The female supporting role in Quick Wear fell in love at first sight again

Wei Zhao's desk is made of fine sandalwood. You can smell a faint scent of sandalwood as soon as you enter. There is an incense burner lit in the middle of the desk, and a painting with his own handwriting hangs on the wall of the office.

Wei Zhao hung the suit jacket in his hand on the hanger and sat down, ignoring Mo Jiaojiao who was looking at him curiously with her eyes rolling around behind him.

Mo Jiaojiao shrank behind the door in fear, her big watery eyes secretly looking at Wei Zhao who was sitting behind the desk and reading documents.

Mo Jiaojiao's best friend Wu Qian asked her to attend a class reunion tonight a few months ago. She had told Song Ming about it early on, and she even came early today to wait for him. Unexpectedly, Song Ming had something to do and couldn't go, so she asked Wei Zhao to accompany her.

Mo Jiaojiao was very afraid of Wei Zhao from the bottom of her heart. She didn't know why. The first time she met Wei Zhao was in a bar. It was the first time she had been to a bar in her life. She went there because Song Ming said he would take her to meet his good brothers.

The music in the bar was very loud, and there were men and women in cool clothes everywhere. Mo Jiaojiao followed Song Ming a little uncomfortably. Song Ming received a call and asked her to go over first.

As soon as she pushed open the door of the box, she was startled by a loud shout. Wei Zhao, who was sitting at the innermost part of the sofa, was wearing a black shirt and blended into the darkness. The ambiguous light shone on his gloomy face.

"I've already told you, no PR needed. Don't you bar owners understand what I'm saying? Get out of here! Don't make me say it again."

Mo Jiaojiao was so frightened that she was trembling, her body pressed against the door. It was the first time someone said that to her. She knew that Wei Zhao mistook her for a female public relations officer, so she mustered up the courage to defend herself in a low voice.

“I’m not a PR girl.”

Her voice was too soft and was drowned out by the noisy music in the private room. Wei Zhao didn't hear clearly what she said. He frowned impatiently and looked up and down at her body with contempt. He exhaled a puff of smoke from his mouth.

"How can any customer choose you if you wear such a long skirt? You're already a PR girl and you're still pretending to be innocent."

Mo Jiaojiao was so angry that she bit her lip in grievance, then glared at Wei Zhao angrily, and shouted with a red face.

"I told you, I'm not a PR girl."

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Ming pushed the door open. He didn't realize that there was a strange atmosphere in the private room. He put his arm around Mo Jiaojiao's shoulders and brought her to Wei Zhao.

"Old Wei, this is my girlfriend, Mo Jiaojiao. Jiaojiao, this is my good brother Wei Zhao, who is also my partner."

Mo Jiaojiao didn't want to say hello to Wei Zhao. Wei Zhao had just called her a female public relations officer, which made her feel very uncomfortable. Her impression of Wei Zhao was greatly reduced. She originally thought that Song Ming's good brother would be a gentle and elegant gentleman like him, but she didn't expect Wei Zhao to be such a person.

Wei Zhao on the opposite side was stunned for a few seconds, then nodded lightly.

"Oh, I see."

Mo Jiaojiao came back to her senses from her memories. The thought of going to the class reunion with Wei Zhao made her feel uncomfortable. She was wondering whether she should tell Wu Qian that she would not attend.

"Do you like standing?"

Wei Zhao on the opposite side looked up from the documents and saw Mo Jiaojiao standing at the door in a daze. Mo Jiaojiao had dressed up specially today, but her clothes had always been rather well-behaved and conservative.

No matter how she dresses up, others will only think she is a delicate and weak good girl.

She was wearing a light blue sleeveless dress that reached just above her knees, and silver-white backless high-heeled sandals. Her round and cute toes were painted with the same silver-white nail polish, making them look like round, colorful pearls.

Her legs were long and thin, with a healthy flesh-pink hue at the knee joints, and she was carrying a cute white pearl bag in her hand.

Mo Jiaojiao pouted a little unhappily, then moved slowly to the sofa like a snail. Wei Zhao's sofa was just like everyone else's, hard and cold. Mo Jiaojiao tugged at the hem of her skirt, trying to cushion her butt. However, her skirt was a little short, and a large section was missing when she sat down, so there was still some length left for her to cushion her butt.

While she was hesitating, Wei Zhao stood up and covered her legs with a clean blanket.

"Are you a wooden person?"

Mo Jiaojiao rubbed the blanket in her hands angrily. Wei Zhao was such a bad guy who didn't understand romance. His words were as sinister and vicious as he was.

Wei Zhao ignored her. He finished the work at hand and looked up to find that Mo Jiaojiao had fallen asleep on the sofa.

Her head rested on the back of the sofa, her flower-bud-like hairstyle was flattened, and her lips, painted with lip gloss, were shiny and looked like a sweet and delicious pudding.

Wei Zhao pressed his sore temples and subconsciously opened the table to light a cigar. Suddenly, he thought of the last time they met, someone frowned and looked at him with disgust. He sighed and gave up the idea.

Mo Jiaojiao was sleeping soundly. She dreamed of a handsome blue-eyed man who was kissing her. They were entangled on the cold ground. She was like a fish out of water, desperately absorbing water. A smell of blood came from the sticky air.

Suddenly a gunshot was heard, and the extreme happiness came to an abrupt end. The lovers who had just been cuddling suddenly fell down.

"Mo Jiaojiao, get up, don't sleep anymore."

Mo Jiaojiao was woken up by someone. She rubbed her sleepy eyes. She almost saw the man's face clearly just now. She only remembered that he had a pair of blue eyes.

Wei Zhao looked at her fair and tender little face, which was rosy with sleep because she had just woken up, and her dazed look like a silly little fox. His iron-hard heart suddenly collapsed.

"I'm not talking about eating, let's go."

After Wei Zhao finished speaking, he put on his suit jacket, opened the door and walked out.

Mo Jiaojiao took out a mirror from her small bag. The girl in the mirror had bright eyes and white teeth, a pair of sparkling almond-shaped eyes, chubby cheeks, and dimples when she smiled. She took out the lip gloss, painted her lips bright, pouted in front of the small mirror, kissed twice, and then put the mirror back with satisfaction.

Wei Zhao stood at the door and waited for a long time, but no one came out. He took a look inside and saw Mo Jiaojiao facing Bobo. Her flesh-pink lips were in a kissing posture, which made his heart warm.

Wei Zhao took a look and quickly looked away, but the image of her pouting, looking seductively and inviting him to kiss her involuntarily emerged in his mind.

Mo Jiaojiao followed Wei Zhao in small steps. Wei Zhao was tall and walked fast, so Mo Jiaojiao took several steps after taking one step. She looked at Wei Zhao who was waiting for her by the car in front with some difficulty.

Mo Jiaojiao trotted over with small steps. Her breathing became rapid. She opened her mouth to take deep breaths, then muttered softly.

"Can't you just wait for me?"

Mo Jiaojiao lives up to her name and speaks like a spoiled child. The ending syllables of her words are always drawn out, and her tone is soft. Her voice is like honey in a honey pot. Wei Zhao felt that his throat was cloying with the sweetness.