Book-wearing villain: In the beginning, I kidnapped the heroine!

The wind howled at night, and the branches of the trees swayed with the wind, casting gloomy shadows under the illumination of the street lamps.

Zhao Fengqi was sitting in the car outside the door, looking at the night in front of him with cold eyes, he took out a wet towel from the glove box and wiped the palm of his hand calmly, his expression remained calm, but the strength of wiping his palm But it got a little heavier.

After stacking the wet wipes neatly, he stuffed them back into his original packaging, threw them in the trash basket and made a phone call.

That end was picked up quickly.

"abner?"

"Xiao Fei, the batch of haute couture that will be used tomorrow, and the batch that needs to be displayed on stage will be sent to the venue, and the rest will be placed in the storage room of the venue, and more people will be sent to watch them. Don't let idle people approach without my instructions."

"Yes, Abner."

"and many more..."

"Is there anything else to explain abner?"

"Change it, put it in two storage rooms, one of them should be staffed to watch it, and a pinhole camera should be installed at the door of the two storage rooms in advance."

Xiao Fei didn't ask Zhao Fengqi why he did this, and simply said, "Yes."

There is no other reason for Zhao Fengqi to do this. He believes that Zhao Fenglin's temperament will definitely cause trouble, and most of his methods are to get things away, so that the sales process of the venue will fail, or directly swap things out, and engage in some crude manufacturing. clothing in the past.

This time he made two-handed preparations, and he felt that Zhao Fenglin could be guarded against.

He squeezed the space between his brows, and then drove to the Third Ring Road. He didn't go back to his apartment in the city center. The Third Ring Road was where his mother lived.

With one foot on the accelerator, the car galloped down the road.

The suburbs are not far from the third ring road, and Zhao Fengqi arrived at the neighborhood where his mother lived in just over 20 minutes.

His mother lives in a townhouse. Although it is not as grand as a single house, it is not bad.It was given to her by Zhao Renbin.

Zhao Fengqi rang the doorbell, and after a short wait, he saw his mother.

Qian Xin, with a gentle and delicate appearance, was wearing a white satin nightgown, with pearl necklaces and pearl earrings hanging on her neck and ears.

In his 40s, he is well maintained, and there are no wrinkles on his face.

As soon as the name Qian Xin sounds like a person who is running for money, she quit school a long time ago, and her family is also poor. In order to make a living, she goes to a bar to work as a foreign wine salesman, and she also goes to work there to find a rich person. , In the end, she became Zhao Renbing's canary perfectly because she looked like Zhao Renbing's wife.

Originally, Zhao Renbing just wanted to support her for a while, but she had a clear goal. What she wanted was not only wealth but also status. Zhao Fengqi was already in her stomach, and she also had a bargaining chip.

Before Zhao Fengqi was ten years old, his mother cried, made troubles and hanged herself to Zhao Renbing all the time, wanting to get a name, which meant that Zhao Renbing should divorce and marry her.

Although Zhao Renbing also likes her pear-blossoming rainy appearance, but his current wife has a good family background, and Sun Huizhen also gave birth to a son a few years after Zhao Fengqi was born, he will never lose the watermelon and pick up the sesame seeds.

Qian Xin saw that Fuzheng's path was nowhere to go, and gradually stopped making trouble. He changed his mind and became a rich wife comfortably. Xin was overjoyed.

In short, she is now, she didn't get the status she wanted, and she wanted her son to fight for it.

In those more than ten years, Zhao Fengqi really suffered. He watched his mother cry, make trouble and hang himself every day for the first ten years, and watched his mother make calculations in the following time.

"mom."

"Xiaoqi is back. How was the food at Zhao's house? Did your father leave you to talk alone? Is that Zhao Fenglin still as mean-spirited as ever? And Sun Huizhen and her little daughter..."

"Well, Zhao Renbing didn't ask me to speak alone. Zhao Fenglin still had the same mouth. Sun Huizhen was as friendly. Her youngest daughter is probably in school. She didn't come back today, but Zhao Fenghua was brought back by Zhao Fenglin. Their family is neat and tidy. Welcome to me."

"Hahahaha, that idiot has been brought back too? Your father is the most face-saving. He used to love his eldest son the most. Now he is stupid. The last thing you want to see is to mention his eldest son. That Zhao Fenglin wants to anger your father. die.

According to me, if you don’t come back once in a few years, you should use this time to get close to your father. He is old, and it’s the time when his ears are soft. I can't look down on him anymore, because Sun Huizhen is there to support him.

That Sun Huizhen was also lucky, she was born with a golden spoon in her mouth, otherwise it would be her turn, fat as a pig, she is not as good-looking as your mother. "

Qian Xin followed Zhao Fengqi's thoughts all the way until he returned to the bedroom.

"My mother is the best. Mom, I should rest. I have work to do at the venue tomorrow. I'll accompany you when I'm done."

"Yes, yes, fashion shows are important. I asked you to choose an unpopular major just to reassure them. I didn't expect my son to be so good and become a well-known designer. Which clothes should mom wear tomorrow? Xiaoqi, help mom choose..."

Zhao Fengqi frowned, and interrupted, "Mom, people from the Zhao family will go tomorrow."

Qian Xin, who was cheerful at first, became depressed visibly with the naked eye, but in the next second he pretended to be happy again.

"Yes, Mom has a few sisters to play mahjong tomorrow. You can't turn down the appointments. They are all useful connections. I'll see you later when I have a chance."

Zhao Fengqi raised his arms and hugged his mother, "Don't worry, Mom, I will let you sit in the honored guest seat, and the seat in the main house of the Zhao family!"

Qian Xin cried when she heard this, "Mom believes in you, I'm sorry..."

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The next day, afternoon.

The scene of the fashion show.

The venue is very large, and there is a high platform in the middle, which is reserved for models to go on the catwalk.

There are two rows of sofa seats on both sides of the catwalk, and looking to the two sides, there is a spacious round table covered with white cloth, candlesticks and flowers. The guests on the seats are all prominent figures in Dragon City, as well as directors of Huaxia District of some big brands. .

The lighting of the venue is warm yellow mixed with water blue as the main tone, giving people a sense of mystery.

This is a Vanity Fair that is very suitable for making contacts. The sound of clinking glasses and chatting is endless.

But in such an atmosphere, on a round table in the corner, there was no sense of fame and wealth. The man sitting in the corner was tall and tall, wearing a black and gray tie-dyed velvet sweater.

A pair of affectionate peach-blossom pupils were illuminated extremely deeply by the light, wearing a black mask on his face, very mysterious, with his elbows resting on the table, he was seriously looking at every part of the venue.

Looking at his appearance, those who didn't know him thought he was in plain clothes, and he didn't feel like attending a press conference at all.

Who could this person be if it wasn't Su Qing?