread the news, she must attend this reception.

As for Jiang Xinyan's side, it's not an important matter anyway, and the appointment can be changed to next week.

After making up her mind, she asked again: "Are you sure you want to take me with you? Aren't you afraid that others will know my existence?"

Qiao Mucheng raised his eyebrows and replied, "When did I say I was afraid?"

Jiang Luyao snorted: "If you are not afraid, why do only a few people know that you are married? Why, is it afraid that others will know that you are married, which will affect your luck?"

Qiao Mucheng looked at him speechlessly, and after a while he said, "Can you think of something that a normal person would think of?"

Jiang Luyao rolled his eyes at him, and deliberately stimulated him: "Or, are you afraid that others will know how you got married? The president of the dignified empire group was kidnapped and forced to marry, and he had to compromise. It seems to be It's embarrassing."

Qiao Mucheng's face darkened: "Are you still embarrassed to say that?"

Jiang Luyao shrugged his shoulders disapprovingly, "Why are you embarrassed to tell me about the husband I kidnapped by myself?"

Qiao Mucheng looked at her angrily and amusedly for a while, then turned around helplessly, and said, "That's the matter, go and push back your appointment."

He didn't need to explain this, Jiang Luyao would do it too.

Call Jiang Xinyan, she directly explained the reason.

Hearing this, Jiang Xinyan suddenly remembered something and said, "Oh, I almost forgot! I just remembered that I was invited to the reception, but I completely forgot about it!"

Jiang Luyao was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Are you going too?"

Jiang Xinyan replied quite excitedly: "Yes, thanks for reminding me, otherwise I would be too rude if I was absent without reason."

Jiang Luyao felt a little surprised. Being able to attend the same reception as Qiao Mucheng meant that her status was not too bad.

But after thinking about it, Jiang Xinyan doesn't look like she came from an ordinary family, and the car she smashed that night was a Ferrari, so if she can drive such a car, her family background is not too bad.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Luyao looked up and saw Qiao Mucheng looking back at her.

She stared back directly and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Qiao Mucheng asked: "Jiang Xinyan will also attend the reception?"

Jiang Luyao gave him a blank look, and blatantly eavesdropped on her phone call.

"Why do you care so much about him? Did you fall in love with him?" She asked intentionally.

Qiao Mucheng was too lazy to mess with her, so he just said: "I suggest you not get too close to her." Then he turned around and ignored her.

Jiang Luyao was a little puzzled, it seemed that Qiao Mucheng had been very unfriendly to Jiang Xinyan since the first time he met her in the nightclub.If Jiang Xinyan was a man, she could understand, but why is he so hostile to a woman?
"Don't just talk halfway! Why don't you let me get too close to her?" Jiang Luyao asked.

Qiao Mucheng replied without turning his head, "Anyway, I'm doing it for your own good."

No wonder!
Jiang Luyao made a face behind his back.

He just couldn't see her having friends, and couldn't see her living a happy life, so she refused to let this guy get his wish!
Two days later, the date of the reception arrived as scheduled.

Because this was a very important occasion for Jiang Luyao, she spent the whole afternoon studying how to dress herself up.

If it is too solemn, it is not in line with her personality, and it will inevitably make people feel dull and boring to her.But if she wears it according to the style she likes, it will be too protruding and eye-catching.

After a whole afternoon of picking, she finally chose two evening dresses that she was quite satisfied with, both of which were floor-length dresses. One was a sapphire blue that looked more glamorous, and the other was a true red that she always liked better. Strong as fire, thick as blood.

In fact, when she was young, her favorite style was like most girls, fresh and beautiful, elegant and lovely.It's just that after going through all kinds of drastic changes, her whole person has completely changed.

After choosing these two things, she couldn't make a choice for a long time. After much deliberation, she decided to ask Qiao Mucheng to help her make up her mind.

Walking out of the bedroom with two skirts in her arms, she happened to meet Aunt Gu who was about to knock on the door of Qiao Mucheng's bedroom with her ironed suit, so she walked over to take the suit from Aunt Gu and said, "Aunt Gu, go get busy first I'll just send it to him."

Aunt Gu nodded, turned around and went downstairs.

Jiang Luyao originally planned to open the door and go in, but after thinking about it, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Who?" Qiao Mucheng's voice came from inside.

She deliberately didn't answer, pretending to be Aunt Gu.

Qiao Mucheng was really fooled and said, "Come in."

When he saw that the person who came in was Jiang Luyao, Qiao Mucheng's face changed obviously, "Why is it you?"

"Why can't it be me?" Jiang Luyao replied, throwing the suit in his hand on the bed.

Qiao Mucheng frowned and looked at her, as if he was very dissatisfied with her behavior of randomly throwing his clothes.

After walking over to pick up the suit and put it on, he asked, "What are you doing here?"

Jiang Luyao gestured at himself with two skirts, and asked, "Which skirt is better for me to attend the reception tonight?"

Qiao Mucheng was stunned for a moment when he heard the words. When Jiang Luyao asked him this question just now, his tone was very natural, like an old couple who had been married for many years. The wife skillfully discussed the matching of clothes with her husband without feeling unfamiliar.

This rare harmony made him a little moved, so he stood there for a while without answering.

Jiang Luyao looked at him strangely, and shook his hand in front of his eyes: "Hey, why are you in a daze? I'm asking you something!"

Qiao Mucheng came back to his senses, and hurriedly looked away, as if trying to cover up his gaffe just now.

"It's not good." He said calmly.

"You!" Jiang Luyao became anxious immediately. It was also his request to attend the reception, but in the end he refused to help choose clothes!
However, Qiao Mucheng quickly blocked her subsequent complaints with actions. He turned around and picked up a box from the table, and handed it to Jiang Luyao: "I have prepared the dress, wear this one."

Jiang Luyao was taken aback, he would prepare a dress for himself?
However, Qiao Mucheng's next sentence pissed her off again: "As the wife of the CEO of the Imperial Group, how can you meet people if you don't wear a decent dress?"

The implication is that the two skirts she brought are not good enough? !

The meaning of contempt in this sentence was so obvious that Jiang Luyao almost threw the box back into his arms in anger.

Although she can no longer be compared with the former third miss of the Jiang family after experiencing a change, but any piece of clothing in her closet is also a top-notch brand. Is there any need to belittle her like this?

The box in her hand was already lifted up, but she put it down after thinking about it.

She wants to see what's so great about the CEO of the Empire Group. Could it be that the clothes he chooses are made of diamonds?
Opening the box and taking a look, she pouted first.

Not to mention diamonds, the dress in the box didn't even have any bright embellishments.

The plain white tube top evening dress, although the style can be regarded as simple and elegant, is nothing more than that, because there is no embellishment, it is too inconspicuous to wear this at a reception where women compete for beauty?

With just this dress, how dare he question his own taste?

With the mentality of mocking him, Jiang Luyao reached out and picked up the skirt, but the moment he took it out of the box, he was suddenly stunned.

As she lifted it, the floor-length skirt suddenly poured down without a single wrinkle, and hung straight down.

She is not someone who has never seen the world, she has worn all the top high-end dresses, but she has never seen the same material as the dress in front of her.

The hem of the skirt is made up of several layers of gauze-like material as thin as a cicada's wings, but it does not have the fluffy feeling of ordinary gauze fabrics. Instead, it drapes naturally. With the light shaking of her hand, it swings like water waves.Although it was placed in the box before, once it was taken out, it was as smooth as if it had just been ironed, without any wrinkles.

What surprised her even more was that the hem of the skirt gave her an unreal feeling, just looking at it with the naked eye, as if she was looking at a cloud of mist, which added a bit of immortality.

Even if she had never seen such a material before, she could tell that the origin of this dress might be unusual.

Qiao Mucheng was very satisfied with her reaction, and explained from the side: "The dress made by the British royal tailor is the only one in the world. Do you like it?"

Jiang Luyao reached out and touched the hem of the skirt, only to feel a cold touch from his fingertips, which was different from the texture of gauze, but a softer and smoother feeling.

Since it is purely handmade, the tailor may even weave these fabrics by himself. Such a skirt with all kinds of top craftsmanship is indeed not comparable to those so-called high-end dresses.

"I didn't expect you to have good taste, but unfortunately this is not my style." Jiang Luyao put away the astonishment in his eyes, and threw the skirt back into the box again.

Such a fresh and elegant style has long been unsuitable for her.

She picked up the red dress she had thrown on the bed just now, and said, "This is what I like."

Qiao Mucheng faintly uttered a word: "Vulgar."

Jiang Luyao laughed when he heard the words: "That's right, I'm an ordinary person, and I can't enjoy your elegant taste."

After she finished speaking, she wanted to turn around and leave, but was stopped by Qiao Mucheng.

Before he realized what he was going to do, he had already reached out and snatched the red dress from her hand, and tore it in two easily.

Jiang Luyao was completely startled by his action, what does this mean?Forcing her to wear the one he chose?

"Qiao Mucheng! Are you crazy!"