The Sweet Wife of the Seventies

Seeing that he was not angry, but really asking for leave, the Secretary boldly popularized the advantages and disadvantages of the color numbers of those brands of lipstick just now, "Mr. Zhao... Mr. Zhao, is our group going to enter the cosmetics industry?"

The Secretary asked weakly.

Otherwise, how can president Zhao, who is tall in his family, buy so much lipstick?

Is there any bad hobby?

"No." Zhao Qitao shook his head. "Buy it for my wife, but I don't know what model she likes, so you can buy it all."

Secretary, "..."

Too... Too?

When did president Zhao get married?

Porcelain puppets... A wave of Secretaries' girlish hearts were completely shattered, but they felt that Zhao Qitao made them more infatuated.

"How envious."

"President Zhao is unexpectedly married, and my heart is broken." A secretary clutching his chest said, "but why would I prefer such president Zhao?"

"No wonder we, Mr. Zhao, are getting more and more grounded these days."

"You said, who is this lucky woman in the end? How envious."

The whole secretary room is going to boil.

But no one knows who their president's wife is.

"Is it that Fang Qin?" Secretary Zhang whispered, "not the pianist who returned to China some time ago, but the one who had an affair with president Zhao?"

"Yes, they are the official CP."

"I also think it's a good match for a talented woman."

"But I don't like her very much." The smallest secretary in the office said weakly, "I always feel that she is a fake."

"Do you know her?" Secretary Zhang said.

"No... No." The little secretary pouted.

She doesn't want to know that hypocrite.

"So much lipstick, I'm sure one color a day." The secretaries quickly turned to lipstick.

The little secretary smiled.

If it was for Fang Qin, she must think so.

That woman's favorite is to bang se, not to mention Zhao Qitao gave it to her.

However, she will soon know whether it is Fang Qin.

Just look at the speed at which she changes lipstick.

Zhao Qitao didn't know about the secretary room. After buying lipstick, Zhao Qitao looked at the lipstick on a table and wondered how to give it to Liu Sitian.

Liu Sitian seldom wears makeup, and the most she can do is wear lipstick.

He just doesn't know what model she likes.

"Mr. Zhao, what else can I do for you?" The Secretary asked.

Zhao Qitao waved her out. When the Secretary arrived at the door, he stopped her and asked, "what else do you... Girls like? Besides lipstick."

"Hmm..." the Secretary thought, "perfume, no woman doesn't like perfume."

Perfume?

Zhao Qitao nodded to let the secretary out, and then made a phone call, "yes, you get it for me."

"Yes, Tao Zi." The funny voice of the man on the phone. "I also said that you finally remembered me, so you called me this overseas call. Why? Chasing girls? Iron trees are blooming."

"Well." Zhao Qitao smiled, "but not chasing girls, my wife."

"What? I didn't hear it wrong. You're married. OK, you." The other party said happily, "I'll contract my sister-in-law's perfume in the future."

"Can't I afford it?" Zhao Qitao said, "I'll buy my woman's perfume myself. Just find it for me."

This jealousy is not ordinary.