President Sony Ericsson: Woman, you are mine

Chapter 1891 The White Lotus Appears
She stared at herself in the mirror, hating her fingernails to the point of digging into her flesh.

Severe cold, sore throat, Qin Mei is making a cup of cold medicine.

Xia Zimo came over to wash with her son's cup, and seeing her coughing with red eyes, she suddenly felt guilty, and couldn't help but wonder if she had gone too far.

Xia Zimo used to hate this kind of Dongfang Chen the most, but now she is using her status as the president's wife to bully a little secretary.

"Qin..." She was about to speak, but she said in a cold voice, "Did I make you feel a sense of crisis, ma'am?"

What?Xia Zimo almost thought he heard it wrong.

Qin Mei, who was shaking the boiling water, said again: "You are really scared. We call you 'madam' for the president's sake. In fact... you are not the wife of the president, at best you are raised by the president. A woman who was lucky enough to give birth to a son."

Qin Mei's voice was cool and cool, and she didn't look back from the beginning to the end. She should have seen Xia Zimo's long skirt from the bright mirror under the water dispenser.

Qin Mei had also seen this dress in a magazine, but she couldn't afford it with half a year's salary.

Xia Zimo sneered, why, was Bai Lianhua completely exposed by her?

The red lips evoked a charming smile, and she folded her arms around her chest: "A sense of crisis? Do Miss Qin think she is worthy? I found that Miss Qin has a lot of self-confidence. I don't know where this self-confidence comes from?"

Qin Mei turned around with the water glass in her hand, and began to look at Xia Zimo.

Knowing that she was comparing, Xia Zimo smiled brightly, stood still, and asked her to compare.

Qin Mei's eyes were cold, and the more she looked at her, the more jealous she became. To be honest, Qin Mei has no advantage over her appearance. She has a vixen's face, which is indeed more charming than Xia Zimo's facial features.

But when it comes to temperament, Qin Mei is the type of vixen that men like and women envy, but Xia Zimo is born as a daughter, who is admired by men and envied by women, and who is more dignified and elegant in the upper class.

Perhaps the dissatisfaction and jealousy in her heart had reached the extreme and overwhelmed her rationality. Qin Mei threw away all her pretense and said with a smile, "I graduated from a prestigious school and went abroad for further studies, but I'm still studying in graduate school..."

Xia Zimo interrupted her disdainfully: "Famous school? Going abroad? Sorry, I graduated from the University of Paris."

Returning to her senses, Qin Mei blushed when she thought of Xia Zimo's background. She couldn't even match a single finger of his in terms of education and family background.

The tearing was torn apart, and she had to win once for the sake of one breath.

He actually held his head up and said something: "I don't depend on men to live, I'm self-reliant, I earn a salary that is several times higher than others, I work hard, my colleagues can't fault me ​​at all, even the president praises me, you are here Didn't you find out after watching these days, the president can't do without me in his job and life now."

Seeing the smug look on Qin Mei's face, Xia Zimo only felt it was funny. What Qin Mei meant was that she, Xia Zimo, was a woman who lived by a man and was useless without a man.

Well, she just didn't go to work for a while, but it didn't mean she was really living off a man.

Qin Mei has another meaning, that is, she made Xia Zimo feel a sense of crisis, so she came to guard Dongfang Chen every day these days.

"Miss Qin, I really feel sad for your outlook on life, and I don't blame you, the frog at the bottom of the well, all I see is a piece of sky looking up."

Dazed with jealousy, Qin Mei took a step forward, staring quietly at Xia Zimo's clothes, and said quietly: "Isn't it true that you can stand here without the president, and without the president, you can wear such expensive clothes?" Clothes, without the president, you can live such a good life, you are just luckier than us."

There were not a few in a row, but Xia Zimo still smiled triumphantly like a queen, raised her beautiful white hand and grabbed the silk scarf tied around Qin Mei's neck: "Miss Qin's silk scarf is not bad, it must not be cheap. "

Qin Mei still didn't know what was going on, so she replied proudly, "I bought it myself, it's really not cheap."

"Did you buy it yourself? How did I remember that this silk scarf was released by Rpano the year before last, and it was only sold abroad. Could it be a gift from a man?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? What I bought myself was what I bought, what was it from the year before last?" Qin Mei suddenly snatched the silk scarf excitedly.

Xia Zimo put down his hands, and smiled coquettishly: "The processed products that could not be sold last year must be much cheaper to sell this year."

Qin Mei became angry: "What do you know, why do you say it is from the year before last?"

"Because I was the chief designer of Rpano, I often see you wearing some small accessories of the Rpano brand, and I think it is very kind, although what you wear are old models from a few years ago, or processed products."

Qin Mei choked suddenly.

"This knot is wrong. Such a beautiful silk scarf should be tied with a bow on one side, so as to look noble and elegant." Xia Zimo said with a faint sarcasm on his face: "Miss Qin, don't compare with me. You were not born well. At least I won’t use this to laugh at you. You say that I have nothing without a man. You think so. Sometimes the world is very unfair. Just like you said, I’m just luckier than you. Yes, that's right, I am born lucky, even if I don't have to work and spend money from men, I can still support my son and buy expensive clothes. My biological father left me a big An inheritance, with tens of millions of dividends every year, my man loves me very much, so I don’t do anything, and he is willing to spend everything for me, pampering me to heaven, this is what you call luck, so you are jealous , envious not to come, because this is called life."

Hearing these words, Qin Mei's blood surged up, and she was so excited that she squeezed her palm tightly.

In a certain way, Xia Zimo is lucky, but she never takes pride in her luck, or makes fun of others. She once fell into the dust from a princess to Cinderella, and she never blamed the injustice of fate. Suffering has never left resentment, and with a sincere heart from beginning to end, he treats everyone around him kindly.

A good girl, God deserves luck to fall on her.

Qin Mei asked for it. A person like her is full of darkness and jealousy. She is not satisfied with the status quo and is full of unrealistic fantasies every day, forcing Xia Zimo to step on her.

Xia Zimo was about to turn around and wash the cup, while her son was waiting to drink the juice she squeezed for him.

Qin Mei was still holding her hands bitterly, when suddenly a small figure rushed over and pushed her hard, Qin Mei subconsciously pushed her back, and as a result, the hot water in the cup in her hand spilled out.

"Wow..." The child's cry sounded.

As soon as Xia Zimo turned her head, she saw her son being pushed to the ground, hot water flowing from his forehead, his white and tender cheeks were covered with cold medicine that Qin Mei had just prepared.

"Summer, summer!"

Qin Mei stood there, dumbfounded.

(End of this chapter)