Guide To the HE of the Former Female Supporting Role

Xu Tingzhou stood outside the greenhouse for a while, when Jing Zhao raised his head and saw a person standing outside, he started to be startled, then he straightened up and stroked his chest with his fingertips, his lips murmured slightly, "Why are you standing there?" Don't make a sound there, just scare me!"

The sound insulation effect of this glass room is very good. Xu Tingzhou only saw the red lips of the person inside open and close, but he couldn't hear what she said clearly. He bent his lips, and opened the little finger and index finger of his right hand and swayed by his ear.

Telephone? Jing Zhao blankly picked up his mobile phone which he had put aside, the mobile phone immediately ding-dong, opened WeChat, there was a red 1 on the top.

Xu Tingzhou: [I have something to go out, I should come back later, don't wait for me for dinner. 】

Jing Zhao subconsciously replied, 【Well, I see. 】

After typing, I realized that the other party seemed to be reporting the itinerary to me. I raised my eyes and looked out the window. The man had already put away the phone, and looked at this side with lingering eyes. The tall figure blocked the slight sunlight, and the whole person seemed glowing.

After standing for a while, Xu Tingzhou turned and left. Jing Zhao looked down at the more than half-finished design draft on his sketch, and also got up and left the garden room.

She opened a total of three privately-made cheongsam shops in city A, but she hadn't visited the shops for a long time because of her hospitalization, and she planned to go out for a while when she saw the time.

Because of the driver's illness last time, Xu's family changed another driver, surnamed Zhang, in his forties, a retired veteran, who was allowed to enter the job after a strict medical examination and confirmed that he was in good health.

Jing Zhao's cheongsam shop is called Fenghe cheongsam, one is in the center of the most prosperous shopping mall in city A, one is in an ancient alley in the old city, and the other is a little farther away in another district of city A.

Jing Zhao went to the one in the old city. The cheongsam shop sells various types, including everyday clothes, wedding customization, and shooting rentals.

When she arrived at the place, Jing Zhao didn't ask the driver to wait for her in the alley, but said that she might have to stay in the store all afternoon and asked the driver to go back first.

The gray-blue walls, the wooden doorplate, and the four characters "Fenghe Cheongsam" are engraved on it. As soon as you enter, you will be greeted with an antique look, and you will feel a sense of time and space disorder in a trance.

The sales staff in the store were all wearing light green work uniforms, one by one in an elegant posture. At this time, there were no customers in the store, and when they saw Jing Zhao coming, they all gathered together to say hello.

"Hi boss!"

"Good afternoon boss!"

Jing Zhao smiled back, glanced at the display in the store, and then asked, "Where is your store manager?"

Because Jing Zhao herself usually only likes to draw sketches and make clothes, but is not very good at management, so she hires an acting store manager for each store.

As soon as Jing Zhao finished speaking, the wooden door of the compartment inside the store was pushed open. The store manager, Chen Qiuyue, came out wearing a moon-white long cheongsam, with an oval face and crescent eyebrows. When she saw Jing Zhao, her eyes lit up instantly, "Come here, Zhao Zhao!" gone."

Chen Qiuyue is in her thirties and has a good relationship with Jing Zhao, so she didn't call her boss like everyone else.

"You haven't been here for a long time, and you don't care about checking the accounts at the end of the month, so you can rest assured of me?"

Chen Qiuyue pulled her to sit down in the small living room beside her, joking in a familiar tone, at the end she saw the person opposite her smile slightly, and then said a little disappointed: "Sorry, I had an accident a while ago, I was in a car accident, I hit my head, and I can't remember what happened before."

As soon as these words came out, Chen Qiuyue stared in surprise, as if she hadn't thought of it at all: "My God, did you have a car accident? And you lost your memory?"

Like the **** plot on TV, Chen Qiuyue didn't expect such a thing to happen to her, and looked back and forth at Jing Zhao several times, "You really don't remember me?"

Jing Zhao nodded.

Chen Qiuyue sighed, and asked again: "What did the doctor say? Can you still remember?"

Jing Zhao: "Tell me how familiar I am with the following past events, so I should still be able to remember them."

"That's good." Chen Qiuyue nodded, looked at Jing Zhao, with a hint of happiness in her eyes, "Anyway, it's good that you are fine."

The two chatted for a while, and Chen Qiuyue tried to tell Jing Zhao something about the two of them getting to know each other. When the store just opened, Chen Qiuyue came here to apply for a job, so the two have known each other for two years.

And unlike the agent owners of the other two stores, Chen Qiuyue is also a cheongsam designer with a good aesthetic, which suits Jing Zhao's taste.

It's just a pity that Chen Qiuyue's voice is dry, and Jing Zhao still has no memory of the past, so Chen Qiuyue can only temporarily give up, and bring the topic to work, first reporting the store's accounts for the previous month, and then The two exchanged information about the new cheongsam that will be launched in the store.

Time flies, and it is six o'clock in the afternoon.

Jing Zhao’s cheongsam shop is usually only open until 8 pm. As the store manager, Chen Qiuyue, Jing Zhao has given her great rights. For example, today she gave the store staff a holiday in advance, because today is a routine for the store staff. The day of the dinner party.

It is an employee benefit, once a month.

Jing Zhao just caught up with them, and Chen Qiuyue persuaded her to go with them. Jing Zhao originally wanted to refuse, but Chen Qiuyue and the staff in the store were too enthusiastic, and she thought that Xu Tingzhou would not go home for dinner anyway, so she would just go for dinner. .

A group of five people got into Chen Qiuyue's car and set off for the restaurant they had booked.

The place to eat was in a business restaurant in the central city. The waiter took them to the box on the second floor. The menu was drawn up early in the morning. Not long after they sat down, the waiter began to serve the food.

They are all cute girls, chattering and making jokes from time to time, making people laugh out loud.

After nearly an hour, everyone had almost eaten, and Jing Zhao was ready to pay the bill.

Although it's an employee benefit, Chen Qiuyue can't let Chen Qiuyue pay the bill even though he's here.

So after the end, Jing Zhao called the waiter, but was told that the bill had already been paid. She turned around and looked at Chen Qiuyue, "Did you buy it? When?"

Chen Qiuyue looked puzzled, "No!"

Who paid for that? Jing Zhao looked at the waiter.

The waiter reacted and quickly explained: "This is the lady, your order was bought by Mr. Xu in the private room next door."

Mr. Xu? Thinking of something, Jing Zhao took out his phone, and sure enough there was a message on the top of WeChat.

[I'm opposite, wait for me when it's over, let's go home together. 】—Xu Tingzhou.

"Well, I know who it is." Jing Zhao raised his head and smiled at them embarrassedly.

Chen Qiuyue knew a little about the affairs of Jing Zhao's family. She knew that she was married and her husband's surname seemed to be Xu.

After realizing it, Chen Qiuyue raised her eyebrows at Jing Zhao, and jokingly said, "Is your husband here? What a coincidence."

Facing the ridicule, Jing Zhao was inexplicably shy, with clear eyes, and looked at the time when the message was sent, twenty minutes ago.

Then a few people packed up and walked out of the private room. The door to the bakery just opened, and four people came out. One of them was wearing a silver-gray suit with one hand in his pocket. Great artistic silhouette.

For a moment, Jing Zhao was in a trance and thought he saw two people. The Xu Tingzhou in a suit was not too different from the man in a T-shirt and big pants at home. He seemed to be a person who was suddenly promoted from a big boy next door to a noble man. Assume.

Xu Tingzhou raised his head, his eyes passed through the crowd and landed on the person who came out of the opposite bakery, he looked away after a glance, and continued to talk with the people beside him, after saying a few words, those people left, Xu Tingzhou also stepped over.

"It's over? Are you going home?" Xu Tingzhou lowered his head and asked Jing Zhao, Jing Zhao nodded, and then introduced to Xu Tingzhou: "They are all employees of my store, this... this is my husband."

I, Mister, Xu Tingzhou's eyes flickered slightly, and he was so shocked by these three words that he almost couldn't hold back his face with a gentle look on his face, he just wanted to hug someone and listen to her say it again.

The hand hanging by his side tightened slightly, Xu Tingzhou restrained his impulse, and politely nodded at them, "Hello."

The four flowers in the store were obviously in a state of confusion, and Chen Qiuyue was still calm. After the three young sisters were greeted by the handsome guy, they were a little secretly excited.

"Holy shit, this is the boss and her husband? He's too handsome! The boss is also very beautiful. What kind of script is this for a wealthy family to spoil his wife? I'm in love with it!"

After being sized up by several pairs of searchlight-like eyes, Jing Zhao laughed a few times, bid farewell to them and got into Xu Tingzhou's car.

In the car, Xu Tingzhou held the steering wheel with one hand, tapped his fingertips on the steering wheel, glanced at the person who didn't say a word after getting in the car, and cleared his throat on purpose: "What do you call me first?"

Jing Zhao pretended not to understand, and looked at him suspiciously, "What's the name?"

Seemingly seeing that she was pretending to be stupid, the man gave a "tsk", licked his teeth with the tip of his tongue and still refused to give up, "Just now, you introduced to your clerk..."

"Your suit is not bad." Before Xu Tingzhou finished speaking, Jing Zhao spoke first.

The man's attention was instantly attracted, he looked down at his clothes, and a smile appeared in his peach blossom eyes, "Do you think your husband and I are handsome?"

Xu revealed his true nature. After speaking, Tingzhou looked expectantly at the person beside him, as if he wanted to get her affirmation.

"Handsome didn't see it, but he is quite narcissistic." Jing Zhao curled his lips, but refused to admit it.

Xu Tingzhou raised his eyebrows, and smiled confidently: "Narcissism must also have the capital of narcissism."

Jing Zhao pursed his lips, didn't want to talk to him anymore, closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

The man's eyes lingered on her reddish pinnae, and finally looked forward, the corners of his slightly curved lips gradually drooped.

In the evening, Jing Zhao, who had finally finished drawing the manuscript, knocked on Xu Tingzhou's door with a measuring tape. The man had just taken a shower. I wonder if he had learned the lesson from last time. He was not wrapped in a towel and was wearing a simple T-shirt. T-shirt and shorts, when seeing Jing Zhao, a pair of black eyes obviously brightened.

"What's the matter?" Xu Tingzhou opened the door and stepped aside, "Do you want to come in?"

Jing Zhao entered his room with a tape measure in his arms, then turned around and said, "I want to make you a suit, can you let me measure it?"

Making suits was an idea that Jing Zhao had before. Before he lost his memory, there were already partially formed designs on the sketches, but the finished product was not yet available.

In the morning, I heard Aunt Xiao talking about Xu Tingzhou's birthday coming soon, and Jing Zhao was thinking about what gift to give him. At night, he saw Xu Tingzhou wearing a suit, so he came up with such an idea.

"Do it for me?" Xu Tingzhou was stunned for a moment, completely unresponsive, and then he felt a little uncontrollable joy.

"Of course." As he spoke, the man walked inside, grabbed the hem of his clothes with his fingers and said, "How do you measure it? Do you want to take off your clothes?"

"No need to take off your clothes!" Jing Zhao said hastily, "That's all."

The man paused, and secretly loosened the hem of his clothes regretfully.

"Shoulders straight, chest up and head up." Jing Zhao said while taking the person's size.

The height gap between the two was a bit big, Jing Zhao had to tiptoe slightly to measure his shoulder circumference, but when the measurement was done, he suddenly retracted his feet and felt a little unstable, Xu Tingzhou subconsciously hugged her waist and hugged her into his arms.

Reluctant to let go and at the same time with a playful tone, "Hold into your arms?"

Jing Zhao pushed him away angrily, "Who threw himself into his arms! I won't measure it anymore! You can measure it yourself!"

"Hey, okay, okay, I throw myself into my arms!" Xu Tingzhou hurriedly grabbed the person who was about to leave, and gently shook the person's arm, saying in a good voice, "Continue to measure, okay?"

Jing Zhao wasn't really angry, so she came back and continued to measure his hips. When she measured his hips, she thought of the man's "molestation" just now, so she put away the soft measure, and said in a low voice, "The buttocks are pretty sticky."

Xu Tingzhou, who had been laughing from ear to ear, suddenly froze, "..."

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