"Since your husband is here, I won't disturb you." Ye Weiqi said hello with a smile and left.
Xiang Zichen came over, looked at Huang Qiao who was taking a diaphragm, and smiled tenderly: "My dear, I thought you were going to commit suicide?"
"No, I won't die so easily." Huang Qiao said firmly.
"Well, that's good. Otherwise, if you die, the first thing I will do is to kill the Sihai Group to mourn you." Xiang Zichen reached out and touched Huang Qiao's face.
Huang Qiao stared at him: "Xiang Zichen, people like you will not end well."
Xiang Zichen laughed: "Tsk, tsk, it's not good for you to curse me like this. If I die, you will be a widow."
four days later
The couple returned to China, and Xiang Zichen continued to be busy with the company. Huang Qiao missed her parents very much and wanted to call them, but neither the mobile phone nor the landline could get through. Maybe the phone number at home had really changed.
after dinner
Huang Qiao walked into Xiang Zichen's study for the first time. Xiang Zichen immediately turned off the laptop and frowned: "Didn't I tell you, don't come in if you have nothing to do?"
"I have something to discuss with you." Huang Qiao said calmly.
"Say." Once Xiang Zichen is disturbed at work, his attitude is extremely cold, and Huang Qiao is no exception.
"I want to find a job."
"Impossible." As soon as Huang Qiao finished speaking, he immediately denied it.
"Why?" Huang Qiao asked unconvinced.
"Because you are the young lady of the Xiang family, based on this status, you are not suitable for finding a job, but if you want to achieve boredom, you can become my book fan." Xiang Zichen said with more interest.
"Impossible, I'm not studying to be a secretary, nor will I have such a boring career. I want to be a designer." Huang Qiao also immediately rejected Xiang Zichen's proposal.
"Then there's no need to discuss it. You can go out and don't delay my work." Xiang Zichen issued an eviction order without ceremony.
"No matter what, I have to work anyway." Huang Qiao started to be willful.
After being married for so long, this was the first time he saw her so willful. Of course, Xiang Zichen would not understand how much Huang Qiao loved her job as a perfume designer, so he could not understand Huang Qiao's current mood.
"If I don't say it, I won't. I don't want to repeat what I said. Don't make me angry, otherwise... you know my methods." Xiang Zichen began to lose patience and threatened her directly.
It was because he kept threatening her that she became even more angry: "Why do you always use this method to force me to compromise? Xiang Zichen, I look down on you. You are just a humble and pitiful person."
After Huang Qiao vented loudly, she turned around and left. However, Xiang Zichen felt that something in a corner of his heart had been touched. Yes, his life was unhappy. His childhood was spent with laptop computers.
Even so, his mother was very strict with him.
He doesn't know what warmth or family affection is, he only knows that he is a tool of revenge for his mother...
What about Huang Qiao, is this his revenge job?
Huang Qiao's noise was heard by the housekeeper, and she told the old witch truthfully the next day.
The old witch's face was livid, waiting to interrogate Huang Qiao again, her daughter-in-law who she didn't like at all...
"Young madam, the old madam wants to see you." At six o'clock in the morning, Huang Qiao was called down by the housekeeper as soon as she got up.