Wealthy Marriage: The President's Dumb Wife

Luo Luomi looked at Zhenqi, took a sip of the milk on hand, "Jenqi, with your relationship, it doesn't matter how long you live with me, and it doesn't matter if you want to sell the old house. , I even support you if you want to find a job." Luoluo paused, "But Zhenqi, you have to think about Yijing, he needs a father."

"I will try my best to give him a good environment. Yijing is my son and I will do whatever it takes to bring him up." Zhenqi lowered her head and gently rubbed the corners of her clothes with both hands, "Lolo If you are friends, don't mention these things again, I will sue you when the divorce between Song Yu and I is settled."

Luo Luo sighed deeply when she heard the words, and stretched out her hand to cover the back of Zhen Qi's hand. Before, Zhen Qi's hand was very gentle, but now it was abnormally cold. Luo Luo knew that it was in the United States that Zhen Qi gave birth to Yi Jing. I almost died in the operating room when I was in the operating room. At that time, there was a lot of bleeding. It can be said that Zhenqi pulled herself and Yijing back with a desperate effort.

Luo Luo still remembered that when she saw the pale Zhenqi in the delivery room, she cried so hard that she didn't even dare to reach out to touch Zhenqi, she was so fragile, she just smiled and said to herself, " Don't cry, you see that not only I am not dead but I can see the world again."

"Zhen Qi, I can only support you." Luo Luo spoke slowly, enduring the sadness in her heart.

"Support me, then wish me a smooth sale of the house." Zhen Qi smiled and patted Luo Luo's hand.

"You should keep the house. Maybe there is an urgent need in the future. I have already asked someone to help you find a job. It is a magazine company. You can go for an interview tomorrow. How about I treat you well?" Luo Luo As he spoke, he stretched out his face to Zhenqi's side as if asking for credit.

"Jenqi's?" Zhenqi looked at Luoluo in surprise, then pecked her on the face, "Lolo, I love you to death."

Zhen Qi and Luo Luo talked a lot that day, until dawn, Zhen Qi dragged her heavy body to the room in a daze, but Luo Luo kept talking in sleep, calling Liu Ziye's name.

Zhen Qi thinks that Luo Luo really likes Liu Ziye, although she has always said in front of Liu Ziye that she likes Mrs. Liu's status as a wealthy family, some people are like this, they love so deeply but they still refuse to say it out loud. This is the case, and so is Luo Luo, but Zhen Qi feels that Luo Luo is much happier than herself, because Liu Ziye has given her everything she can give, while she and Song Yu have a deep relationship and are entangled endlessly.

Even if she divorced Song Yu this time, Zhen Qi felt that in the years to come, she would still think about that person all the time, because she was used to thinking about him over the years, And habit is often the most terrifying existence.

When she woke up the next day, on a sunny day, Zhenqi entrusted Luoluo to take care of Xiao Yijing for her. After admonishing the precautions several times, Zhenqi changed into the sexy slim leopard print skirt, black coat, long leather boots.

She had never dressed up like this before, and Zhen Qi looked at her seductive self in front of the mirror and couldn't find any other adjectives except awkward.

"Do you really want to wear it like this?" Zhenqi pulled the open windbreaker towards her chest, blocking her low-cut dress, and said awkwardly, "It feels weird."

"Don't be weird, that magazine is a fashion magazine. If you don't dress like this, people will look down on you." Luo Luo said, then turned Zhen Qi around, clicked the button to look at it and shouted. , and then untied the diamond necklace around her neck to Zhenqi, and finally nodded with satisfaction, "It looks much better now."

Zhen Qi looked at the top-quality pigeon egg, and suddenly felt that there was a heavy bomb hanging around her neck. She wanted to return the necklace to Luo Luo, but Luo Luo pressed Zhen Qi's hand.

"You were introduced by my Mrs. Liu, and there is nothing like words on your neck."

Well, Mrs. Liu, the corners of Zhenqi's mouth twitched slightly, "Then I'll return it to you when I get back."

"Whatever, anyway, I have another one." Luo Luo said.

It really stinks. Zhenqi shook her head, and then looked at the time. It was only half an hour before the magazine went to work. Zhenqi screamed "Yeah", and ran towards the door .

"Wait, take this." Luo Luo stopped Zhen Qi, and then threw the car keys to Zhen Qi.

She watched Bentley go to the interview, and Zhenqi put the car keys on the shoe cabinet at the door with a cold sweat on her face, "I lost the interview, not to buy other magazines, this is so ostentatious, when I make that magazine The editor-in-chief of the agency is lending you this."

"Whatever you want." After Luo Luo finished speaking, she rolled her eyes at Zhenqi, and then sat on the sofa, "Now, Lu Zhenqi, as a friend, let me remind you that you will be late for less than half an hour, and today is Monday , morning rush hour, take your time and take a taxi."

In the end, Zhenqi drove Lolo’s Bentley to the interview. On the way, Zhenqi tried to drive around places with less traffic, but when she arrived at the address mentioned by Luoluo, she was still late by 5 minute.

She was late for the interview on the first day, and Zhenqi felt that she would be kicked out soon. When she got home, she explained to the face-saving Mrs. Liu. Zhenqi felt distressed.

Just when Zhenqi got out of the car with a sad face, she heard someone calling her from behind, "Miss Lu"

Ms. Lu, it's been a long time since someone scumbag called her. When Zhenqi turned around, she saw a sunny boy running towards her.

"Did you call me?" Zhenqi asked the boy standing in front of her.

"Are you Miss Lu who came for the interview today?" the boy asked, scratching his head.

"Yes." Zhenqi nodded, and looked at the boy suspiciously, "You are?"

"Hi, I'm the photographer of the magazine, Du Rufeng." The boy introduced himself, "I've been waiting for you here for a long time, but I didn't expect that you are not the same as the one in the photo. I thought I admitted my mistake gone."

The corner of Zhenqi's mouth twitched slightly, and then looked at the boy's erratic eyes, coughed lightly, and pulled her windbreaker, this damn lolo.

"I'm sorry+—I——" Du Rufeng blushed and explained, "I didn't mean it."

It was fine if Du Rufeng didn't explain, but even Zhen Qi blushed after this explanation, and the atmosphere was extremely awkward in an instant.

"Ms. Lu, the editor-in-chief is meeting with a very important guest and discussing the interview, so he wants me to wait until you are here and take you to his office." Du Rufeng scratched the back of his head and said with a smirk .

"Thank you." Zhenqi smiled reservedly on the surface, but she was already happy in her heart. It turned out that the editor-in-chief didn't know about her being late. This is really great.