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

Mo Jiaojiao felt that the meal was really boring, but she still had a big trick up her sleeve. Among the three people, only Wei Zhao seemed to be at ease, but the other two were probably not feeling well.

Mo Jiaojiao wiped her lips and casually placed the handkerchief on the table.

"By the way, tomorrow is my dad's tea party. Do you want to come? There should be people among my dad's tea friends that you would like to meet. It would be helpful for your business. Sister Jianing, you should come too. You don't have a boyfriend yet, right? There will be a lot of young talents tomorrow."

After Mo Jiaojiao finished speaking, she stood up, picked up her small bag and prepared to leave. If she stayed for a few more seconds, she would feel like vomiting when looking at the faces of these three people.

Song Ming and Wei Zhao looked at each other, and Song Ming stood up to see Mo Jiaojiao off.

Mo Jiaojiao glanced at him calmly and said, "You don't have to send me off. I have a driver. Sorry, Song Ming, my father is worried about my safety. He insisted that I bring bodyguards with me, so you'd better not send me off. I remember you don't like being watched."

Mo Jiaojiao glanced coldly at the three people sitting there, then opened the door without hesitation. Eight tall and handsome bodyguards were standing outside the door. The bodyguards immediately came in and took away Mo Jiaojiao's bag and the things she bought.

Song Ming just watched Mo Jiaojiao being surrounded by bodyguards without even turning her head. He felt a little strange and uncomfortable. Mo Jiaojiao was a little strange today. Usually she would act coquettishly and ask him to take her home. Why was she so cold today? This was totally unlike her style.

Wei Zhao loosened the tie around his neck, took out a cigarette box from his pocket, took out a cigarette without hesitation, lit it up, and took a puff. He knew that Miss Mo Jiaojiao didn't like smoking, so in order to please her, Song Ming never smoked in front of her.

Song Ming glanced at Xue Jianing irritably, "Old Wei, give me one."

Wei Zhao pushed the dinner box over with his hand, and Song Ming also took a cigarette and lit it to his lips.

"Should we go tomorrow? Mo Tiandong, that old fox, is not easy to deal with. Don't you think Mo Jiaojiao is a little strange today?"

Wei Zhao glanced at the empty seat next to him. He seemed to be able to smell a faint fragrance, which came from Mo Jiaojiao. She didn't seem to like to wear perfume, but she had an indescribable fragrance on her body. It smelled very good, and he liked it very much.

"Any one of Mo Tiandong's tea friends is probably either rich or noble. Why wouldn't they take the free resources that are delivered to their doorstep? What are they afraid of? No matter how powerful Mo Tiandong is, he won't do us in front of Mo Jiaojiao."

Song Ming never told Xue Jianing how he and Mo Jiaojiao met, but she had heard a lot of rumors in the company. There were always rumors in the company that Song Ming didn't like Mo Jiaojiao at all, and he was attracted by Mo Tiandong's power.

It seems that the rumors are not necessarily false. Song Ming really doesn't like Mo Jiaojiao. Does this mean that she still has a chance?

"I think what Wei Zhao said makes sense. Song Ming, would you consider it?"

Song Ming glared at Xue Jianing with disdain, "What do you know? Mo Tiandong is not an ordinary person. This is a tea party. If any of you know anything about tea art, you will just make a fool of yourself if you go there."

Xue Jianing lowered her head in grievance, "Why don't we find a tea artist."

At this time, Song Ming suddenly thought of Mo Jiaojiao. Mo Jiaojiao knew tea art. Mo Tiandong liked to drink tea. Mo Jiaojiao had been influenced by her since she was a child, so she understood tea art.

Apart from her spoiled personality, Mo Jiaojiao is capable of many other things. As the daughter of a wealthy man, she is raised with money, so naturally she has an outstanding temperament and is very presentable.

He couldn't help but compare Xue Jia and Mo Jiaojiao in his mind. When they were dating before, he just felt sorry for Xue Jianing and wanted to be good to her, so he only saw her strengths.

But now that he has achieved success in his career, he looks back and realizes that Xue Jianing never seemed to help him, and she only held him back. On the other hand, Mo Jiaojiao is beautiful and has a good temperament, and her family has a good background, which can help him succeed in his career.

"Song Ming, Mo Jiaojiao probably won't help you. You should listen to Xue Jianing and hire a tea artist. I have something else to do, so I'll go back first."

Wei Zhao stood up and was about to leave. Song Ming glanced at the tie around his neck and felt very disgusted. The dark green tie that Mo Jiaojiao gave him was far inferior to this tie. This tie of his was just a few hundred yuan one in the mall.

Wei Zhao's tie looked like a custom-made one, low-key and luxurious.

After Wei Zhao left, Song Ming looked at Xue Jianing with gloomy eyes.

"Watch your mouth and don't talk nonsense in front of Mo Jiaojiao. If I find out you're talking nonsense, Xue Jianing, don't think I'm still the Song Ming you played with back then."

As soon as Mo Jiaojiao came out, she found that she had forgotten to take the handkerchief she had just used to wipe her mouth. She didn't want to go back to get it. Seeing those three faces would make her feel sick.

That handkerchief was her favorite one. It had her initials on it. Everything she owned had her name on it. She could accept it if it was thrown away as trash, but if someone picked it up, washed it, and used it to wipe some unspeakable place, she would feel uncomfortable just thinking about it.

She hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to ask the bodyguard to go in and get it back for her.

The bodyguard went there and came back to tell her that he didn't find it. Mo Jiaojiao had to comfort herself in her heart that it was okay, it must have been thrown away as garbage, and no one would pick up a handkerchief used by someone else.

In a black car parked on the side of the road, Wei Zhao was holding the light pink handkerchief in his hand. The handkerchief had a faint fragrance and a light lip print on it.

Wei Zhao leaned back in his seat with his legs spread apart, breathing rapidly and panting, his trouser zipper unzipped.

The pink handkerchief fell alone on the car seat. The handkerchief that was clean just now was now dirty.

After taking a shower, Mo Jiaojiao lay on the bed, flipping through a thick stack of information in her hands. Her snow-white feet were dangling in the air. She was wearing a thin silk pajamas with nothing underneath. When she lowered her head, her undulating curves could be seen.

There was a circle of maids surrounding the bed, some were helping her dry her hair, some were helping her apply body lotion, and some were helping her apply essential oils and massage her body.

After Mo Jiaojiao finished reading the information, she became more and more angry. Song Ming was a big liar. He had been deceiving her since the very beginning when he approached her. And Xue Jianing, she was actually Song Ming's ex-girlfriend. They had been in a relationship for three years.

Mo Tiandong knocked on the door, holding a bowl of blood swallows in his hand. As soon as he came in, the servant immediately took the blood swallows and placed them on the insulation board beside him.

"Jiaojiao, the blood swallows are freshly cooked. Drink it while it's hot. You haven't looked well lately. You need to take care of yourself."

Mo Jiaojiao secretly stuffed the information in her hand under the quilt. She didn't want Mo Tiandong to worry about her. She was grown up and could handle it herself.