"Miss Mo, what a coincidence!" Qin Kewen said politely, "You better pick something else, we bought this dress." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Without asking the price, he put a silver ticket of two hundred taels on the counter.

It's hard to buy a good heart when you have money, and he has to decide on this cheongsam.

Although Mo Ruhui is Qin Kewen's secretary, she is not afraid of this top boss at all.

He raised his chin arrogantly, "Why do you want a woman's cheongsam from a man?" Why don't you give it to me, or ......" Mo Ruhui smiled with a spring breeze on her face, "I'm going to have a birthday party next month, why don't you ...... it as a birthday gift." ”

"I'm sorry, Miss Mo!" Qin Kewen said coldly, "It already has an owner." ”

"Master? Where? ”

Mo Ruhui provoked a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, looking left and right, "You can't mean her!" ”

Finger pointed at Fang Qing, "A maid wearing a cheongsam?" It's ridiculous! ”

Mo Ruhui gritted his teeth and said.

She is a young lady from a rich family, and it is natural for her to wear a cheongsam, but what kind of thing is Fang Qing?

A maid fights with her? She deserves it too!

What's even more infuriating is that a big beauty like himself is dangling in front of Qin Kewen's eyes all day long, he actually turns a blind eye, but he speaks softly to a maid who is indiscriminate.

"Just like her, she doesn't look like a prince in a dragon robe, so why should you humiliate her!"

Mo Ruhui said this trickily, not only exalting herself, but also belittling Fang Qing.

Although Fang Qing knew that Mo Ruhui was scolding herself, she was right, she was indeed a maid.

Qin Kewen's face turned blue with anger, how much he valued Fang Qing, how much he hated others to belittle Fang Qing.

But as a man, he can't deal with Mo Ruhui, and he can't do anything, in case, Mo Ruhui uses what, the excuse that men and women don't kiss, rely on themselves, how can they compensate for the loss?

Thinking of this, Qin Kewen couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, and the hairs on his back stood up, this woman wouldn't have had such an idea in the first place, right?

Thinking of this, Qin Kewen only felt bored, and just wanted to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

"Shopkeeper, wrap it up for me."

The shopkeeper is a discerning person, this girl is sharp-tongued, not easy to mess with, besides, judging from his years of experience, this girl actually doesn't really want to buy this cheongsam, but she can't get along with the other party, and deliberately looks for bad luck.

Moreover, other people's silver tickets are placed on the counter, a full two hundred taels, if he doesn't do this business, he is a fool.

Is he a fool?

Of course not, so he made the deal.

The shopkeeper personally wrapped the cheongsam and handed it to Qin Kewen.

Unexpectedly, Mo Ruhui snatched it with his hands, picked up the scissors on the counter, and cut the cheongsam to pieces, "What Miss Ben likes, others don't want to take it." ”

Since she can't get it, then she will destroy it.

The shopkeeper opened his mouth and looked at Mo Ruhui with a blank expression, forgetting to react for a while, and when he reacted, the cheongsam had turned into a rag.

"My cheongsam!" The shopkeeper shouted sadly, sat on the ground, grabbed the rags on the ground with both hands, and his hard work for more than ten days was gone!

Qin Kewen clenched his fists, his heart fluctuated, and he couldn't wait to swing a fist on Mo Ruhui's shameless face.

But in the end, reason prevailed over anger.

He clenched his fist and put it down, looking at Mo Ruhui with a calm expression, "The birthday gift has been delivered, such an expensive gift, I must eat it back then." ”

The corners of Qin Kewen's mouth were crooked, and there was a hint of banter in his tone.

Mo Ruhui was stunned for a moment, her face was pale and gray.

Qin Kewen suddenly felt in a good mood, and took out another two hundred taels of silver tickets, "Miss Mo is rich, attending her birthday banquet, she is too shabby, wouldn't you lose Miss Mo's face, the shopkeeper, give my family Qing'er, and order a brocade cheongsam." ”

When the shopkeeper heard this, he quickly got up from the ground, he really had good luck today, and in the blink of an eye, the four hundred yuan silver ticket was put into his pocket.

Come back next time you quarrel, he won't pick it.

After measuring the size, Qin Kewen took Fang Qing away with satisfaction, leaving Mo Ruhui who gritted his teeth and had a hideous face.

"Shopkeeper," Mo Ru would throw down three hundred taels of silver tickets, "pick the best fabric and cut the cheongsam for me, it will be better and more beautiful than hers." ”

The shopkeeper's smile is so good that he can't see the gaps, such a customer, it's good to come a few more times.

And Liang Chaxiang, after passing the news to Qin Kewen, began to think about what he should do after the order was robbed.

At this time, Qin Mingwei, who was far away in Shanghai, walked into the hotel, stepped on the thick carpet, and took off the top hat on his head.

The waiter, wearing a black vest, a white shirt, a black bow, and a small tie, walked over politely.

"Mr. Qin, your telegram!"

The waiter respectfully handed over a telegram on brown paper to Qin Mingwei.

"There is labor!" Qin Mingwei took the telegram, owed a debt, and walked straight to the spiral staircase covered with red carpet, went up to the second floor, passed through the narrow passage, stopped at the door of the westernmost room, and took out the key to open the door.

Hang your hat on a coat rack, sit down on the sofa at the window, and unhurriedly unpack the telegram.

With just one glance, he frowned, what's the matter with Kewen's kid?

Thinking with his toes, it can't be this price, and it's worth sending a telegram to Shanghai?

Qin Mingwei stood up, walked to the window, put his hands behind his back, and looked at the Western-style building across the road.

White walls and red tiles, castle-like pointed roofs, and window glass reflect dazzling light in the sunlight.

Dorsett Hotel!

In that row of windows, he knew that there was a window behind it, and Xiao Zhen was there.

That telegram was crumpled into a paper ball in Qin Mingwei's hands.

Inside information? Upset? How did it come about? The girl named Liang Chaxiang gave it?

Qin Mingwei tugged at the corners of his mouth, his eyes were heavy, and he swept over the rows of windows, trying to see which window Xiao Zhen was hiding behind it.

In the past ten years of competition, he has never confronted Xiao Zhen head-on, and always deliberately avoided him, for example, he knew that Xiao Zhen would live in the Dorsett Hotel, so he chose the Peace Hotel opposite to stay, knowing that he had the habit of meeting guests in the morning, he chose to contact customers in the afternoon.

has avoided him for more than ten years, not because he is afraid, so he wants to avoid Xiao Zhen, but it is suitable, and the opportunity to go head-to-head has not yet come.

Turning and still sitting on the couch, he struck a match, lit the telegram, threw away the ashtray, and watched it slowly dissolve to ashes.

Xiao Zhen! Once, he trusted him so much, but how did he repay him?

Qin Mingwei reached out and touched his chest, where there was a long scar.

He exhaled heavily, he was no longer the stupid boy he was at the beginning, no matter what tricks Xiao Zhen played, he would not be fooled again. (To be continued.) )