Domineering CEO: Wife remarry

Early in the morning, when Xia Lan was still brushing her teeth, a text message from Malatang arrived:

The new world is discounted, 500 sandals are [-]% off, less than [-] yuan, and there are beautiful skirts, come here quickly, or they will be snatched up if you don’t come again.

Two hours later, she was already at Canvas West Cafe near New World.

"I'm coming--"

Malatang called Xia Lan with his mobile phone in his hand, but he had already walked into the door of the coffee shop.

A two-piece camisole, denim hot pants, breathable sports sandals, short Sassoon hair, fresh and pretty appearance, but there was a gust of hot wind when he ran to her.

"Her mother's. I just saw a pair of beautiful Roman shoes. I tried them on for a long time and they didn't fit. I was so angry." Malatang sat down and said, "It's useless if they look good. It's really about whether the shoes fit or not. You have to wear it to know."

Xia Lan just laughed, "The returnees who went on a blind date last night are the same as today's Roman shoes? Doesn't it fit?"

Malatang glared at her and laughed dryly: "Did you help me capture Lin Sisi last night?"

"No," Xia Lan replied flatly.

"Then—why did your phone turn off last night? Did you quarrel with Qiao Zimo again?"

Malatang slapped the dining table: "That bastard Qiao Zimo, old mother, I will make a scandal for him one day and deal with him."

Malatang's real name is Chen Xiaohan, a very elegant name, but he is not elegant at all, maybe because he is a paparazzi, he has a very strong sense of the world, and usually loves to use foul language, and he opens and closes his mouth as '******' Or something like 'I'm an old lady'.

Because of this matter, Xia Lan tactfully raised several opinions with Malatang, saying that you are also a young man of literature and art, and your name is so elegant, so try to use a more elegant written language when speaking.

So Malatang tilted his head and nodded after thinking for a long time, and dumped her in a very literal way: "Your mother's literary youth, old mother, I am a fake literary artist, okay?"

After being completely speechless, Xia Lan replied to her in a very star-like tone: "Sure enough, it's very written."

"Hey, what's wrong with your wrist?" Malatang stared at Xia Lan's wrist and opened his eyes wide: "Did you have a domestic violence last night? Is he really capable?"

Xia Lan stroked her slightly bruised wrist with her fingers, smiled wryly and said, "It's okay, am I living well?"

"You," Malatang poked Xia Lan's forehead with his hand, with a look of resentment: "Say, do you want me to help, old mother, I can't do anything else, it's definitely not a problem to follow and take pictures. "

"No need, I'm not interested in knowing about his messy affairs outside," Xia Lan stirred the coffee in the cup.

"Then how long do you plan to stay?" Malatang stared at her: "Could it be true that you plan to follow the engagement and marry him?"

Xia Lan looked out of the window at the kapok trees that had grown into shades of green leaves, getting married?She and Qiao Zimo?

But what if you don't get married, you can't keep dragging on like this, can you?Both parents are urging.

The paparazzi clamored to go shopping, but received a new task without eating lunch. It seemed that a certain celebrity was coming to Bincheng again, so she was asked to go to stay quickly.

When Malatang left, he cursed: "Damn, this is my life. For the entertainment of the people of the whole country, I eat worse than pigs, work harder than donkeys, sleep later than Miss, and wake up earlier than Zhou Papi. His eyes are darker than a panda’s, his hair is messier than a hen’s coop, his attitude is better than his grandson’s, and he earns less than a migrant worker.”

Seeing Malatang who was running faster than Liu Xiang, Xia Lan almost burst out laughing, and her depressed mood improved a lot because of this smile.

Mala Tang left, she was bored shopping alone, so she naturally went to the parking lot downstairs of the building to pick up the car and prepared to go home. She had to go to work tomorrow.

She remembered that her car was parked between a Chery QQ and a Jetta, because the two cars were relatively small, so her car was parked loosely in the middle, with one side entering and exiting the other.

But when she got to the parking lot, she suddenly found that the two sides of her car had been changed, an Audi Q7 was parked on one side, and a Lamborghini was parked on the other side.

The bodies of these two cars are huge, like two huge monsters, making her little beetle look like a little turtle crawling there.

What's more, her driving skills are not very good. In fact, she only learned to drive three years ago when she went to work. After learning, Qiao Zimo bought this Beetle as a gift for her.

Besides commuting to and from get off work, she rarely drives on weekdays. In a situation like this where the cars on both sides are too close to hers, she is flustered and at a loss.

The cars were too close, and she couldn't even open the door fully and could only half open it. She got into the car carefully, for fear of scratching the Lamborghini next to her.

Just kidding, so Niu Honghong's car doesn't matter how much it costs to scrape off a piece of paint. Although her parents are rich, how can she have the nerve to ask her parents for it?

She managed to climb into the car and looked to the right, oh, buy a taller one, the Audi Q7 over there is closer to her car, and the ear of the Audi Q7 is just above her car ear.

She started the car carefully, and she didn't know if it was because she was flustered. She stepped on the accelerator twice and the car didn't start, but she was sweating a lot.

"Calm down, calm down," she puffed herself up in her heart, wiped her hands with a tissue, then grasped the steering wheel again, carefully started the car and drove out slowly.

But if you want to drive towards the exit, you have to turn to the right, but the car on the opposite side is not parked so far back, and the front of the car is stretched out into the aisle. In order not to hit the front of the car on the other side, she turned the steering wheel a little bit.

But the result of this was that the rear of her car and the front of the Audi Q7 inevitably rubbed against each other. She was speechless immediately, and got out of the car after sitting in her seat for a few seconds.

The side of the front of the Audi Q7 and the side of the rear of her car were scraped off some paint. She is an honest person and did not dare to force the car away. Of course, her driving skills are really hard to drive away at this time.

So he instinctively walked to the side of the Audi Q7, wanting to see if the owner had left his number on the car, but at this moment, the sound of high-heeled shoes came from behind him.

"Ah, who hit my car?" Following a slightly familiar female voice, Xia Lan turned her head, and it turned out to be Ruan Tingting, Qiao Zimo's secretary.

Ruan Tingting was also startled when she saw Xia Lan, then looked at Xia Lan's Beetle, and then asked cautiously: "Sister Xia, did you hit my car just now?"

"Your car?" Xia Lan was startled instinctively, staring at the Audi Q7 and asked suspiciously: "Is this—Miss Ruan's car?"

"Yes," Ruan Tingting said with an unconcealable smile on her face, "I'm pregnant, so Zimo gave me this car."