The sweet wife is too sweet: Husband, do you want a hug?

Chapter 125 She Is His Woman (1)

It seemed that she wanted to make up for all the sleep she had lost in the previous few nights. After getting up and having breakfast, she fell asleep on the bed again.

She didn't even turn on her phone, for fear that Mo Chiwei would dig her up from the bed.

When I woke up again, I was awakened by the crisp doorbell.

Rubbing her eyes, she sleepily opened the door.

Standing outside was a waiter wearing a hotel uniform pushing a dining car. He said politely, "Is this Miss Tang?"

Tang Xinyan nodded. If I remember correctly, she probably didn't order anything!
The waiter saw Tang Xinyan's doubts and said with a smile, "President Mo ordered our chef to prepare lunch for you."

Mo Chiwei?
Tang Xinyan paused for a few seconds, turned sideways, and let the waiter push the dining car in.

Three meat and one vegetarian, as well as soup and fruit after meals.

The food made by the hotel chef is naturally full of color and fragrance. Before eating, Tang Xinyan turned on her mobile phone.

It shows two missed calls and one unread text message.

Both the call and the text message are from the same person.

——I have work during the day, so I can't accompany you. I have someone prepare lunch, and then rest after eating.

He looked cold and indifferent, but unexpectedly he was quite considerate.

But when you lose your temper, tsk, it's really scary!
For yesterday's underwear show, she went on a diet two days ago and didn't dare to eat more.

You must know that as a foodie, dieting is undoubtedly the most painful thing in life.

I ate two bowls of rice in one go.

Rubbing her full stomach, although she still wanted to sleep, but thinking that she didn't wear a dress, she obediently went out with her bag on her back.

Since he promised Mo Chiwei to be his female companion, naturally he couldn't let him lose face.

The hotel is located in the bustling urban area. You don't need to take a car. You can walk straight out of the hotel and you can reach the brand shopping mall.

On the third floor, Tang Xinyan went to a dress shop.

When the salesperson saw a customer coming, he greeted him enthusiastically.

At the same time, he was also quietly looking at Tang Xinyan's clothes.

A simple white T, paired with a pair of denim shorts, not a famous brand, clothes that are too ordinary.

The bag on her body is not a luxury. It can be said that she has nothing of value from head to toe.

Tang Xinyan has been thinking about how much money she needs to buy for the dress in order not to embarrass Mo Chiwei.

The money she earns will be used to see a doctor for her mother, and should not be spent indiscriminately.

When she was thinking about it, she didn't notice that the salesperson's eyes had changed from enthusiasm to indifference.

The employees of this brand-name store are all sharp-eyed. They can tell who is rich and who is not.

Tang Xinyan took a fancy to a one-shoulder long dress. She liked the style and color better, and pointed with her finger, "Hi, can you give me this one to try?"

Her voice fell for several seconds, and no one responded to her.

Turning her head, she saw that the salesperson who had greeted her at the door was standing there to greet another female customer.

And the female customer—

Jiang Naer!
"Miss Jiang, please come inside. We have a new dress that has just been shipped from Italy in our store. It must look beautiful on you." The salesperson smiled obsequiously.

Jiang Na'er raised her eyelids and found that there was another person in the store. She frowned and said displeasedly, "Clear the place, I don't like outsiders around when I look at clothes."

The salesperson nodded, and walked up to Tang Xinyan with a cold expression, "Miss, our store is now entertaining distinguished guests, you should go to another place to have a look!"

Tang Xinyan did not miss the contempt and contempt in the salesperson's eyes.

Oh, so the change of attitude is because she thinks that she is not wearing a famous brand and looks down on her, right?
(End of this chapter)