Sweet Wife, be Good!

He Xiasheng followed Qiao Jin's footsteps unknowingly.

The sun was a little dazzling, shining shiningly on her body, the weather was clear and dry, and a stream of hot air evaporated.

Qiao Jin didn't care, taking photos while recording data.

She is very attentive and meticulous, and she will do her best what she believes.

As she used to be, it was always like this, with an attitude of not admitting defeat, she could do her best in everything.

Almost two hours passed from the place where I entered to the end of the entire scene.

Qiao Jin finally took a picture of the audience.

It happened that Fan Mingqi sent a WeChat message and asked her when she could finish her work. He happened to be working nearby and could make an appointment to have lunch together. By the way, we could discuss how to do this order before continuing.

Qiao Jin didn't reply to him first, but raised the phone and said, "Mr. He, I have already recorded the situation. Since you have nothing else to do, I will go back first."

Her mobile phone was set at the interface for chatting with Fan Mingqi.

He Xiasheng glanced, although he didn't see the specific content clearly, he still remembered the male colleague who asked her to have dinner on the weekend.

He squinted his eyes slightly: "I still have something to tell you, I'm afraid you will have to stay for a while."

"Why didn't you say something else?" Qiao Jin was a little unhappy, trying to keep Party B's humble attitude on her face.

"Aren't you busy taking pictures just now?"

Qiao Jin didn't say anything.

She bowed her head and replied to Fan Mingqi, telling him that she was still busy with Party A and asked him to go to dinner by himself. You can wait until work hours to consider the list.

After replying, she raised her head, and He Xiasheng looked away.

He Xiasheng raised his wrist and glanced at the time: "It's almost lunch time, I'm talking while eating."

Qiao Jin did not want to work hungry, and got into the car with He Xiasheng.

The small high heels are very worn, and after two hours of walking, her heels are now completely worn out.

In front of He Xiasheng, she did not make any limping movements.

There is no need to show weakness, and there is no need to show timidity in front of him.

She has reason to believe that He Xiasheng was completely deliberate.

Asking her to come to the construction site to see the scene, wearing such clothes and shoes, is simply another kind of torture.

The more he deliberately wants her to get embarrassed, the more serious she has to do a good job.

When getting in the car, Qiao Jin did not choose to sit in the co-pilot, but in the back row.

"Come ahead." He Xiasheng frowned displeased.

"I'm willing to sit here, spacious."

"You use me as a driver?"

Qiao Jin narrowed her mouth: "Don't dare, Mr. He. I don't dare to sit on an equal footing with you."

He Xiasheng did not insist anymore.

Qiao Jin took advantage of him to turn around and beat him on the head.

If it weren't for the future of Mingxi's design, which is related to the performance of the entire department, Qiao Jin really wants to blow his head.

He Xiasheng saw this movement in the rearview mirror.

His eyebrows deepened a bit, and he looked down and saw that she was taking off her shoes.

Qiao Jin took off her shoes, frowning with pain, her heels were completely worn out, and several blisters had formed.

When I didn't see the blisters, although the pain was a little bit painful, I could continue to walk.

Now looking at the wound in front of her, she felt that she couldn't even put her shoes in.