Game of the Controller: Wife Wins Husband

Jun Qi smiled politely, but there were dancing flames in his black eyes. He reached out and took his first salary as a 'taxi driver', and threw it casually into the passenger seat, "Fasten your seat belt."

"Okay." Xia Qing nodded her head obediently and obediently. She sat down neatly like a primary school student and really pulled the seat belt of the back seat to tie herself firmly to the seat.

The car started again and rushed into the depths of the night.

Along the way, Xia Qing didn't speak much. She leaned on the chair and slept lightly with her eyes squinted. From her red and swollen eyes, it was easy to see that Xiao Nizi had cried before leaving home, and she cried very sadly.

She cried into two walnuts, her tears smeared her makeup, and she successfully walked through the market with two giant panda eyes.

Jun Qi glanced at her long skirt thoughtfully several times, uncontrollably imagining the pair of slender jade legs under the lace skirt. Although it was a cookie-cutter exquisite porcelain doll, at least there was something interesting about her body.

Before arriving at the 'Scorpion of Love', Jun Qi suddenly broke the silence and asked casually, "'Scorpion of Love' seems to be a high-end private club."

"Yeah." Xia Qing snorted, "I want to find a safe place to have a few drinks."

"Are you going like this?" Jun Qi raised his eyebrows, took out a delicate small mirror from somewhere and threw it over.

Xia Qing picked it up in confusion, raised her hand and turned on the interior light. When the light was bright, she opened her mouth and looked at herself in the mirror in disbelief, like a female ghost.

I really want to scream!

But a good upbringing does not allow her to behave so rudely.

Fortunately, the man in front of her who was concentrating on driving did not turn around to look. She turned off the car lights in embarrassment, shrank back behind the chair, pressed her head against her chest as if it was folded, and hummed softly with a volume as loud as the wings of a mosquito.

, "Sir, can you help me find a clothes store first? I want to buy a normal skirt and then wash my face."

Very good, I finally know something is wrong.

Jun Qi's lips curved into an enigmatic smile, and he nodded lightly, "I'll take you there."

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It was almost ten o'clock, and it was hard to find a clothing store that was still open.

But with a phone call, Junqi opened the door of a famous handmade custom shop in the imperial capital.

The girl who came specially to serve was still wearing hazy pajamas on her face, but when she saw the customer, she immediately put on a professional smile and led Xia Qing to the changing room.

Fifteen minutes later, a girl with unparalleled beauty walked out.

Under the soft, non-glaring light, her skin looked as delicate as silk, even more flawless than the most expensive silk. Her shoulder-length hair was soft and dark, shining with a faint luster.

A pair of big watery eyes, clear and clean, more innocent than a newborn deer, like a clear spring in Liangtan Mountain. Once he sees it, no man can resist her and stare at her with an eyebrow, and unconsciously indulge in it.

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