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Chapter 174 Sleeping with His Wife(1/3)

That's what he said.

So Song Wei remained silent and let Qin Sen hold her hand and walk to the corner of the elevator.

When he pressed the button for the second floor, she was still a little nervous.

Qin Sen held her hand and explained again.

"My housekeeper called me and said that Su Jingxian has been waiting outside the entrance elevator. So I need you to help me. Only in this way can Su Jingxian believe that we are together."

When he said this, he meant holding hands.

Song Wei nodded, "Okay, I'll cooperate with you."

"Thank you!" Qin Sen also nodded.

bite!

Elevator entry.

When the door crack opened, before Su Jingxian could be seen completely, Qin Sen could smell the familiar scent of perfume.

That was the scent of the perfume Su Jingxian sprayed on her body.

Her favorite international brand perfume.

Limited edition worldwide.

It is estimated that not many people in Quanpeng City can afford such expensive perfume.

Su Jingxian liked her before, so Qin Sen went to visit this perfumer in Paris, France.

Because her perfume is not sold to outsiders.

All customized.

Even if you have money, it still depends on the mood of the perfumer.

Qin Sen worked hard with the perfumer for a month and promised to provide her with rare raw materials, so he bought her limited-edition fantasy perfume.

This kind of perfume smells neither strong nor light.

The scent is dreamy.

Like a half-true dream.

Just like the love between him and Su Jingxian, it seemed real and fake.

Qin Sen took it seriously.

Su Jingxian only treated it as child's play.

It turns out that whether a person is sincere to you or not can be revealed from her daily behavior and her life preferences.

What kind of good woman can a woman who likes dreamy perfume smell be?

The moment you step out of the elevator door, the scent hits you.

Su Jingxian rushed over happily, "Hubby, you are back, I have been waiting for you..."

Before she finished speaking, Su Jingxian froze on the spot.

The eyes of joy turned to surprise and pain.

It fell at the intersection where Qin Sen and Song Wei were holding hands.

More and more angry.

"Qin Sen, you, you, what do you mean?"

"Didn't you see everything?"

Qin Sen held Song Wei's fingers tighter.

His facial expression became gloomy.

His eyebrows tightened.

"Let me formally introduce my girlfriend, Weiwei. Her surname is Song. I don't know if you still remember her, but you have met her before."

Specifically call me Weiwei.

He deliberately let Su Jingxian know the close relationship between him and Song Wei.

Su Jingxian almost didn't recognize it.

Because today Song Wei is wearing makeup.

The sallow complexion turned white and beautiful.

All the chloasma on my face have disappeared.

It has a very stunning Western beauty.

The whole person instantly became at least seven or eight years younger.

Is this divorced second-hand woman so beautiful with makeup?

Su Jingxian was clearly jealous and mad, but she still had to say something sarcastic and sarcastic.

"Who I thought it was, turned out to be Song Wei, a divorced second-hand woman?"

"Oh!"

Su Jingxian looked at Song Wei disdainfully and snorted.

And said:

"Second-hand goods, do you think you can transform from a pheasant to a phoenix just by putting on makeup? Don't you even know what kind of goods you are?"

"After taking off your makeup, your face is still sallow and full of spots."

"And he's a divorced guy with a second-hand oil bottle."

In just three sentences, Qin Sen became more and more certain.

Su Jingxian's previous gentleness and kindness, her previous elegance and intellectuality, and all her previous education were all fake.

So capable of pretending?

It took eight years for him to see Su Jingxian's true face.

He is really stupid.

When he was about to refute, Song Wei straightened her chest and retorted without being humble or arrogant.

"Su Jingxian, are you scolding yourself?"

"I am a second-hand goods, I am not a good thing, so are you worse than a second-hand goods?"

"Although I, Song Wei, am divorced, I am at least worthy of my ex-husband and have never slept with a wild man."

"What about you, Su Jingxian? You don't want a man as good as Qin Sen. You insist on sleeping with a wild man outside. How do you think you are?"

"Qin Sen thinks highly of me, which shows that you, a wealthy young lady who thinks you are superior, are not even as good as a second-hand commodity."

After saying that, she raised her head and looked sideways at Qin Sen, "Dear, do you think so?"

Thinking that Mr. Qin had helped her a lot.

No matter what Song Wei said, she had to act this scene more realistically.

Only then can Su Jingxian be mad to death.

Let her consciously leave Mr. Qin's side.

Song Wei showed off all her acting skills.

He also deliberately held Qin Sen's arm with both hands, admiring him like a bird.

"Of course." Qin Sen rubbed her head, "You are kinder and better than anyone else. If I could have known you earlier, I wouldn't have wasted eight years on someone who wasn't worth it."

"It doesn't matter, the days will be long in the future. I will stay with you well and stay with you wholeheartedly."

"Well, be good!"

Qin Sen nodded the tip of her nose lovingly.

The acting between the two was extremely lifelike.

Even Su Jingxian couldn't tell the truth from the false.

Could it be that Qin Sen really likes this second-hand product?

"Why?" Su Jingxian was very unwilling, "Qin Sen, how can you respect such a miserable woman?"

Pointing to Song Wei's face, Su Jingxian cried, "What is it about me that is not as good as her?"

"You are not as good as her in any way." Qin Sen held Song Wei's hand tightly and said loudly.

"Why am I not as good as her? My education is higher than hers, my background is worse than hers, I'm prettier than her, and I'm better than her in everything." Su Jingxian was full of confidence.

In her eyes, Song Wei is a cheap commodity.

And she is extremely noble.
To be continued...
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