Hubby, Please Spare Me

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Mrs. Chen and Chen Qiang looked at each other.

Chen Qiang asked puzzled: "Why call her?"

President Yang looked at Shui Miaomiao with a smile, and said meaningfully: "Girl, as long as you drink our boss, I promise, Mr. Chen will definitely sell me the face."

President Yang looked at Mrs. Chen again and asked, "Yes, Mr. Chen, Mrs. Chen."

Chen Qiang understands that President Yang must be looking at Shui Miaomiao as a beautiful girl. If their boss drinks well, they won’t worry about having no clients in the morning decoration. Business is continuous.

Chen Qiang looked at Shui Miaomiao and said, "Don't say you haven't been given a chance. If you can drink their boss, don't say good reviews. I will give you those 200,000 models."

Shui Miaomiao is not a fool. She also heard the subtext of President Yang.

But it was a drunk, and it was worth it to switch to Zuo Yingying.

As long as she is not taken advantage of by others, she will be able to pretend to be drunk after that time.

"Yes, one word is for sure." Shui Miaomiao said.

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Shui Miaomiao followed them to dinner at Fenglin Yaju.

Fenglin Yaju is a leisure center integrating dinner, singing and entertainment.

Stepping into the box, Shui Miaomiao saw Shen Mochen sitting in the main seat.

He looked at her faintly, with no waves in his deep eyes. He seemed to be determined. It seemed that there was another strange thing in it.

Shui Miaomiao had the urge to run when he pulled his legs.

"Miss Shui, please sit down." President Yang said.

Shui Miaomiao paled slightly, clenching her fists.

What is life, you think you can win 5 million lottery tickets tomorrow. As a result, you don’t have a penny.

It's not just what you want, it can be.

By all means, he can only survive to survive, but he has no choice but to look at the situation.

Self-esteem and pride are really not something she can have.

Shui Miaomiao sat next to Shen Mochen with his fate, lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes covered the fluctuations in his eyes.

"Who is this?" Shen Mochen asked Mr. Yang.

Shui Miaomiao resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"Selling ceramic tiles, called Shui Miaomiao." President Yang replied respectfully.

"Selling ceramic tiles?" Shen Mochen squinted towards Shui Miaomiao.

Shui Miaomiao raised his chin, looked back to Shen Mochen, raised a smile, and asked, "Shen always sells a house?"

Shen Mochen raised the corner of the evil charm. "It turns out to be a fellow Chinese."

"It's better to have a long memory." Shui Miaomiao said meaningfully.

The waiter poured red wine for each of them.

Shen Mochen put her hand on the chair behind her.

Shui Miaomiao immediately felt his breath approaching, with a strong sense of oppression, let her avoid inevitable.

Shen Mochen picked up the glass and touched it in front of her. He asked her, "Which manufacturer?"

Shui Miaomiao looked impatiently at Shen Mochen, which manufacturer did she belong to, didn't he know?

"Shui's." Shui Miaomiao said at a glance, locking his evil eyes.

Shen Mochen raised the corner of her mouth, very evil, sipped the glass of red wine, locked her ruddy lips and said hoarsely: "My five elements are short of water, the fortune teller said, you can't do without boiling water."

Shui Miaomiao did not know what this sentence implied, pretending not to understand and said, "Everyone can't live without water."

"So, your name takes a lot of money." Shen Mochen smiled and looked at President Yang, saying: "I really like the surname of water, Manager Yang. In the future, all projects in Xuzhou will stipulate that the supporting decoration companies use water. Tiles."