Spending the Male Lead’s Money to Change Her Fate

After sending it, Li Miao realized what he had sent.

Li Miao: [I mean, your husband seems to have members everywhere, you can ask him. 】

Jiang Qiuyi: [. 】

Jiang Qiuyi: [What you said, I almost doubted Lu Mingcheng. 】

Li Miao: [? This is your fault! 】

Jiang Qiuyi: […]

Mainly, her words are too easy to misunderstand.

She just didn't react for a while.

Li Miao: [Ask me? I want to go too. 】

Jiang Qiuyi: [You ask Huo Xun? I think Huo Xun also has it. 】

She did not dare to ask Lu Mingcheng.

Li Miao: [No. 】

Jiang Qiuyi: [That's OK, I'll go inquire about it again, and set up a card head office by myself. 】

Li Miao: [Okay, hurry up, I heard that there are a lot of handsome guys there, all of them have eight-pack abs, and they are 1.8 meters tall. They are very good. 】

Across the screen, Jiang Qiuyi could feel Li Miao's desire to go.

The two chatted for a while, and then paused when something happened to Li Miao's side.

Jiang Qiuyi searched the Internet and found many secret photos of the clubhouse.

As for handsome guys, there are naturally none.

She took a look and found that everyone said that the privacy of the club was excellent, and there would be no leakage of any information from the guests, and no photos of the guests and staff would be revealed.

Jiang Qiuyi looked at it and couldn't help feeling that the way rich people in this world have fun is really tens of thousands.

There are all kinds of them.

She had no other ideas, she wanted to see if the handsome guy was as handsome and handsome as the rumors said.

…

At the same time, as soon as Li Miao put down the phone, Huo Xun entered the room.

Seeing her flustered, Huo Xun raised his eyes, "What are you doing?"

"Talk to Qiu Yi."

Li Miao glanced at him, "What?"

Huo Xun: "It's okay, just ask."

Li Miao said "Oh" and leaned back on the bed lazily.

She shook her feet and watched Huo Xun enter the cloakroom. After thinking for a few seconds, Li Miao followed: "Are you going to take a bath?"

Huo Xun raised his eyes and looked at her: "Want to be together?"

Li Miao gave him an angry look, "Who wants to be with you? Rogue."

Huo Xun smiled low and looked at her, "Huh? Who asked me to bathe her last time?"

"..."

Speaking of this, Li Miao felt ashamed in an instant.

Without even thinking about it, she raised her foot and kicked Huo Xun: "Don't mention it, I was drunk and unconscious."

Huo Xun looked at her feet and grasped it.

Li Miao could not stand on one foot and was staggering. Huo Xun pulled her and let her plunge into his arms.

"Huo Xun!" Li Miao shouted anxiously, "What do you want to do?"

Huo Xun lightly moaned, the voice flicked in her ears.

"Wife." He lightly licked her earlobe, and said in a deep voice, "What do you mean."

"..."

Late at night, Jiang Qiuyi's mobile phone on the bedside table shook.

She moved her eyelids, rolled over and went back to sleep.

A good night's sleep without dreams.

On the other side, it's different.

Huo Xun looked at the sleeping person on the side of the bed and sent a message to Lu Mingcheng.

Lu Mingcheng is still busy. It's New Year's Day. He needs a few days to go out to the resort.

Working overtime is the norm for him.

The phone shook, he glanced, and it turned out to be Huo Xun.

Huo Xun: [Last time on that project, give me more profit. Let me tell you something important. 】

The two companies also have cooperation, but they are relatively rare.

Some time ago, Huo Xun was interested in a project, but he didn't expect that the person was familiar with Lu Mingcheng. Before he said hello, Lu Mingcheng was about to settle down.

Although they have a good relationship, they have their own abilities at work.

It was finally decided that the two companies would cooperate for a win-win situation.

Because of Lu Mingcheng's strength, Huo Xun couldn't get what he wanted. This point has little effect on Lu Mingcheng, but men are always stubborn.

Lu Mingcheng: [? 】

Huo Xun: [It is related to your wife. 】

Lu Mingcheng: [Oh. 】

Huo Xun: [This is your reaction? 】

Lu Mingcheng: [You talk about what it is first. If the information is valid, I can consider giving Huo a point. 】

Huo Xun: [You agree first. 】

Lu Mingcheng: [Forget it, busy. 】

Lu Mingcheng was not particularly interested in the news that Huo Xun wanted to provide.

What's more, he didn't think Huo Xun could tell him any great secrets.

With him, Jiang Qiuyi basically has no secrets. Lu Mingcheng didn't know what she was doing, nor did the bodyguards who followed her.

Lu Mingcheng doesn't often ask the bodyguard about her whereabouts, and he gives Jiang Qiuyi maximum freedom.

Jiang Qiuyi is the same, and won't ask him.

In this matter, the two respected each other.

Huo Xun: [...]

Huo Xun: [Look at you, poor, give you a hint, your wife is very interested in the clubhouse tomorrow. 】

Lu Mingcheng: [? 】

Lu Mingcheng: [The clubhouse I know about tomorrow? 】

Huo Xun: [What do you think. 】

Lu Mingcheng: […]

Tomorrow's clubhouse is where Jian Xia wants to go to'step on some materials'.

It is also one of the largest and most mysterious clubs in Ningcheng. Most of the people who go here are women, and most of them are rich women.

Lu Mingcheng knew about this place and heard others talk about it, but he didn't know about it.

He stared at the words "Tomorrow's Club" for a long time and rubbed his eyebrows, always feeling that it was impossible.

Would Jiang Qiuyi want to go to such a place?

What are you going to do?

He paused slightly, found Jiang Qiuyi's WeChat, and clicked in.

Lu Mingcheng lowered his eyes, looked at the dialogue messages between the two, thought for a long time, but still didn't ask.

She wants to go, there should be other factors.

Lu Mingcheng is not a person who will be suspicious about these things, and will not follow Jiang Qiuyi's whereabouts all the time. After thinking for a long time, Lu Mingcheng put down his phone.

…

The next morning, Jiang Qiuyi slept again until he woke up naturally.

She and Jian Xia planned to finish their lunch and went home.

After waking up in a daze, Jiang Qiuyi's first thought was to go to the phone on the bedside table.

At one o'clock, she saw an invitation to a birthday party for a little sister in the circle tomorrow.

Jiang Qiuyi raised his eyebrows, and was about to ask Li Miao to ask if he was going.

Sliding down, she saw the message from Li Miao in the middle of the night.

Li Miao: [...uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu you I am sorry. 】

Li Miao: [Huo Xun knows we are going to the clubhouse tomorrow! I doubt he will tell Lu Mingcheng. 】

Li Miao: [If Mr. Lu asked you, would you... take care? 】

…

Jiang Qiuyi stared at these three messages for a long time, then looked at the sending time, she vaguely understood how Huo Xun knew.

Jiang Qiuyi thought, with a slightly raised eyebrow, he replied to her: [I know, don't worry. 】

After returning, Jiang Qiuyi and Jian Xia got up, and finally enjoyed it here before leaving.

Before leaving, she glanced at the bodyguard next to her.

"Did you get the information about the two kids yesterday?"

The bodyguard shook his head and whispered: "Ma'am, I asked the shops nearby, but I didn't know where the two kids lived."

Jiang Qiuyi twisted his eyebrows: "Don't anyone else know?"

The bodyguard nodded.

Hearing that, Jiang Qiuyi had a headache.

She thought, "Okay, then you can stay here for a few more days."

She said: "If the investigation is found, give me a message back."

The bodyguard responded: "Listen to the wife's arrangements."

Jiang Qiuyi said "Yes" and said warmly, "Thank you, you have worked hard."

Jiang Qiuyi was accompanied by two bodyguards, leaving one and another.

So she doesn't worry about her safety. It's just that these two bodyguards are not in her control, nor hers, they will tell Lu Mingcheng most of the things related to her.

On the way back, Jian Xia fell asleep.

Jiang Qiuyi couldn't help feeling amused when he watched.

She stared at the scenery outside the window for a while, then sent a message to Sheng Qingni, asking about the store's situation in the past two days.

With Jiang Qiuyi's Weibo for publicity, Nijin's business has been booming these days. But this kind of propaganda method cannot last long. If Nijin wants to develop better and go further, it is still necessary to let the clothing speak.

Women love beauty.

Only when clothes are good-looking and high-quality can they attract more people and have more repeat customers.

Sheng Qingni understood this truth, and Jiang Qiuyi did the same.

But before Sheng Qingni's funds were limited, there was no way to increase production and investment, but now it is different.

Sheng Qingni: [I think the problem now is that our brand's clothing is not diversified enough, it is too rigid in one style. 】

Jiang Qiuyi: [Then find a few more designers who like Chinese style, but whose types are not the same? 】

Sheng Qingni: [Difficult to find. Most people like trends, it’s hard to calm down. 】

Jiang Qiuyi: [I'm here to find it, you just need to do your work well, leave all the miscellaneous things to me. 】

Sheng Qingni: [How do you find? 】

Jiang Qiuyi: [University recruitment, and market recruitment? 】

Sheng Qingni: [...good. 】

Jiang Qiuyi: [There are no other questions. If we increase production, will the production line be OK? 】

Sheng Qingni: [...maybe not? The factory is not that big. 】

Jiang Qiuyi: [OK, I also pay attention to this. 】

…

After talking with Sheng Qingni, Jiang Qiuyi had an idea in his mind.

She learns French, but she has nothing to do with these. But in the Lu family, although I had been a little daughter-in-law before, I heard a lot of things and knew a lot of people.

Jiang Qiuyi has a little trick in this regard.

Jiang Qiuyi went back only after taking Jian Xia home in Ningcheng.

When she got home, it was less than six o'clock.

Uncle Xu extended a warm welcome to her coming home.

"The wife is back."

Jiang Qiuyi said "Yes" and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you in a few days, Uncle Xu, you are handsome again."

Uncle Xu: "Thanks to Mrs. Blessing."

Jiang Qiuyi bends her lips: "Have you made dinner?"

Uncle Xu was taken aback and looked at her in amazement: "Not yet, what does my wife want to eat, I will tell the chef to do it."

"No need to."

Jiang Qiuyi thought for a while, and whispered: "Let's give the chef a vacation."

Xu Shu stared at her in a daze, and said in surprise: "My wife is going to cook?"

Jiang Qiuyi: "Well, I haven't cooked for a long time, try to see if the craft is still there."

She is quite talented in cooking. Regardless of whether it is Chinese or Western dishes, or all kinds of desserts, Jiang Qiuyi will read it once or twice, and even make it very delicious.

Hearing that, Xu Shu's face was full of surprise: "Will it be too hard?"

"No." Jiang Qiuyi said: "Let the chef take a day off, and I will take care of the dinner in the evening."

Uncle Xu: "Okay, then I will explain."

"it is good."

Jiang Qiuyi returned to the room first.

She took a habit of taking a shower after riding in the car, and changed into a set of home clothes after the shower, before Jiang Qiuyi went to the kitchen.

The house they live in has a large and spacious kitchen.

There are two chefs here who prepare breakfast, lunch and dinner for them every day. When they leave, the kitchen becomes empty.

Jiang Qiuyi hadn't started cooking for a while, so he still had some hands-on skills.

She looked at the ingredients at home, and didn't want to make complicated dishes, but only wanted to cook two home-cooked dishes.

As soon as Lu Mingcheng arrived home, Uncle Xu greeted him.

"Mr. is back."

Lu Mingcheng said "Um" and looked at him: "The wife has returned?"

Uncle Xu smiled and said, "Yes, my wife is in the kitchen."

Lu Mingcheng raised his eyebrows, paused and asked, "Make cakes for her team members?"

Uncle Xu: "...?"

Seeing the awkward smile on Uncle Xu's face, Lu Mingcheng walked into the house, unbuttoning his suit buttons as he walked, and whispered, "Should I make biscuits?"

"..."

Inexplicably, Xu Shu heard a resentment from his words. Of course, it may also be his illusion.

"No."

He said: "My wife did not make cakes or biscuits."

Lu Ming raised his eyebrows and changed his shoes: "Then what is she doing?"

As soon as the voice fell, Uncle Xu hadn't answered yet, Jiang Qiuyi walked out from the other side carrying a dish.

"rice."

She glanced at Lu Mingcheng, and asked blankly, "Do you want to eat Mr. Lu?"

"..."

Lu Mingcheng looked at the food she was holding for three seconds, and said, "Yeah."