"Hmm."
Lu Moqing nodded and then walked past her and into Qiaoxu’s office.
Seeing her own "clingy little demon," Qiaoxu chuckled and asked:
"What brings you here?"
"Looking for my wife."
He walked up to Qiaoxu, his slender arm propping himself up on her desk, and said:
"May I ask President Qiao to grace with her presence for lunch?"
Qiaoxu looked up at him and said:
"No."
"I’m here already."
Lu Moqing sat down in front of her, resting his cheek on his hand and gazing at her like a pure white lotus in the lofty mountains.
"Wifey, you don’t love anymore."
"..."
Qiaoxu didn’t even glance at him and coldly said:
"Don’t be lodramatic."
With an air of disdain, it made his face look even more wronged.
A mont later, he handed over a small file bag to Qiaoxu.
Qiaoxu glanced at him and took it, "What’s this?"
As she spoke, she opened it, and a piece of paper slid out from inside - a wedding dress design sketch.
It wasn’t colored yet, but just looking at the lines and design style made her eyes light up. Even though she didn’t particularly want a wedding ceremony, she was still amazed by the beauty of the wedding dress.
"Does it look good?"
Lu Moqing leaned in with a "please praise " expression.
"It’s beautiful."
Qiaoxu sincerely praised, her eyes shining brightly, staring at the wedding dress, full of love and reluctance to let go.
"So, can I have the honor of your company for lunch now?"
Seeing his ingratiating and coquettish deanor, Qiaoxu couldn’t help but laugh.
She carefully placed the design sketch in the file bag, and saying to him:
"In the light of such a beautiful wedding dress, I will give you my favor."
She stood up, walked to Lu Moqing, and took the initiative to hold his arm, asking:
"What would Mr. Lu like to eat?"
"What I want to eat isn’t appropriate for this ti."
Lu Moqing already had a suggestive look at Qiaoxu, his eyes deepening, and his waist was directly pinched hard by Qiaoxu, causing him to cry out in pain.
In the end, he was still led out of the office with a wronged face by Qiaoxu.
Lu Moqing took her to a restaurant sowhat far from Qiao’s company.
"Why did you co so far for lunch? I have a lot of work to do."
"It’s not easy for my wife to agree to have lunch with , so we have to eat sothing good."
Qiaoxu didn’t object and ordered a few dishes with strong flavors before handing the nu to Lu Moqing.
Lu Moqing didn’t have anything particular to pick, seeing that Qiaoxu had finished ordering, he randomly chose a few dishes and handed the nu to the waiter.
Thinking about the dishes Qiaoxu just ordered, Lu Moqing frowned:
"Haven’t you stopped eating spicy food for a long ti? Those dishes just now were all spicy, can your stomach handle it?"
"It should, just the sight of those pictures made salivate."
As she spoke, she couldn’t help but swallow her saliva unconsciously.
Lu Moqing wasn’t against her eating spicy food, but since hearing that she quit spicy food a couple of years ago, he hadn’t ordered anything spicy whenever they ate together.
Suddenly eating spicy food, he worried her stomach wouldn’t be able to handle it.
"If you’re not used to eating spicy later, don’t eat it anymore. We can change to sothing else."
"Don’t say it anymore. If you keep talking, my mouth is going to water."
Qiaoxu herself found it strange. Ever since she got pregnant with Qiao Yi, she hadn’t touched spicy food. Although she used to enjoy spicy food, after quitting spicy food, she didn’t have any special feelings when seeing spicy things again.
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