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

Mrs. Xu's face was tense and there was resentment in her eyes.

This mute dared to mock her!

However, what the other person said was a "good" thing, and she couldn't refute it.

Mrs. Xu suddenly laughed: "Not just half a life, I will be rich and prosperous for my whole life."

She took away Mr. Xu's Tang suit and paid the balance.

Ling Zhao stared at the bill in a daze again.

Xiao Jia brought the half-made clothes to Ling Zhao. Seeing her sitting there blankly, he came over to take a look and said, "Wow, such a huge income. If it were me, I would look at these figures for a whole day."

Ling Zhao came back to his senses and knocked her on the head. How dare you come to tease the boss!

Xiao Jia stuck out her tongue and handed the clothes to Ling Zhao: "Mrs. Huo, I think the sleeves would look better if they were changed to this, what do you think?"

Ling Zhao took a look.

She remembers the customer providing the style they wanted.

【Communicate your design with the client before making a final decision. 】

"We have discussed it." Xiao Jia's face fell, and he became indignant. "Miss Wang said that she would only accept my suggestion if I put the sleeves I designed on this dress and let her compare them with the real thing."

"But if we change it like this, all the work done before will be wasted. The material is so expensive, how can we just change it casually? It's not a street stall product."

"I know, she just looks down on me as a small designer."

Ling Zhao picked up the clothes and looked at them again.

If she, the boss lady, came forward to communicate with Miss Wang, then Miss Wang should agree to her modification. But this is a dress designed by Xiao Jia independently, and designers also have to go through the stage of being questioned by customers and then accepted.

Ling Zhao said: [Have you confirmed that your design is better looking? ]

Xiao Jia nodded: "I am confident in my design. And Miss Wang has a tattoo on her arm. If we change it to hollow lace here, the tattoo can be covered up, but it also gives people the desire to peek. It's like looking at the hazy scenery through a carved window."

Xiao Jia kept talking about her ideas, and Ling Zhao interrupted her: [We are designers because we designed the clothes and made them. We are the ones who gave the clothes life. Do you understand what I mean?]

Although it is a clothing customization shop, the customer's preferences are just for reference. Professionals do professional things.

If it is just based on customer requirements, why aren't there designers everywhere?

Xiao Jia understood this, and she was afraid that the customer would not like the dress and would not want it. If she said something unpleasant and caused trouble again, she was afraid that the store's business would plummet again.

Ling Zhao gave her an encouraging look: [Do as you designed.]

Xiao Jia nodded, took the clothes and left.

Ling Zhao sat for a while and accidentally glanced at the fabric shelf. There was a "fat" roll of fabric, and not much of it had been used.

This piece of cloth is very expensive, and there are not many styles of men's clothing that are suitable for it. So far, it has only been used to make Mr. Xu's Tang suit.

Hearing that something was going to happen to the Xu family, Mr. Xu was late in picking up the clothes, and Ling Zhao thought he was going to lose them. Fortunately, Mrs. Xu paid for them.

In fact, when Ling Zhao was in a daze just now, he was not thinking about the income, but Mrs. Xu's reaction.

Mr. Xu was living a life of debauchery outside, and Mrs. Xu had always turned a blind eye to it.

It is said that the two of them share common interests, Mr. Xu holds power and Mrs. Xu holds money. With such a combination, each will flee when disaster strikes. Just now, a wife said that the two may divorce.

Ling Zhao thought that Mrs. Xu would not care about Mr. Xu, let alone take the clothes away.

Now that I think about it, what they have is not just a relationship of interest, but also decades of husband-wife love.

Ling Zhao pinched the material, thought of something, found a card, wrote the four words "Flying Together" on it, and hung it on the "fat material".

Xiao Yi asked curiously, "Are there any new ideas? What are you going to name those materials?"

Ling Zhao: [Nothing else for now, just this piece of fabric.]

Perhaps, in the future, every piece of fabric in the store will have other symbols as a gimmick, and each piece of fabric will have a story.

Ling Zhao raised his eyebrows and put the cap on the pen.

"Mr. Huo is here." Xiao Yi greeted Huo Yixiu who came in, and winked at Ling Zhao. What an enviable couple.

"When Mr. Huo is free, he comes to pick up Mrs. Huo from get off work. It makes people envious."

Huo Yixiu, who was always serious, said: "That's right. I'll give you a spot at Junhai Technology's year-end party at the end of the year."

Xiao Yi's eyes widened: "Really?"

It's a top company, and with so many celebrity guests at the annual meeting, it's no problem to get a few autographs and photos. And this is just a small dessert.

What’s more important is that those who attend the annual meeting are either big shots or elites. Maybe they will have a chance to rise to the top?

Xiao Yi's eyes are already starting to sparkle.

Ling Zhao glanced at Huo Yixiu speechlessly.

A few others with sharp ears heard it and ran over: "Boss Huo, do we have a chance?"

Huo Yixiu looked at them coldly and said, "It depends on your performance."

The subtext is, say more good things.

Ling Zhao was even more speechless.

She didn't want Huo Yixiu's presence to cause the employees to slack off, so she picked up her bag and dragged him out.

Although Huo Yixiu got off work early today, the sky was already dark and the lights were just coming on.

Huo Yixiu drove and asked her, "If you're not going home for dinner today, what do you want to eat?"

Ling Zhao didn't have anything in particular he wanted to eat, so he saw a roadside stall and pointed in that direction.

Huo Yixiu looked at her: "Are you sure?"

Ling Zhao nodded.

Huo Yixiu slowed down the car but did not stop it, as if he was considering it. After sliding for a while, he stopped the car.

Ling Zhao looked at the expensive handmade suit he was wearing: [How about you go to the hotel to eat, and I'll eat at the roadside stall? ]

Huo Yixiu glared at her: "Are you testing me?"

He sneered and muttered, "It's not like I haven't eaten it before."

Although Huo Yixiu climbed up from the bottom, many people thought he was just like an ordinary person, eating anything from roadside stalls to small restaurants. But that was not the case.

Huo's mother is a teacher and Huo's father is a doctor. Both of them are a bit mysophobic and have taught their children since childhood not to eat street food because it is unhygienic.

Under the influence of their parents, the children of the Huo family had never eaten street food. At least in Ling Zhao's opinion, he had never eaten it.

I eat breakfast at home every morning, go home for dinner, and eat in the canteen at noon. It saves money and is hygienic.

Ling Zhao heard his mumbling and turned to look at him. Huo Yixiu took off his suit jacket, threw it into the car, and grabbed her hand and walked towards the roadside stall.

He said: “I ate it a few times during college.”

Ling Zhao pulled his hand back.

When he mentioned university, Ling Zhao immediately thought of Fan Wenxin.

The self-disciplined Huo Yixiu never did anything beyond his plan, and marrying her was the biggest unexpected thing.

Eating at roadside stalls must have been influenced by Fan Wenxin, right?

Huo Yixiu looked at his empty palm, then looked at her, realized something, frowned slightly, wanted to say something, and closed his lips again.

They arrived at the roadside stall one after another in silence.