The boss is chasing after the chaebol’s ex-wife, but you can’t afford it

KS WORLD HOTEL.

Tang Qiaoer was looking at the banquet planning project in the office, looking more serious than before when she was planning Ada Wang's wedding.

Last time she was dedicated because the other party was her important partner; this time she was dedicated because Chu Rou was her relative.

"Miss, you have worked too hard. You have stayed up all night for three nights. Please take a rest." Lin Su gave Tang Qiaoer a glass of orange juice, fearing that drinking coffee all the time would be bad for her stomach.

"We can't rest. The banquet hall has been arranged, but Aunt Rou's dress is not finished yet." Tang Qiaoer put down the documents and rubbed her sore eyebrows.

At this age, other girls were going hand in hand with their best friends to go shopping, traveling all over the world, and falling in love that was so sweet that it turned sour and smelly, but she could only soak in mountains of documents and boring data every day. Lead hotel employees and think about how to improve performance to a higher level.

She is an iron lady but she is not made of iron. It is natural for people to feel tired.

"You can make arrangements later. I have to go to Wenqiang's studio." Tang Qiaoer ordered.

"Are you going to continue making dresses for the third wife?"

"Well, if I don't work overtime, I'm afraid I won't have enough time."

Lin Su sighed, feeling sorry for her.

At this time, his phone vibrated.

Tang Yue sent him a WeChat message, which was the guest list for Chu Rou's birthday party, with the following message: "Forward to the eldest lady."

Lin Su opened the picture, and among the first few people he saw, the names of the three young masters of the Xie family were particularly eye-catching.

Thinking of Xie Jinli who threw money at him that night, and the woman with gaudy makeup who insulted Miss Ninth, a wave of resentment surged up again, and the tips of her eyes turned red.

"Asu, is there anything wrong with this list? Your expression is weird." Tang Qiaoer keenly caught his micro-expression.

"Miss, there is something that I think... still needs to be reported to you."

Then, Lin Su recounted what happened when he sent Miss Ninth back to school that night.

But he didn't mention Xie Jinli's humiliation to him.

He originally wanted to solve Tang Jin's trouble himself, but then he thought about it. That woman was Xie Jinli's mistress, so it was no ordinary trouble.

He was just a secretary. He wanted to protect Miss Ninth, but he was too weak.

Moreover, that woman goes to the same school as Miss Ninth, and I am afraid that she has caused trouble to Miss Ninth before. He is also too busy to take care of Miss Ninth all the time. So he could only ask the eldest lady to come out and vent this evil anger on Miss Ninth.

Tang Qiaoer frowned as she listened, her clear eyes filled with dark anger.

"A mere mistress of Xie Jinli, whose dog meat cannot be sold on the market, dares to provoke my sister."

As she spoke, the eldest lady's eyes widened in anger, and she slammed the table, "She was born a cucumber, so she needs a hammer; she is a walnut, so she needs a hammer!"

Lin Su couldn't help but laugh.

"The reason why that bitch dares to be so arrogant, isn't it because she relies on human power? She thinks that by following Xie Jinli, she has a backer and can do whatever she wants?"

Tang Qiaoer's almond-shaped eyes flashed with cold light, "Huh, if she knew that behind Ah Jin was the entire Tang family and the entire KS Group. I guess she would cry and kowtow in front of my sister to admit her mistake.

Then I want to see if her boss Xie dares to say a word for her! "

"So, are you planning to deal with that mistress?" Lin Su asked tentatively.

"Oh, is she worthy?"

The eldest lady picked up the glass leisurely and took a sip of the juice gracefully, "It depends on the owner to beat the dog, so of course I have to blame Xie Jinli for my sister's debt."

"But Miss, maybe Mr. Xie... didn't know that the person who had a conflict with his lover that night was our Miss Ninth. If he had known in advance..."

Tang Qiaoer raised her eyebrows and said, "I don't care about so many things! I am a very protective person, a tigress, not to mention very unreasonable.

The idea that those who don’t know is not guilty doesn’t work here! "

*

In the evening, Tang Qiaoer did not let Lin Su follow, but drove the Bugatti Sound of Night alone to Wen Qiang's studio.

"Alexa~ The gods are here to visit me. My little shop has become more prosperous, and my little face has become more prosperous~" Wen Qiang came out to greet the master in person, but her little mouth kept teasing her.

She originally thought that her master was the eldest lady of the Tang family, and having Sharon in a golden vest would be awesome.

Unexpectedly, she was wearing a vest outside her vest, which shocked her jaw!

You know, in the fashion and jewelry worlds, Alexa and Sharon are very powerful.

"Okay, okay, I know it was wrong of me to hide my identity from you. Now, tell me, how do you want me to compensate you?" Boss Tang Qiaoer was full of aura, and she hugged Wen Qiangbu's thin waist. .

"Master, if you come to see me often, it's better than anything else."

Wen Qiang curled her lips aggrievedly, "Don't always come to me when something happens, okay?"

"Look, you're talking about me like a big scumbag. I'm not the King of Qi Xuan who has nothing to do but love and welcome spring."

Tang Qiaoer gently scratched her rosy nose with her fingertips, and sighed helplessly, "I'm really too busy. After I finish this period, let's travel abroad and have fun for a few days, okay? I'll spend the whole time It’s covered!”

"Okay! Long live Master!"

……

Tang Qiaoer didn't have time to drink tea either, so she and Wen Qiang hurried to the studio.

The mannequin in the center of the studio is wearing a nearly completed red and black gauze long dress. The color is high-end and beautiful, exuding an eye-catching aura of elegance.

Under the spotlight, it is gorgeous and elegant, like a dream.

Wen Qiang's eyes once again let out a dreamy sigh: "Oh my God...this dress should only be found in the sky, right? The clothes worn by fairies are nothing more than this!"

"These clothes have been hanging here for half a month, and you haven't seen enough yet." Tang Qiaoer stepped forward, her fingertips lightly brushed the watery fabric, her eyes sparkling.

"How can I not see enough!"

Wen Qiang's eyes were full of admiration and admiration for Tang Qiaoer's design work, "This top-quality Xiangyun yarn is also called 'soft gold', and it is extremely difficult to get just one piece like this!"

Moreover, the dyeing process of this fabric is traditional and cumbersome. It needs to be washed three times, boiled nine times, and dried eighteen times. One piece often takes a year!

Thanks to Master, you can find such high-quality materials. The color and texture of Xiangyun yarn available in the world are not as good as yours! I think it is no exaggeration to bid at the auction! "

"This material is from my personal collection. It is natural for my family to use the best."

With that said, Tang Qiaoer played with a pair of sleeves and prepared to continue completing the birthday party shirt for Aunt Rou.

……

Wen Qiang's studio is downstairs.

The black Maybach drove into the European retro courtyard.

Han Xian got out of the car first and was about to open the door for Mr. Shen.

Seeing the globally limited edition Sound of the Night parked steadily at the door, I suddenly shouted "Ouch" as if my tail had been stepped on.

"Mr. Shen, Mr. Shen! The young lady is here!"

Shen Jingjue's gloomy eyes suddenly sparkled, and he quickly stepped out of the car with his long legs.

Sure enough, it was Tang Qiaoer's car.

The "Fujiwara Tofu Shop" on my butt is still there.

Shen Jingjue couldn't help but soft waves appeared in his eyes, and a slight smile appeared on the corners of his lips.

Suddenly he remembered something, and turned around to face the dark and reflective car window, inspecting his appearance, and tightened the Windsor knot on his collar.

When Han Xian saw Mr. Shen looking nervous, as if he was going on a date with his sweetheart, he couldn't help but open his mouth in surprise.

Their Mr. Shen is usually very confident in his appearance. It is not an exaggeration to describe an old man like him as a shy flower.

Surprisingly, there are times when I am so at a loss for a woman. He seems like a young man who is tasting the taste of love for the first time.

"How do I look today?" Shen Jingjue turned around and asked calmly.

Han Xian closed his open mouth, opened it again, and gave a thumbs up, "Very, very good! Spiritual young man!"

The man's face instantly darkened, his thin lips pursed, "Why is it good?"

Han Xian was startled and suddenly figured it out!

If Mr. Shen is in good condition, it means that his injury is gradually recovering, and the young lady will feel less guilty and care less about him.

On the contrary, if Mr. Shen is pale and haggard and in poor condition, then when the young lady sees him, even if she says nothing, how can she not care about him?

Tsk tsk, it turns out that this is what Mr. Shen had in mind.

He is really smart (old), wise (treacherous), wise (giant) and wise (cunning).

As soon as the master and servant entered the door, they were stopped by the assistant.

"You two, the literary designer is currently receiving distinguished guests and has no time to see anyone else. Please go back."

Shen Jingjue's stern face looked quite serious, "Is the distinguished guest Ms. Wen Qiang met her master?"

The assistant was surprised, "How do you know?"

"Because I'm here for her."

Shen Jingjue calmly narrowed his starry eyes, "I am Miss Tang's husband. When a husband comes to see his wife, he shouldn't be stopped outside, right?"

Han Xian was shocked: (ー〃)

The first rule of courting your ex-wife - you don’t have to have face!

The assistant suddenly frowned, looked at Shen Jingjue, and said coldly: "Mr. Shen, do you think I have bad eyesight and can't recognize who you are?

If I remember correctly, your fiancée, Miss Jin Enrou, just ordered a dress from us a few months ago, right? Moreover, she also announced your marriage news at her birthday party, which caused an uproar and everyone knew about it. "

Hearing Jin Enrou's name, Shen Jian's eyebrows tightened and he felt uncomfortable all over.

"It's only been a while now, but you are telling me in front of me that our master is your wife. Isn't this a bit too... pretending that someone doesn't know how to count?"

Shen was surprised and felt his thin lips slightly parted. He was about to explain something when suddenly a sharp and sharp voice came from above.

"Shen Jingjue! What did you just say?! Tell me again? Who is your wife?!"

Wen Qiang shouted while running to Shen Jingjue with wide eyes.

"Your master, Miss Tang Qiao'er, the daughter of the Tang family, is my wife."

Shen Jingjue paused, feeling that if he insisted on saying this, it would cause unnecessary misunderstandings, so he added two words in a low voice——

"once."

"Oh... Mi... Ga..."

Wen Qiang felt bad when she heard Shen Jingjue say these words herself, but she still couldn't believe it, "I tell you, you are not allowed to spread rumors, take advantage of my master's fame and popularity, or destroy my master's reputation! We will sue you!"

"It doesn't matter if you don't believe me. You can ask your master and she will tell you." Shen Jingjue was very calm and calm.

"It's impossible... I don't understand! My master is not blind, disabled, or mentally retarded, so why would he fall in love with you?!"

Wen Qiang jumped back suddenly, trying to avoid it, "Only a superficial woman like Jin Herou would like you, a shameless and shameless veteran, right?"

Shen pursed his thin lips in embarrassment.

Yes, why does Tang Qiaoer like him?

Even if he had saved her life, it was thirteen years ago. At that time, she was only eleven years old. How could such a young child think about marrying her when she grows up?

It's really hard to explain.

"Yes, Shen Jingjue is my ex-husband."

The three of them all raised their heads and looked towards the second floor where the sound came from.

Tang Qiaoer, who was wearing a white silk shirt and black trousers, was seen supporting her arms on the railing. She was looking downstairs with a smile, as if she was looking at Shen Jingjue, but also as if she didn't see him at all.

"Forgive me, Master. Who hasn't taken the wrong medicine, had the wrong tendon, or married the wrong person?"