Master—Father?!

Everyone was shocked, and Jin Enrou was so shocked that she grew up with her mouth, and even forgot about her self-preserving expression management!

How is that possible! Did she hear it wrong?!

Bai Xiaoxiao is only twenty-four years older than her. Wen Qiang is four years older than her. She has been in the fashion industry for ten years. She has been on the Paris Fashion Week many times and has won international awards.

How could Bai Xiaoxiao, a country girl who was born in a caregiver, be Wen Qiang’s master? This joke is too big, right?!

"Master is Master, why do you insist on adding an old man to the back? Have you ever seen a twenty-four-year-old man?"

Tang Qiaoer crossed her arms and snorted prettyly, "Women should always be eighteen years old."

"I say that because you have a high status in my heart, and I show respect!"

Wen Qiang hugged the master's ant waist intimately, and said with resentment, "Why didn't you tell me earlier that you were coming? I wasn't prepared!"

"I couldn't come today, but suddenly a social engagement was cancelled, so I took the time to come and take a look."

"Ah, it turns out that it's just by the way... I have no status in your heart!"

"Oh, you dare to pick the master, right? It's a rebellion, you monkey!"

The two women chatted like besties, and the audience was dumbfounded!

Shen felt his breath suffocated, and the wind and clouds in his eyes as dark as abyss were changing.

He remembered the suit she gave him. No wonder he was so skillful that even the old tailor sighed that she was not as good as that. It turned out that she actually had such a hidden identity.

At first, Shen was shocked to find that Bai Xiaoxiao was skillful, but now it seems that he underestimated her.

The master of an internationally renowned designer is a vest inlaid with gold. How many people can do this in Shengjing and even the whole country?

His throat smelled bitter and his heart was mixed.

She has been with him for three years, and it is no longer as simple as hiding her weakness. She is so outstanding, why don’t she show him her true side?

He has been married for three years and has become lonely!

"Hello, Ms. Wen, I am Mr. Shen's fiancée, my name is Jin Enrou..."

Jin Enrou stepped forward with a tough head, trying to shake hands with Wen Qiang.

Unexpectedly, Wen Qiang didn't want to have physical contact with her at all, and she pulled Tang Qiaoer back like a plague-avoiding god. "I don't remember the name Jin Enrou on my guest list."

"I……"

"I don't know where you got the invitation letter, but I really haven't invited you. Today is a private reception and I won't accept foreign guests. Please leave immediately." Wen Qiang is not polite. Artists have always been in the bones.

Proud.

Jin Enrou's face turned pale and her face was lost. She hurriedly pulled Shen Jingjue's corner for help.

"Ms. Wen, we didn't know this was a private cocktail party, so we had no intention of offending. But my fiancée admired your design very much and was waiting for you to come to Shengjing to get a chance to meet.

Therefore, I hope you can forgive today's events." Shen Jing felt that his eyebrows and eyes were as warm as water, neither humble nor arrogant.

Tang Qiaoer stinged her heart and clenched her fingers.

Shen Jing realized that he was such a proud and arrogant man. He usually asked him for others, but where did he ask for someone else?

Now, for the sake of Jin Eunrou, he actually spoke out without hesitation, hoping to stay?

She almost sneered a hint of sneer.

In this world, only Jin Enrou can make Shen wake up. But she once overestimated her ability to think that she could reach him by tiptoeing...

Jin Enrou hugged Shen's sudden arm tightly, and the innocent expression was, the more rampant the smile in her heart.

"Mr. Shen from Shen's Group never attends such fashionable occasions, after all, the circle is different."

Wen Qiang looked at Chen with a shocked look, with a smile on his face, "Since Mr. Chen said that, I will look stingy if I chase the guests again. Then Mr. Chen, please stay."

What?!

Tang Qiaoer winked at Wen Qiang with all her might, but she didn't look at her at all. She was like a madam girl, staring at her in shock!

A scumbag, if you look at it too much, you won’t be afraid of having needle holes!

"Thank you."

Chen Jingkuang breathed a sigh of relief, and Wen Qiang said again: "You can stay, but this Miss Jin must leave."

?!

Jin Enrou was stunned and asked angrily: "Why did you let me go?! I am Mr. Chen's fiancée!"

The guests around were shocked by the loud voices and looked at each other in disgust.

"Tsk tsk." Wen Qiang shook his head, "If you don't say it, I can't see it at all."

"You!" Jin Enrou was so angry that she was dizzy.

"I stayed with Mr. Shen because he is handsome and has a good dressing style, which is more in line with our style today."

Wen Qiang looked at Jin Enrou again, "Miss Jin, I really can't stand the clothes you are wearing. They are incompatible with our taste, so please leave."

Tang Qiaoer was depressed and held her forehead, and she remembered it.

Her disciple is so beautiful, she just saw the handsome guy unable to walk and said, "A erotic woman!"

My bad disciple! Thank you very much!

"Ms. Wen, although we are presumptuous, we have no malice. You are too much!" Chen's voice sank and his eyebrows were filled with anger.

"Have you been? Mr. Chen, your fiancée, was ridiculed by my mentor in front of so many people. I didn't beat her out with a big stick. It's enough face for you Shen." Wen Qiang changed her face in a second, and she had no smile.

The surroundings are quiet and the sword is tense!

Tang Qiaoer looked at Wen Qiang in surprise. It turned out that she knew the confrontation between her and Jin Enrou just now!

Suddenly, a warm current surged through my heart.

"I...I..." Jin Enrou was speechless, sweating all over her forehead, and she just pressed her hard on the man.

I was arrogant just now and now I am going to go to the crematorium directly.

I was shocked to realize that a handsome face was so stiff that it was about to crack.

"A Qiang, forget it."

Tang Qiaoer was afraid that it would affect the good mood of the guests, so she saw that her disciple had almost slapped her in the face. At this time, she looked grand and generous, so she whispered, "I'm always a guest when I'm here, so don't be hurt. Everyone is kind.

I didn't take what Miss Jin said just now. What's more, my background is really not high. Every word that Miss Jin said is true, so there is no need to pursue the truth."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone felt unfair for her:

"Look at this lady, she is really the prime minister who can hold a boat in his belly, and she has a great style!"

"That's right, so what if you're a low-born? How many designers from grassroots are not still famous in the design industry, but they even talk about this. They are really not of quality!"

"That Jin or something, what a petty family is like Mr. Chen's fiancée? It's like a mistress."

"Mr. Chen's vision of choosing a woman is worrying..."

Jin Enrou's teeth were sore, and she wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into it.

She didn't want to stay here anymore, but she felt as if she had eaten a weight and had no intention of giving up.

The man secretly bit his back teeth and clenched his fists hard.

Even if he is humiliated, he will stay with his teeth.
Chapter completed!