The dumb wife died with hatred, and she was not obedient after rebirth

Qiao Jingze looked at her quietly. The woman was getting impatient and shook him: "Tell me, do you love me?"

She pouted her lips, hot and sexy, like a poisonous rose.

"Love."

Fan Wenxin closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her bright and fresh lips were waiting for him.

Qiao Jingze looked at her for a few seconds, then kissed her lips fiercely, with the sound of clothes tearing. The woman did not resist, but responded to him more passionately.

The night passed.

The box was filled with not only the rich aroma of wine, but also a decadent scent.

Fan Wenxin woke up with a headache and frowned when she saw that she was only covered with a man's coat.

Qiao Jingze had already left. A set of clean clothes, including underwear, was placed on the coffee table, with a box of birth control pills next to it.

Fan Wenxin combed her messy hair behind her head, rested for a while, and went into the bathroom of the box grabbing her clothes.

The woman in the mirror has a graceful appearance, the charm of a mature woman, and an extraordinary and nourished charm.

This was not the first time she had such a "mistake" with Qiao Jingze, and she didn't have to feel like she had done anything wrong just because she had a one-night stand.

After a while, the woman came out of the bathroom and left calmly.

The door of the next private room opened. Qiao Jingze, with a cigarette between his lips, scratched his hair as he looked in the direction where Fan Wenxin disappeared.

How cold-hearted! He just throws it away after using it without even saying hello.

The man called the waiter to clean the box.

The waiter picked up the underwear from under the sofa. He was used to it and threw it into the trash can skillfully.

"Wait a moment." Qiao Jingze suddenly spoke, and the waiter greeted him respectfully, "Mr. Qiao."

Qiao Jingze took away Fan Wenxin's clothes, just like he did in the previous times.

……

When Junhai Technology's most important project in the next five years officially started bidding, Ling Zhao was working hard in her shop.

She is happy with every order she gets, and even happier when customers come to pick up their items. Her sense of accomplishment reaches its peak when customers are satisfied and pay the balance.

After seeing off another customer, Ling Zhao rubbed his stiff face and turned around to get some water.

Holding a cup of water, I looked at the clothing progress. There were a few clothes that needed to be made faster. The customers asked for modifications to the designs of these clothes...

“Business is good in the store.”

Ling Zhao turned around and saw Madam Xu and several other ladies coming in.

Mrs. Xu was wearing Hermès, while the other ladies were wearing less expensive brands, but all were luxury brands. When the customers in the store saw this group of ladies who looked so noble, they were so busy admiring the limited editions that they forgot about their business.

Ling Zhao put down the notebook and walked towards Madam Xu: [Hello, Madam.]

Mrs. Xu held her hand affectionately as she did before: "Oh, I only found time to visit your store these few days. You won't blame me, will you?"

Ling Zhao shook his head and smiled sweetly: [No, Madam, would you please go upstairs and sit for a while? ]

She glanced at the waiter. What are you looking at? Are you not entertaining the guests? You can't let these ladies affect the experience of other guests.

The wives disdained to be in the same room with ordinary people, and followed Ling Zhao to the VIP room on the second floor.

Mrs. Xu put down her expensive limited edition bag and sat in a comfortable chair. She looked at the murals on the wall and the artworks on the shelves. She sighed and said, "When I was decorating this clothing store, I said that there must be a VIP room. You see, fortunately Zhao Zhao listened to my advice. When we get tired of shopping, there is a place to come in and have a cup of tea and some snacks."

A lady in a purple cheongsam agreed: "Mrs. Xu treats Mrs. Huo as her own sister. When has she ever been so enthusiastic in giving advice to others? She always appears to be warm-hearted but cold-hearted."

"Go to hell." Madam Xu scolded her with a smile, but she looked at Ling Zhao with a smiling look and waved at her, "Come here."

Ling Zhao went over, and Madam Xu said, "These ladies are all well-off. Make a set of clothes for each of them, and the fee cannot be less than this bag."

She pressed the limited edition bag next to her.

The ladies were not angry at all. Another young lady said, "Mrs. Xu said she was not partial. She always thought of Mrs. Huo for all the good things. I want to open a store."

Mrs. Xu looked at her and smiled: "Oh, what kind of store do you want to open?"

The lady jokingly said that she wanted to open a beauty salon. Ling Zhao noticed that he had never seen this young lady before and she must be a new member of the ladies group.

She took out mahjong tiles for the ladies to pass the time, and asked the measurer to come up and measure the ladies' sizes, while she slowly made tea on the side.

Mrs. Xu is worthy of being Mrs. Xu. Seeing that she was being promoted by Huo Yixiu again, she came to support her.

But times have changed, the store's customer positioning has shifted, and she no longer needs these wealthy ladies to serve as a presence.

Just because it's not necessary doesn't mean she can offend.

Ling Zhao still entertained them politely. As for whether they really wanted to make clothes and whether they wanted to wear the clothes they made, that was another matter.

These ladies only wear luxury brands. The clothes produced by her clothing store have no labels or brands, only the word "Ling" designed by her herself.

Can you look down on me?

They were only here for Huo Yixiu.

Ling Zhao knew what was going on. She sent the tea over and said she wanted to go downstairs to entertain other guests. Madam Xu stopped her and said, "You are the boss. It is the job of the employees you paid for to entertain guests. Just entertain us."

Mrs. Xu taught her how to be a boss and then asked, "Are you better at playing cards now than before?"

Mrs. Xu is not keen on playing cards. She prefers listening to operas or playing golf. However, since she wants to be in the circle, of course she wants to try everything.

She taught Ling Zhao how to be a rich wife just like before. Ling Zhao shook her head. Now that she had this shop, she didn't have to worry about complicated interpersonal relationships anymore.

Mrs. Xu also saw that she had no interest in playing in the circle, so she called Ling Zhao out on the pretext of going to touch up her makeup.

On the balcony among flowers, Mrs. Xu looked at Ling Zhao no longer with the same enthusiasm as she did in front of the ladies.

There was a hint of sternness and dominance between her brows, and she said to Ling Zhao, "Are you still angry with me?"

Ling Zhao pursed his lips and smiled faintly: [Madam has already come to the store to support me, why should I be angry. ]

Mrs. Xu said with a straight face, "But I am angry with you. You didn't tell me about your relationship with the boy from the Qin family, which made me lose face."

Ling Zhao just had a silly smile on his face and said nothing, thinking to himself, is this game over?

Madam Xu wanted to show goodwill to the Li family, but in terms of status, the two families were actually not much different, except that the Li family had real power. Qin Zhan making friends with Ling Zhao meant that the Huo family and the Li family had a friendly relationship.

The Li family needs the Huo family to be a major taxpayer in South City and to be the face of the high-tech industry, but Mr. Xu controls a state-owned enterprise and also needs to make achievements.

Ling Zhao still didn't quite understand the twists and turns involved, and she didn't want to make it too complicated.

[Madam, do you want to...? ]