Surrogate wife every step of the way

"Hey, have you come in yet?" The alluring woman was still in the long queue, but she only moved forward a little bit. When she saw Sun Mengjiao coming out of the meeting room blankly, she felt that it was most likely yellow.

Sun Mengjiao nodded mechanically, "Go in."

"Then why do you still have this expression?" The enchanting woman sized her up again, thinking how could such a woman enter Huaze so easily, could she be mistaken?

Sun Mengjiao was awakened by her words.

That's right, she passed all the interviews successfully, what else is there to think about, she should be happy to be admitted in the interviews of so many people.

"It might be too surprising." Sun Mengjiao smiled at her, walked to the elevator entrance and waited for the elevator.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the elevator door opened, Zhao Zifeng's assistant stared at Sun Mengjiao, and said respectfully, "Miss Sun, please get on the elevator and follow me to see Mr. Zhao."

Sun Mengjiao pursed her lips, and turned her head to look at the curious eyes of the interviewers lining up behind her. Afraid of being discovered, she hurried into the elevator.

The elevator door slowly closed, and the elevator floor was displayed as the 8th floor.

Undoubtedly, Zhao Zifeng's office should be on the 8th floor, and her heart beat violently again, even more nervous than before the interview.

"Miss Sun, please." The elevator opened automatically when it reached the 8th floor. The assistant stood in the elevator and made a gesture, as if she didn't get out of the elevator, and he didn't move.

Sun Mengjiao had no choice but to get out of the elevator and followed her assistant Yisun to Zhao Zifeng's office.

The assistant knocked on the office door, "Mr. Zhao, Ms. Sun is here."

"Come in."

A deep and serious magnetic voice came from the office.

After Sun Mengjiao entered, the assistant closed the door behind her. In the huge office, only herself standing and Zhao Zifeng who was sitting on the boss's chair with his head down working were left.

I have to say that men who work hard are the most handsome.

"How was the interview?" Zhao Zifeng suddenly looked up at Sun Mengjiao.

Looking at each other, Sun Mengjiao's eyes trembled, and she quickly looked away. She had a faint illusion, as if she was like a thief who was stealing something, and was suddenly caught by the master.

"very smooth."

When Zhao Zifeng saw Sun Mengjiao, his eyes flashed with astonishment. She put on light makeup today, which was different from the usual vermicelli in clear soup, but had a different style.

With a pure appearance and a proud heart, what Zhao Zifeng wants to see the most is to tear off her appearance and let her beg for mercy under him.

But today is not the time.

He withdrew his gaze and returned to work, "At four o'clock, arrive at Huaze on time."

Sun Mengjiao, who was standing near the door, was afraid that he would come over suddenly, thinking of getting closer to the door so that she could escape.

Hearing what he said, this meeting completely let go of its defenses, "Okay, if it's okay, I'll go first."

"Yeah." Zhao Zifeng lowered his head, unable to distinguish his emotions.

Sun Mengjiao fled as if she had left the office, as if staying a little longer would kill her.

Zhao Zifeng looked up at the door, and couldn't help but smile with his lips drawn together.

Four p.m.

Sun Mengjiao followed Zhao Zifeng's words and came to Huaze. She looked at the big word "Huaze" on the front of the door, then carefully looked at the small characters next to it, and read: "Advanced Image Design Building".

She was still wondering what kind of place this Huaze was. It turned out to be a place to manage the image.

She looked down at herself from head to toe, and muttered: "Isn't my image very good? Where do I need to design?"

She couldn't help but rolled her eyes, after all, she didn't understand the world of the rich, and maybe she thought that spending money was the best.

As she looked around, she walked in, and a short-haired woman standing at the door greeted her proactively.

"Excuse me, are you Miss Sun Mengjiao?"

Sun Mengjiao looked at her and asked, "Yes, you are?"

The short-haired woman replied with a smile: "Hi, you can call me Xiao Tan. I'm the designer here. I was notified by Mr. Zhao's assistant that I want to tailor something for you."

Since it was arranged by Zhao Zifeng again, she could only accept it.

The short-haired woman looked at Sun Mengjiao carefully for a long time, and suddenly she permed her long straight hair into big brown curls, "Miss Sun's hair is of very good quality, and the effect is amazing."

……

It was almost six o'clock, Zhao Zifeng entered Hualin, took off his sunglasses and handed them to the assistant next to him, scanned them around, "Are you ready?"

Hualin's supervisor ran up to Zhao Zifeng courteously, and said with a smile, "Okay! Alright! I'll just wait for Mr. Zhao to come and pick him up."

He yelled inside again, "Xiao Tan, Mr. Zhao is here to ask for someone. Bring it out when you are well. Don't keep Mr. Zhao waiting."

Sun Mengjiao looked at her completely unfamiliar self in the mirror, her face full of disbelief.

Is this still herself?
"Miss Sun, you have to trust my vision." The short-haired woman was urged anxiously, admiring her finished work, pushed Sun Mengjiao outside, and said with a smile: "The beauty is out."

Sun Mengjiao was wearing a pair of stiletto high-heeled shoes, probably because she hadn't tried them for a long time, and Sun was staggering when she walked, and she almost fell to the ground after being pushed by her, but fortunately she held onto the glass outside.

Zhao Zifeng was sitting on the sofa in the lobby, casually flipping through the magazines, when he heard a sound and raised his head, he saw Sun Mengjiao walking out twistedly while holding the glass.

I have to say that Zhao Zifeng was completely dumbfounded by Sun Mengjiao who had been dressed up again.

She has been wearing a ponytail for a long time, but today she has long brown curly hair with wavy hair, and a few strands are mischievously curled around her chest, entangled with her beautifully contoured collarbone.

The water-blue slip-on-the-floor dress outlines her exquisite curves very attractively, especially the slender waist without a trace of fat, which is as soft as a water snake as she moves.

Sun Mengjiao came out crookedly, seeing Zhao Zifeng blushed for some reason, felt that the clothes were too revealing, covered her chest with her arms, lowered her head and stared nervously at the ground.

For her, it was obvious that the two had met each other honestly in bed, but this kind of staring at each other still made her uncomfortable.

"Mr. Zhao, Ms. Sun has already brought it to you." Hua Lin's manager walked up to Mr. Zhao respectfully and reminded.

Seeing that Zhao Zifeng didn't respond, the assistant kept staring at Sun Mengjiao, deliberately coughed twice, leaned down, and called softly, "Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Zifeng's eyes remained the same, seemingly calm, closed the magazine, stood up from the chair, approached Sun Mengjiao, walked around her, smelled her body fragrance, and said close to his ear: "That's right. , looks appetizing."

Sun Mengjiao shrank her neck and looked at Zhao Zifeng nervously. Is this person a dog?

Before she could react, Zhao Zifeng walked out, "Get in the car with me."

Sun Mengjiao lifted her skirt, glanced at the silver high-heeled shoes on her feet, and tried her best to adjust her steps to follow.

She also wore high heels before, and that time she dressed herself up to go on a date with him in order to get Luo Hao's attention, even if she wore them, she wouldn't be able to walk away.

But Luo Hao said that he likes women wearing high heels, such women are feminine and more sexy.

For this reason, she learned how to wear high heels for half a month. In the end, Luo Hao released her pigeons. Although she later explained that something happened that time, she rarely touched high heels again.

Zhao Zifeng walked to the car door, turned around and saw that Sun Mengjiao was still half-grandson, and it seemed very inconvenient to step on high heels, so he pursed his lips and turned back.

"What are you doing?" Sun Mengjiao's nerves tensed when she saw Zhao Zifeng walking back again.

Zhao Zifeng glanced at her with his deep eyes, without saying a word, he picked her up and stuffed her into the car.

"Crawl like a turtle, the reception is almost over." Zhao Zifeng threw her into the car, pushed her in, and sat on it himself.

Sun Mengjiao sat solemnly on the side of the back seat, next to the car window, far away from Zhao Zifeng.

He slandered: "It's not you who made people torment me like this!"

Zhao Zifeng seemed to have heard what Sun Mengjiao was thinking, and suddenly turned his head, staring at her with those deep eyes, "Your outfit is worthy of the stage?"

Sun Mengjiao seriously doubted whether the person in front of her had the ability to read minds, so she argued, "What's wrong with my attire? Is it fresh and refined? I'm not used to the way I am now!"

The more he spoke, the lower his voice became. He was really scared by Zhao Zifeng's dark eyes and dared not talk back.

She had no choice but to change the subject and said, "Why should I accompany you to the reception?"

To be honest, first of all, she has no experience, and second, she is of no help to him. Is going to the reception just to have fun?
According to Sun Mengjiao's intuition, she felt that Zhao Zifeng would not be so kind as to please girls.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Zifeng opened the car window, put his elbow on the window, looked out the window and said, "You just need to be obedient."

Sun Mengjiao didn't expect him to speak any human words back, what just needs to be obedient?

Could it be that she was just a piece of fish on the chopping board for him to cut?

She also turned her head to look out the window, with her back to him, and her grandson didn't make a sound.

The assistant glanced at them through the rearview mirror, feeling that the atmosphere in the narrow compartment was a bit oppressive, and accelerated to the destination.

Shengteng Hotel

"Behave well." Zhao Zifeng glanced at the entrance of the hotel surrounded by a large group of reporters, and turned his head to give Sun Mengjiao a warning look.

Sun Mengjiao was concentrating on observing the situation outside, when he reminded her like this, she replied impatiently: "Understood."

Zhao Zifeng got out of the car first. He was wearing a top-notch hand-made custom suit and polished black leather shoes. He was tall and had long legs. Just by stepping out with one long leg, the reporters had already spotted him.

There was a constant sound of snapping pictures of him.

He only stood there, and the imposing manner around him alone was enough to overwhelm others. The aura honed by years of fighting in the mall was strong, and the sharp and resolute outline, under the afterglow of the setting sun, looked even more like As deep as a chisel and an axe.

"Look, Mr. Zhao is here!" A sharp female voice suddenly shouted among the reporters.

Zhao Zifeng only hooked his lips into a smile, walked around the front of the car, and opened the door for Sun Mengjiao.

He bowed slightly, peeked in, stretched out his hand, and signaled Sun Mengjiao to come out with his eyes.

As long as it comes, she will be at ease, she can only accept it with her eyes closed.

Sun Mengjiao put her hand on Zhao Zifeng's palm, and as soon as she touched his skin, she felt as if she had been shocked by electricity, and the current flowed from her hand to her brain nerves.

She was about to withdraw her hand, but Zhao Zifeng firmly grasped it in his palm and pulled her out with strength.

When the two approached, he said, "Hold me."

Sun Mengjiao glanced at him unwillingly, and gradually lost ground under his menacing eyes, while reporters were standing everywhere on the third and third floors on both sides of the hotel entrance, pursed their lips, and took Zhao Zifeng's arm.

For some reason, Zhao Zifeng suddenly clamped his arm, and said softly, "Laugh."

Like a doll, Sun Mengjiao twitched the corners of her mouth twice, put on a fake smile, and said with only two voices: "Is this okay?"

The two appeared at the entrance of the hotel arm in arm, allowing these people to take pictures.

The reporters standing outside seemed to have discovered a new world, following the two of them the whole time.

"Wow! Look quickly, the sun is coming out from the west, who is standing next to Zhao Zifeng?"

This Zhao Zifeng who attended all kinds of banquets alone all the year round brought a female companion for the first time today, they had to be extremely surprised!