The chief sweetheart

Chapter 3: Pain deep into the bone marrow

Qiao Xiaoxin only thinks it's funny. What's wrong with men now? Do you think it's her fault because of the waitress's fault? This man is so stingy.

Tonight's performance has made her very tired, and now she has no strength to spend time with him.

"Let's get out of the way!" Qiao Xiaoxin shouted in a low voice, with deep and shallow anger in her eyes.

Rong Heng smiled. In fact, just now, he still remembered Qiao Xiaoxin, but he didn't expect to meet again today.

However, Qiao Xiaoxin completely aroused his interest in this encounter.

Rong Heng bent down and stared at Qiao Xiaoxin's egg-like tender and smooth face, with an impulse to get close.

"Miss Qiao, did you break into my room like this and communicate with the waiter? If I don't respond... Aren't I sorry for your painstaking efforts?"

Rong Heng smiled lazily, and his eyes were full of provocative smell.

Qiao Xiaoxin twitched the corners of her mouth, blushed, and almost couldn't help slapming him.

However, she has fallen from a rich lady to a depressed daughter. From heaven to hell, she has learned to endure.

Damn it! Ruffy!

"Rong Heng! You bastard, get out of the way! A obscene person like you will only guess others with obscene thoughts!" Qiao Xiaoxin shouted coldly. There was a stubborn light in his eyes, "I refuse Rong Shao again and again. Don't you really know what I mean?"

"Miss Qiao is an actor, isn't she the most worthy of the presumptive trick?"

Rong Heng's smile hurt Qiao Xiaoxin's heart.

She raised her head and stared coldly at the slightly joking eyes. Is this man so strong and so domineering that he can't leave?

Qiaoxin suddenly bit Rong Heng's arm fiercely. Rong Heng was in pain and had to let go. She slid out like a fish and turned around and sneered at Rong Heng, "Long Shao, your imagination is too exaggerated. I'm sorry, I don't have time to go down with you first!"

After saying that, Qiao Xiaoxin turned around and left, welcoming her little assistant Xiaotao.

Yong Heng's jade-like pupils opened pink smile like peach blossoms.

Such a woman is so interesting.

I'm afraid that countless women will do everything they can to have a relationship with him so that they can get some benefits, but this woman avoids him like a snake and a scorpion. Now Qiao Xiaoxin is not her as before, and the depressed daughter should seize the opportunity to take the throne.

It can be seen that Qiao Xiaoxin is a principled woman. She is strong and confident and believes that she still has a way out, right?

Yong Heng looked at Qiao Xiaoxin's back, and the corners of his lips rose slightly.

The two entered the elevator and wanted to leave the gorgeous hotel. As soon as the elevator door opened, Qiao Xiaoxin saw the familiar face - her ex-boyfriend Zhang Zifei.

Zhang Zifei was chatting with a man, and Yang Shi on one side showed a girl's smile. Such temperament, such calmness, such calmness, coupled with Yang Shi's own elegance and nobility, no wonder Zhang Zifei was fascinated by her.

"Look, isn't that Qiao Xiaoxin, the woman who just performed?"

"Quickly!"

"Hello, Miss Qiao, I'm the general manager of XX Group. Nice to meet you."

A man with a big fat belly came over with a self-righteous smile.

"Miss Qiao, I'm the boss of XX company. Why don't we have dinner together..."

Four or five men surrounded Qiao Xiaoxin and Xiaotao all of a sudden.

Xiaotao is at least a newly graduated college student. She has only been Qiao Xiaoxin's assistant for only a month. She rarely saw such a scene. She couldn't help shrinking her neck slightly, but she still stood in front of Qiao Xiaoxin.

"I'm sorry, Miss Joe's performance is a little tired. Let's get together with everyone another day."

Xiaotao quickly said that this was just a polite word, but some men were ignorant and very barbaric, blocking Qiao Xiaoxin's way.

Qiao Xiaoxin remained calm, only feeling that these men were sanctimonious, but their bones were full of disgusting vulgarity.

"Miss Qiao, why are you pretending to be pure? Now Qiao is bankrupt, so you have to come out to make money. Since you are fooling around, why don't you follow me?

The man with a big belly wears precious casual clothes as if he was pregnant for four or five months. After all, Qiao Xiaoxin was born in a rich family. At a glance, she could see that such casual clothes are a brand finely hand-made by a French company.

But such a precious casual clothes are worn on this man, like a husband's chicken in a gorgeous coat, which makes people disgusted at a glance.

"Sir, you are so humorous that you want me to follow a husband like you? It's ridiculous." Qiao Xiaoxin sneered in her heart and almost said this sentence.

However, she still kept a ladylike smile, "Sir, I'm not such a woman. Thank you for your kindness!"

But these five men around her didn't mean to get out of the way at all.

"Please get out of the way. We still have something important to do." Xiaotao was bold and said loudly.

"Miss Qiao, why are you in such a hurry? Why don't we have dinner together? Everyone is so predestined?"

Another man also stared at Qiao Xiaoxin's beautiful figure with a smile, with interest in his eyes.

Fate? They don't know each other at all. How can they be predestined?

These men, Qiao Xiaoxin felt extremely disgusting when she saw them.

The Qiao Xiaoxin who just performed is too hard to forget.

Qiao Xiaoxin forcibly resisted the impulse to swear and calmed down. "I'm really sorry. Let's have dinner with everyone when we have time."

"Sister Xin, I haven't seen you for a few days, and you have become charming." The voice of an indifferent woman came in, two men got out of the way, and Yang Shi took Zhang Zi to fly over.

When Zhang Zifei saw Qiao Xiaoxin, he couldn't help but be stunned, and a wisp of surprise flashed through his eyes.

Although Qiao Xiaoxin has removed her makeup, her dress is not the same as the previous simple style.

Now Qiao Xiaoxin is beautiful and elegant.

The former Qiao Xiaoxin's pure, simple and exquisite face always has a coldness.

Zhang Zifei was pulled in by Yang Shi. When he saw Qiao Xiaoxin, he couldn't help but feel a wisp of disgust in his heart, but his eyes showed concern.

"It turned out to be Miss Yang. Miss Yang is so busy that it's really surprising to meet you here." Qiao Xiaoxin saw her rival and the murderer who harmed Qiao's family, but she remained calm.

"Xiaoxin, you don't look well. Do you need help? Tell me, maybe I can help you?" Zhang Zifei asked gently, with the care between friends in his eyes.

Qiao Xiaoxin kept a reserved smile on her face and looked at the familiar face. A torn pain slowly surged up.

Zhang Zifei's hypocritical care was so ironic to Qiao Xiaoxin. She smiled and said, "No, thank you, Mr. Zhang for your concern."

Her attitude is neither humble nor arrogant, seemingly polite, but she rejects people thousands of miles away.

"Xiaoxin, I know that Qiao's family is in some difficulties now. If you want to help, just ask. If we can help, we will definitely help." Yang Shi began to pretend to be a little rabbit, looked at Qiao Xiaoxin sympathetically and said softly.

"Yes, A Shi is right, Xiaoxin, don't be afraid to bother us." Zhang Zifei said with a smile.

Qiao Xiaoxin is so aggrieved that she wants to vomit blood.

The man on one side was rejected by Qiao Xiaoxin, and he was not happy, but he still smiled, "Miss Qiao can come to me if you need help. Why don't you have a face to eat?"

"Yes, Miss Qiao is so beautiful. We are very happy to help. How about having a meal?" Other men also smiled and extended a helping hand to Qiao Xiaoxin.

Zhang Zifei looked at Qiao Xiaoxin anxiously, as if he couldn't bear it.

And Yang Shi secretly pinched Zhang Zifei fiercely.

Looking at smiling faces, Qiao Xiaoxin really wants to vomit,

These hypocritical and disgusting people really dirty her world, making her want to erase the existence of these people immediately. However, reason told her that this situation can't offend these powerful people!

She still has to make money and doesn't want to be erased immediately in this circle!