Rebirth of the wealthy daughter-in-law

Chapter 39
Zhu Qian was lying in the VIP room of the beauty salon, enjoying Xiaomo's facial massage.She recharged a 19999 yuan diamond card in this beauty salon and designated Xiao Mo as her beautician.The boss's face suddenly blossomed with joy. You must know that such a mid-range beauty salon like hers, such high-end customers are rare. She believed that it was Xiaomo's credit, and looked at Xiaomo with eyes filled with admiration. Xiaomo also raised her eyebrows for a while.

The reason why Zhu Qian was willing to spend this money was because she wanted to help Xiaomo increase her performance, and secondly, because this kind of consumption could be done by credit card, and Zhao Xicheng would pay for it without using her private money.As long as it wasn't embarrassing for her to ask Zhao Xicheng for money, basically she would not be polite!
Zhu Qian said to Xiaomo: "Take a break, you don't have to work so hard if you do it for me, it's so tiring."

Xiaomo smiled: "Who said that, in my eyes, you are my parents, and you have to take good care of me. I also count on you to buy more products with me!"

Zhu Qian held her hand and sat down beside her, and said with a smile, "Don't talk to me less, don't worry, I will sell back a lot of the products you recommend."

Xiaomo's eyes narrowed into a slit with a smile: "This has made me look good. In the first two months, when my performance was not good, I didn't know how much I was offended by the boss. Now, when she sees me, she smiles. Let go!"

Zhu Qian sat up, looked at her and said, "Xiao Mo, I want to learn image design, do you want to come with me? I will pay for the tuition."

Xiao Mo wondered, "Why do you really want to learn image design?"

Zhu Qian said: "One is because life is too boring, and the other is because it is always good to come back after learning more skills, and now image design is very popular!" She suddenly remembered something, and asked: "Aren't you going to help me find Are you an expert? Any news?"

"My relative contacted a very famous one, but that expert went to Wudang Mountain to clean up and repair, and he won't be back until next month."

Wudang Mountain!clean up!It sounded very capable, and Zhu Qian couldn't help but her confidence soared.

Xiaomo couldn't help reminding her: "Qianqian, it's not always a success! You still have to be mentally prepared, what if you can't go back?"

Zhu Qian fell silent. These days, whenever she thought of this question, her mind got stuck, and then she simply stopped thinking about it, and focused on counting on that expert.

Xiaomo continued: "According to me, if you really can't come back, you can stay at Zhao's house, where you don't have to worry about life for the rest of your life, and didn't you say that Zhao Xicheng is not as bad as you imagined? Since he is Junxi's older brother, he must be good-looking too. How hard is it to find such a rich, capable and handsome husband! Of course, Qiao Zheng is also a good choice, but do you mind if he doesn't love you... ...I think it's better for you to be your wealthy daughter-in-law with peace of mind."

Zhu Qian lowered her head and said softly after a while: "Let's talk about it after the expert has seen it!"

If he could go back, he still had to go back. After all, he still had relatives. After all, there was hope for Brother Qiao Zheng only after going back.

But if he really went back, he and Zhao Xicheng would be strangers...

Thinking of this, Zhu Qian actually felt depressed and uncomfortable.

She changed the topic, "You should think about my proposal carefully! It's always good to learn more!"

As expected, Xiaomo was distracted by her: "Your husband would you like to learn?"

"I'll talk to him. He seems to be very talkative recently."

Really, it's like a different person...

Before leaving, Xiaomo blushed and took her hand and said, "When will you take me to see your uncle again!"

When mentioning Xijun, Zhu Qian couldn't help but sigh: "Now that he has started working in the company, I guess he will leave the stage in the future."

Xiao Mo had an expression of the end of the world: "How could this happen, what a pity! What can we Junxi fans do?"

Zhu Qian sighed again: "That's not true."

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While Zhu Qian was actively looking for information on learning image design online, she received an unexpected phone call.

The voice on the phone was soft and greasy: "We haven't gone shopping together since we were very young. The weather is not bad today and the sun is not too bright. Let's go for a walk!"

Zhu Qian was confused and asked, "Who are you?"

The voice on the phone was silent for a while before it rang again: "Shao Lin, I am your good friend Wen Fang! Come out, let's go shopping! I am right outside your house right now.

Wenfang?Zhu Qian was disgusted in her heart, she really didn't understand how this woman could be so shameless, she still had the nerve to call her and claim to be a good friend, and even asked her to go shopping!

Zhu Qian wanted to hang up the phone and ignore her, but on second thought, go and see what tricks she plays!Besides, Zhao Xicheng said that he and her are over, but I don't know if it's true...

But why should she care about this?Did they end up having anything to do with her...

Although the mouth is so muttering, but in the end it is still the curiosity in my heart.She changed her clothes and went downstairs to talk to Mrs. Zhao.

Mrs. Zhao saw that she was so obedient and got along very well with her son, and she liked it very much, so she said: "It's good to go out and go for a walk with your friends. Staying with me at home every day will really bore you to death! But don't be like I came back so late last time."

Zhu Qian smiled and agreed.

When she walked out of the gate, she saw Wen Fang leaning against a red convertible sports car.Zhu Qian couldn't help but startled when she saw her, she... lost a lot of weight.

It had just rained heavily in the morning, and there was a gray tone between the sky and the earth. The air was humid and hot, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

Wen Fang was wearing a fiery red dress with heavy makeup on her face, but such elaborate attire could not conceal her haggardness and desolation.

(End of this chapter)