The all-powerful wife of the wealthy family

Chapter 112 Is this calculated?

If he had known that he would be on the same stage with Wu Tong today, Xia Qingchu would definitely wear his most dazzling jersey to compete with Wu Tong.

She glanced at the long white dress with light green florals on her body. Xia Qingchu was afraid that she would not be well-dressed enough and would be compared by Wu Tong.

Walking into the rest area with a dark face, Xia Qingchu didn't see Wu Tong.

Wu Tong, who had been waiting for a long time, turned his head when he heard the sound of the door opening and closing, and saw Xia Qingchu at a glance, only to hear Xia Qingchu ask, "Where is she?".

Only then did Wu Tong stand up, walked up to her and said hello, "Qingchu, hello, I hope we have a happy cooperation."

Xia Qingchu was taken aback for a moment, and looked Wu Tong up and down.

A light blue slim-fit shirt, black trousers, and half-heeled black leather shoes with big toes.Handsome and beautiful, full of personality, with a strong aura rushing towards his face.

Lost, totally lost.

Losing the position, losing the aura, looking carefully at Wu Tong's eyes, nose and mouth, Xia Qingchu deeply felt that she had lost from the starting line.

She has no capital to compete at all!
The agent was right, Wu Tong not only had excellent conditions, but also had a strong man and a strong background behind him.

Hate!I really hate it!She worked so hard and desperately, why didn't she have such luck? !

It's not fair, it's so unfair!
"Wu Tong, hello." Xia Qingchu shook hands with Wu Tong with a smile on her face.

Even Wu Tong's hands are much more delicate than her own. Didn't she just shoot "Wonderful Night"?Didn't you suffer a lot of injuries?

Why can't I see any scars and scars?Is this woman's skin repair ability so amazing?

still is……

Xia Qingchu couldn't help wondering if there were stuntmen helping with those difficult and dangerous moves.

But when he thought that the director was Lou Jiang, he quickly ruled out this guess.

Every time Director Lou Jiang uses a double, he will release the information of the double and introduce them one by one. He will never do such wicked things as false ones.

The time for the event to start has already arrived, and the screams of the fans at the scene became louder and louder.

The passers-by who watched were a little impatient, complaining that the activities were not punctual, artists tend to be late, and complaining that children nowadays chasing stars are irrational and too brain-dead.

The host finally came out, explained something, and then warmed up a bit, and the event officially started.

Wu Tong and Xia Qingchu were standing on the edge of the stage holding hands and preparing to go on stage. The staff standing aside were holding two microphones in their hands. Only then did he realize that one of the microphones had suddenly lost its sound.

How to do? !

"Can you guys be more serious about your work? When you're about to go on stage and you tell me that a microphone is broken, who will use the only good microphone?" Xia Qingchu yelled anxiously in a low voice.

The staff member may be a novice, he has not handled many situations, and his heart is not strong enough. After Xia Qingchu said a few words, his face immediately flushed with anxiety.

The tall young man almost cried on the spot, his eyes were red.

"I'll ask our director..." He turned around to find a rescuer, but Wu Tong grabbed him.

"It's too late. Qingchu and I will go on stage first." Wu Tong said calmly, "Don't go to any director. If you don't have a spare microphone, go to the broadcasting room in the shopping mall to borrow one. There should be one there."

The young man nodded, gave Wu Tong a grateful look, then turned around and ran away in a flash.

Xia Qingchu stood there unhappily, Wu Tong handed the good microphone to her and said, "Use this one first."

"Why are you pretending to be a good person here? Pretending to be the Virgin?" Xia Qingchu put the microphone back to Wu Tong.

Wu Tong shook his head, and heard that the host had called them to the stage.

Xia Qingchu took Wu Tong's hand at once, and said coldly, "Hold it for a while."

The two just talked and laughed and walked to the stage holding hands.

One microphone is used by two people, and it is very troublesome to pass it around.

The protagonist of this event is coffee. Wu Tong understands the culture of coffee and is familiar with the method of every kind of coffee.

The interaction with the barista invited to help out was frequent and exciting.

Xia Qingchu stood aside in a daze, like a foil.

In order to blend into the atmosphere on the stage, Xia Qingchu tried her best to speak and make fun, but it seemed a little ridiculous.

Because her understanding of coffee is really limited, and she has no extraordinary adaptability.

Ability and emotional intelligence are not online, who can help?
If she had been more polite to Wu Tong just now, and her posture had been more upright, Wu Tong wouldn't have given her no chance on the stage.

It's all right now, being suppressed to death by Wu Tong.

The host walked to the side of the stage and took the microphone borrowed by the staff and handed it to Wu Tong. Wu Tong now speaks much more conveniently and plays more and more freely.

"I feel like I'm going to be robbed of my job!" The barista said cutely on the stage, and he boasted to Wu Tong, "You are so professional in doing it, this latte art is even more beautiful than mine!"

Xia Qingchu suddenly understood that Wu Tong dressed up like this to look more like a barista.

No, absolutely not if this continues!
Although he earned the endorsement fee, he would be scolded for being too stupid later on.

When Xia Qingchu thought about the various comments that would appear on the Internet later, she gritted her teeth and decided to give herself a chance to fight back.

To be able to get to this point in the entertainment industry, most of the time Xia Qingchu relied on Saicheng Wall's thick skin.

"Wow, it's so beautiful, I want to try it too! Can I do it?" Xia Qingchu came over to look at the tulip that Wu Tong had just shot on Espresso, and was surprised. It really was amazing, this tulip was really beautiful.

"Of course!" The barista enthusiastically taught Xia Qingchu how to make patterns.

Wu Tong took this opportunity to interact with the host, and the barista and Xia Qingchu immediately turned cold.

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance that the person who controls the rhythm and dominates the atmosphere on the entire stage is always Wu Tong, and even the host is being taken away by Wu Tong.

Zheng Fangzhou was watching the live broadcast of the event at home, squinting and smiling while drinking some wine, "Your wife is really amazing..."

Zheng Jiaxuan, who was sitting on the other side, stared at the TV screen intently, and said lightly: "Isn't this what you expected?"

"It's just for fun, son, take it easy, I won't eat her." Zheng Fangzhou picked up the cigar and took two puffs.

Cigars and liquor are basically two things that Zheng Fangzhou doesn't leave his hands very often after returning home.

"Dinner is ready, Fang Zhou, do you want to eat now? Or later?" Na Ping walked into the room and asked Zheng Fangzhou.

Zheng Fangzhou looked at the time and said, "It's a bit early, but I'm hungry, please bring the food here, Jiaxuan and I will eat here."

"Okay." Na Ping glanced at Zheng Jiaxuan, and then exited the room.

Na Ping lives in Zheng's mansion these days. She has been Zheng Fangzhou's mistress for almost 15 years.

The days of coming and living every year add up to an average of almost one month.

In the early years, she worked as a dancer in Shanghai, and was later taken to Guanzhou by Zheng Fangzhou, and she even brought her daughter Qiu Na to Guanzhou.

Since then, Qiu Na recognized Zheng Fangzhou as his godfather.

After graduating from university, Qiu Na was assigned to work in Zheng Jiaxuan's Xuanshi, and was just fired by Zheng Jiaxuan a few months ago.

After Na Ping came to Guanzhou, she opened a clothing boutique on a bustling street in the city center. There were many customers in the early years, but now it is hit by e-commerce and it is almost impossible to continue.

But she is not short of money, Zheng Fangzhou will give her whatever she wants.

It's just that Na Ping lives very anxiously every day, and she has many, many worries.It can be said that she is uneasy about all the big and small things.

She was irritated by a pimple that suddenly appeared on her face, sighed because of a new white hair growing on her head, was depressed by the wrinkles that began to appear on her face, and was anxious about her gray complexion.

She is afraid of getting old and losing her delicate face, although she relies not only on her beauty, but also on her excellent cooking skills.

But beauty comes first. A mistress who loses her alluring body and beauty loses the foundation of her foothold.

So, as she got older, her restlessness increased.

Every smiling face she showed outside consumed her weak vitality.

The daughter has no ability at all, which is really worrying.

The reason why Zheng Fangzhou let Na Ping come to live for a period of time every year is mainly because he wants to eat the fish she cooks.

Na Ping is an expert at cooking fish, and soon the table was filled with whole fish feasts that were delicious in color, fragrance and taste.

Pine tree mandarin fish, peacock fish, sweet and sour carp, golden fried rice with caviar...

Just looking at it will make the saliva secrete violently.

"Come, eat, the fish cooked by your aunt Ping is unparalleled in the world! No other person can compare it! No Samsung chef can cook this intoxicating taste!" Zheng Fangzhou took a piece of fish and put it into his mouth. With an expression of great enjoyment, after swallowing the fish, he took a sip of the wine.

Be happy, don't enjoy it too much.

Zheng Jiaxuan was not as flamboyant as his father, he ate the fish calmly, picked up the thorns, did not drink, but scooped some fried rice with caviar into a small empty bowl, and ate slowly.

Wu Tong's event was still playing on the TV screen.

Five fans were selected and came to the stage.

Three men and two women, Wu Tong hugged them respectively, then fed them coffee with his own hands, and gave them each a box of the newly launched "Storm Ice Coffee".

Since then, the activity has come to an end.

"Wu Tong is so handsomely dressed, the little girls will be fascinated by her..." Zheng Fangzhou put a piece of squirrel mandarin fish in his son's bowl.

Zheng Jiaxuan did not refuse, picked it up and put it in his mouth, and asked: "What is your purpose for provoking Xia Qingchu?"

"Purpose? Why must there be a purpose?" Zheng Fangzhou pursed his lips, picking out fishbone.

After picking out all the fishbones, Zheng Fangzhou continued: "I'm old, and I don't do things like before. Now I just want to have fun, not profit."

Ghost letter!
After Zheng Jiaxuan finished eating, he put down his chopsticks and poured a glass of water to rinse his mouth.

"Is this the end?" Zheng Fangzhou asked in surprise.

Probably because I don't understand why some people don't appreciate Na Ping's fish.

"Well, it's too troublesome to pick pricks." Zheng Jiaxuan glanced at the fish on the table, there were still a lot left.

Zheng Fangzhou said: "You really don't know how to eat fish, picking the thorns is also one of the fun!"

Once, when Na Ping was cooking fish, she removed all the fish bones with extremely delicate and ingenious techniques, but Zheng Fangzhou didn't buy it.

After that, Na Ping saved this troublesome step by making fish for Zheng Fangzhou.

After the event ended, Wu Tong returned to the backstage rest area, exchanged pleasantries with the person in charge of the event, and planned to leave.

As soon as he walked out of the rest area, he was stopped by the staff who went to borrow the microphone.

"Miss Wu Tong, thank you so much just now! If you hadn't helped me out, if you hadn't given me advice, I might have been fired if I couldn't pass the probationary period." He kept bowing to Wu Tong to thank him.

Wu Tong hurriedly said: "It's okay, it's all for the smooth progress of the event. I wish you a regular job as soon as possible."

"Enenen..." The young man took out a mobile phone and said shyly, "May I have the honor to take a photo with you?"

Wu Tong smiled lightly and agreed.

The young man excitedly stood beside Wu Tong and put his hands on Wu Tong's shoulders. Wu Tong frowned slightly, but when facing the camera, he immediately returned to his standard smile.

After taking the photo, he dug out the photo he just took from the album, and said in a regretful tone: "Oh, the one just now was a bit blurry, and I closed my eyes, that——can you take another photo? "

Wu Tong held back his patience and said, "Give me the phone, and I'll take pictures."

"Okay, okay." The young man handed the phone to Wu Tong as he said, and then took Wu Tong's shoulder again, with a little more strength in his hand than before.

Wu Tong took two steps forward, and said in a slightly stern tone: "You can take pictures, please be careful!"

The young man's face changed, he smiled and said, "I accidentally got too excited, I pay attention, I pay attention."

Wu Tong stood beside him again, with an arm's length between them.

After taking the photo, Wu Tong walked to the underground parking lot with a displeased mood.

After walking a distance of about ten meters, the young man followed behind her.

"Is there anything else?" Wu Tong turned to him and asked.

The thin young man stood where he was, and said innocently, "It's nothing, I just want to walk behind you and take a few more steps with you."

Wu Tong really wanted to roll his eyes, he really accidentally helped someone and caused a lot of trouble.

She went her way, others went other people's ways, and the other party didn't do anything out of the ordinary, Wu Tong really couldn't say anything or ask for anything.

Wu Tong continued to walk forward and stopped in front of the elevator. The young man who followed him also stood beside her, looking at Wu Tong with his head sideways.

The gaze moved back and forth on Wu Tong's chest, and the white bra in the thin blue shirt was faintly visible between the buttons.

Wu Tong narrowed his eyes and glanced at him without moving.

I saw him put one hand in his pocket, moving restlessly.

Just as the elevator upstairs was about to come down, he suddenly stretched out his hand and sneaked towards Wu Tong's chest.

Wu Tong dodged sideways and threw him to the ground.

At this time, the elevator reached the first floor with a ding, and the door slowly opened. A dozen people walked out of the elevator, and looked at Wu Tong and the man lying on the ground.

"It's great that you're a star? You can beat people up?!" The bewildered and shy young man immediately changed his face and turned into a rascal.

Wu Tong sneered, knowing she was being tricked?

interesting……

The young man sat on the ground and complained endlessly, "I know you used to be Zheng Jiaxuan's bodyguard. You are very skilled, but you can't beat people randomly?! Isn't it just a microphone that has lost its sound? This is an accident, and I admit my mistake , It’s too modest! You didn’t delay the normal progress of the event, do you want to be so fussy and take revenge on me in a blink of an eye? Xia Qingchu didn’t say anything, how could you do this!”

Wu Tong raised his head and looked around. There was no surveillance camera nearby. It was indeed planned.

　Benta: The comment area is so desolate... Could it be that everyone has gone out like me...

　　Wu Tong: Poor, touch~
　　Benta: Woohoo...

　　Wu Tong: Don't cry, I love you.

　　Benta: Oh my god, the goddess' words of "I love you" are so healing!I don’t want to draw anything anymore, it’s enough to have a goddess to accompany me!
　　PS: There was an earthquake in Jiuzhaigou, Sichuan. May everyone be safe and pray!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)