The real daughter is too domineering, the boss becomes a delicate husband in seconds

Qiao Zhixia took the beautiful Song Yi to a small private room to drink coffee. Song Yi was unsure because this Mr. Luo was like a thorny rose under the sun, cold, elegant and noble.

As soon as she touched me, I felt that she could see into people's hearts. The black women's suit wrapped around her well-proportioned figure brought with her an indescribable charm, making her a role model of a successful woman.

Thinking about herself being trapped in a corner of the family, doing things she didn't like to do, the definition of her life became more and more confused, because she was Mrs. Li, and as long as Li Yuanfang didn't give in, she wouldn't be able to implement many things.

Qiao Zhixia took a sip of coffee with a little sugar in it, and looked at the change in Song Yi's expression. She roughly understood who the prototype of Ms. Song Shuangxue's secret warning to Ajin was, not to be like a certain scumbag who only bullied his wife.

"Ms. Song, from what you just said to Mr. Li, do you want to divorce your husband?"

Song Yi was stunned again in front of Qiao Zhixia. She really didn't expect that Mr. Luo would ask such a question as soon as they met. But why would he ask such a question?

"I...I...did have this plan." I tried to make do with it, but later I found out that not all compromises can bring peace, and not all bad things can be eliminated.

If she continued to give in, things would only get worse and worse, and she would fall more and more into a state of self-doubt. She hadn't realized it before, but with the recent incidents, Li Yuanfang had completely crossed all her bottom lines.

Although she knew her parents would be disappointed, she didn't want to settle for a marriage that didn't belong to her.

Qiao Zhixia stirred the coffee in the cup and asked again, "Do you still like your husband now?"

"Mr. Luo, I don't quite understand what you mean by asking these questions." They were not good friends, and this was the first time they met and they asked this question. Song Yi couldn't tell someone she had just met about her marital status.

Seeing that Song Yi did not casually confide her emotional problems because of her unhappiness in life, Qiao Zhixia was more satisfied with Song Yi's reaction. If Song Yi had no feelings for Li Yuanfang, she would be the most suitable person.

"Ms. Song, I have a short play script in my hand, and the cast has been almost decided, but there is a vicious female supporting role, and because the actor cannot come due to something, I need to fill in the role. Your appearance is quite consistent with the characterization in the script, I wonder if you are interested in participating?"

"Act a skit?" Song Yi really didn't react. One second he was asking her about her relationship status, and the next second he was giving her a skit script. How could it be so casual?

Qiao Zhixia: "Short plays are different from TV plays. They don't take as long and won't delay you for too long. As long as you squeeze in some time, you only need to take out a month to cooperate with the filming.

As for the pay, I think it might be a little low for you, Miss Song, about 10,000 a day, but don't worry about one thing, the short dramas I started are not low-cost, the cost investment is still quite high, it's just simplified into the form of short dramas."

Song Yi held up a finger and said, "Ten thousand a day?" She had never lacked money in her family before, but after getting married, she felt that ten thousand yuan was an astronomical figure.

Qiao Zhixia nodded. Song Yi's information was in the file. Although her Song family was only a distant relative of Ms. Song Shuangxue, the company was also in the upper-middle level. However, Song Yi was not a genius in business, so when choosing a husband, her parents hoped that she would choose someone with business capabilities.

After Li Yuanfang came to propose marriage, after some time of getting along, Song Yi had a good impression of him so they got married. As for Song Yi's company, after deciphering Li Yuanfang's computer email the day before yesterday, it was discovered that many of the Song family's businesses had been handed over to Li Yuanfang to assist in management this year.

From the conversation between Li Yuanfang and the old couple of the Song family, it is estimated that after this year's stock market is settled, the company will be transferred to Song Yi's name next year, but it is obvious that the company's business will be managed entirely by Li Yuanfang.

Because Song Yi was not good at business, she was actually not very clear about the situation at home. Song's parents also thought that their daughter was living a happy life and were willing to let Li Yuanfang manage the group's affairs on their behalf.

"Miss Song, are you interested in participating?" She was standing there watching the eight o'clock show just now, and was very satisfied with Miss Song's performance. She was not weak and could be bullied. Although she was at a disadvantage, her character was not too weak and she had her own ideas.

Song Yi was silent for a long while, and suddenly asked softly: "Mr. Luo, is your sexual orientation normal?" Mainly because this matter was really weird. She felt that apart from the title of Mrs. Li, she probably just looked more comfortable.

The corners of Qiao Zhixia's mouth twitched. This question seemed familiar. In an instant, someone's face came to her mind. "My sexual orientation is normal. Don't worry, I like men, not women."

"I'm sorry, it happened too fast." Song Yi took the business card and looked at the person in front of her: "Mr. Luo, I want to know what you need me to do?"

No reward without merit, Song Yi still trusts his intuition.

Qiao Zhixia: "Ms. Song, you think too much. I don't need you to do anything now."

"What about the future?" Song Yi asked.

Qiao Zhixia stirred the coffee in her hand. "I don't need Miss Song to do anything in the future. But if Miss Song wants to protect herself one day, you can exchange the thing you think is most valuable with me. At that time, I can support Miss Song and we will ensure that you have nothing to worry about."

Before Song Yi could figure it out, Qiao Zhixia drank the coffee in one gulp without frowning, "Thank you Miss Song for the coffee today. I hope we can have a better cooperative relationship in the future."

After saying this, Qiao Zhixia left.

In the car, Xu Qian turned on the music and drove. He put on the Bluetooth headset, seemingly listening to the music, but actually communicating in a low voice.

"Miss, you are not getting close to Li Yuanfang, but getting close to Miss Song. Aren't you afraid that Miss Song will go back and alert the enemy?"

Qiao Zhixia glanced outside and said, "No, it's just a short play, and I'm not going to the Li family. If Li Yuanfang knew that I invited Song Yi to film, at least during this period of time, he would only use the relationship between Song Yi and me to please Song Yi and come to curry favor with me."

Wu Qian didn’t quite understand.

"When I went to Yang Qimin to ask for his position, the people in the dark already knew my actions. It was enough for them to know that Ah Jin and I were not on the same boat.

As for the Li family, as long as I don't take the initiative to approach Li Yuanfang and Li Ya, they won't be able to spare too much energy to track down the others one by one. Besides, Song Yi is only called Mrs. Li, and the Song family is about to fall into the hands of the Li family. They will not let Song Yi and the Song family find out that there is something wrong with her life. "

Wu Qian seemed to understand, but didn't quite understand. Never mind, it was a bit brain-burning, so he decided to just wait for the execution order to be given.

Qiao Zhixia instructed again: "Pick someone who doesn't have a high sense of presence to be Song Yi's assistant. Just let him be a good assistant now. No special action is needed. Also, pick a lively girl in the company to be Song Yi's life assistant."

"Ok!"

Qiao Zhixia finally selected three New Year's Day gifts in an ancient alley. Since large-value items were sent back and forth, someone had been racking his brains to think of what to give, so he only picked one gift this time, lest that fool always felt that he didn't give enough.