stunning female tenant

Chapter 167
This kind of lounge can only be used by VIPs, and Sun Jiajia, a little-known and fledgling designer, can use such a good lounge.

Mr. Qiao is really so nostalgic and treats Sun Jiajia so well?
From their conversation, Xu Xiangbei felt that Mr. Qiao and Sun Jiajia met because of Chen Yonghao.

Sun Jiajia was able to participate in this fashion show and become one of the designers of the exhibition clothing because of the relationship between Mr. Qiao.

But taking advantage of this relationship is very dangerous.

The middle-aged man is completely a veteran in the field of romance, and his help to Sun Jiajia is not just kindness.

One of Xu Xiangbei's feet was left in the lounge, and when Mr. Qiao hurriedly closed the lounge door, he pretended to be squeezed into his leg by the door, and with a groan of pain, he sat down on the door frame, letting Joe can't always close the door.

Mr. Qiao narrowed his eyes and looked displeased: "Who are you?"

Sun Jiajia quickly explained: "He is the porter and driver I brought."

Mr. Qiao's eyes were full of contempt: "Get out, don't make trouble here, or I will ask the security to drive you out."

Seeing Xu Xiangbei being reprimanded by Mr. Qiao, Sun Jiajia had an unbearable expression on his face, and gave Xu Xiangbei a wink, telling him to leave here quickly.

But Xu Xiangbei said with a playful smile: "Mr. Qiao, you are mistaken. Sun Jiajia is my wife. Don't try to take advantage of my wife, or I won't let you go."

Several models passed by the door, seeing Xu Xiangbei scolding Mr. Qiao, they couldn't help covering their mouths and smiling coquettishly.

Mr. Qiao was flushed with anger, and looked at Sun Jiajia with a gloomy face: "Sun Jiajia, are you kidding me? It was hard for me to persuade the organizing committee to let you join. Your husband's presence here will only add to your troubles." .”

Sun Jiajia quickly explained with a blushing face: "He is not my husband, Mr. Qiao, please don't misunderstand."

Mr. Qiao gave Xu Xiangbei and Sun Jiajia a cold look, and a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes. Knowing that he could no longer take advantage of Sun Jiajia, he turned his head and left.

Sun Jiajia thumped Xu Xiangbei's shoulder anxiously: "Why are you so nervous, don't make trouble here, this fashion show is very important to me, please, go back."

Xu Xiangbei ignored him, and still sat on the ground: "Is it okay to let me stay and drink some water?"

Seeing Xu Xiangbei refusing to leave, Sun Jiajia was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

A lady wearing glasses came over, holding a schedule, and asked Sun Jiajia with a smile: "I am Mr. Qiao's secretary, and you are Sun Jiajia's designer?"

Sun Jiajia thought she was coming to get her own clothes, so she quickly replied with a smile: "I am Sun Jiajia, when will these clothes be given to the models?"

"I'm sorry, because the time for this press conference has to be shortened, Ms. Sun, you can't show the clothes you designed. It's a pity that I came here to let you know."

Sun Jiajia's face turned pale immediately, and she froze there until the secretary lady left. She twitched her shoulders and cried like a child.

"I thought that marrying a rich husband would not require me to work hard on my own. I just wanted to be a full-time wife and take care of my husband and children, but my marriage was ruined. I also thought that I had my own hands, and I could make a fortune with my own hands." Fan career. For this fashion show, I worked hard for a week to prepare, and I only slept for five hours a day, so that my aunt didn’t dare to come, but you ruined it. Am I in my previous life? I owe you, I have a grudge against you, and you will be willing to kill me in this life?"

Sun Jiajia cried to Xu Xiangbei, Xu Xiangbei handed over a stack of tissues and sighed softly: "Wait here for me, I will definitely let you participate in the fashion conference today, otherwise they will not hold it."

Seeing Xu Xiangbei leave, Sun Jiajia became a little worried again, fearing that Xu Xiangbei would mess around.

With a cold face, Xu Xiangbei came to Mr. Qiao's office. Mr. Qiao is just the vice president of Garment City, and the nameplate outside the door says Deputy General Manager's Office.

Xu Xiangbei knocked on the door politely, and Mr. Qiao's voice came from the door: "Come in."

Mr. Qiao was quite disappointed when he saw Xu Xiangbei. He thought it would be Sun Jiajia crying and begging him, but it was Xu Xiangbei who made him feel disgusted.

Mr. Qiao sat back in the chair, and opposite him sat the female secretary wearing glasses just now.

He took out a cigarette and smoked it, and asked Xu Xiangbei with a look of contempt: "Young man, what do you want?"

Xu Xiangbei didn't hide anything, and said bluntly: "Mr. Qiao, do you know that you ruined a girl's hope and her future with just one word? I advise you to let Sun Jiajia participate in this fashion conference."

Mr. Qiao suddenly laughed, pointed at Xu Xiangbei and cursed: "You boy, who do you think you are? If you say let her participate, let her participate. Get out of here, and don't interfere with my work here. "

Xu Xiangbei suddenly felt angry and grabbed Mr. Qiao's wrist: "I'm trying to persuade you, but if you don't listen and insist on forcing me to do it, don't blame me."

A ray of internal force came out through the fingers, penetrated Mr. Qiao's wrist, and pierced his meridian like a needle.

Mr. Qiao suddenly opened his eyes wide, and his eyes were full of horror. He opened his mouth wide and opened it desperately, as if a monster would come out of his throat.

Then he exhausted all his strength and screamed hysterically. He kept screaming like this until finally, he couldn't make a sound.

At the same time, his body trembled like an electric shock, and the desk vibrated like a drum.

His female secretary turned pale with fright, and ran out screaming, shouting as she ran, "Killed, killed."

There was a pungent stench coming from the office, and Mr. Joe was in so much pain that he became incontinent, lying on the table and twitching constantly.

After a while, three security guards rushed into the office. They smelled the stench, held their noses together and ran out again: "Why is it so smelly, who is shitting in the room."

Xu Xiangbei couldn't bear the stench either, and left Mr. Qiao's office.

The female secretary pointed at Xu Xiangbei and screamed, "It was him who beat Mr. Qiao."

Dare to hit the company leader, the security guards viciously took rubber sticks and threw them at Xu Xiangbei together.

Xu Xiangbei sneered, raised his hand lightly, and the rubber baton was in Xu Xiangbei's hands. He hated these security guards for acting as minions, pretending to be powerful, and whipping the batons violently.

The three security guards fell to the ground in the blink of an eye, clutching their arms and thighs and screaming for pain, and one of them was crying in pain, crying loudly.

One of the security guards was quite sensible, pressed the intercom, endured the pain, and called out: "Someone is making trouble in Qiao's office. Captain Zhang, Captain Zhang, come to help, my hand was also broken."

(End of this chapter)