The Wife Wants A Divorce Every day

There was silence on the phone. Jiang Wanwan took the phone down and took a look at it strangely, and found that it still showed that the call was in progress, and there was nothing wrong.

"Yes." Xi Heming turned his chair and looked at the lake view outside the window: "You don't have to worry about the dress or anything. I will take you to do the styling at 3 o'clock in the afternoon." JSG

Jiang Wanwan glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already one o'clock in the afternoon. If she hurryed up, she could almost finish today's work.

"Yes, I'll be waiting for you at the entrance of the park at three o'clock in the afternoon." Jiang Wanwan hung up the phone swiftly and threw the phone on the table, desperately keeping up with the work progress.

Xi Heming, who was hung up, breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't even realize it. In his heart, he was still savvy, simple and rude to fit Jiang Wanwan's personality.

At 2:40, Jiang Wanwan's work was finally over. She called in secretary Chen Ke and handed him the documents processed on the desk: "Send these documents back to the various departments and let them follow my instructions. To do. In addition, I am going to a very important business cocktail party in the evening, and I have to do a styling in the afternoon, so I won’t go back to the company."

"Okay." Chen Ke took the document, Jiang Wanwan rubbed her sour arm, and continued: "Everyone has been tired recently, especially the technical department, and stayed up until 11 or 12 every day. Administrative later. When the department sends afternoon tea to the technical department, you should also go there and talk to Manager Li and Manager Meng. Let the technical department go home on time after get off work today, and stop working overtime tomorrow when it is the weekend. Take a good rest."

Chen Ke responded, and then asked: "Mr. Jiang, do you want to arrange a car to take you off at the evening reception? Do you need someone to accompany you?"

Although Jiang Wanwan is accustomed to driving to and from get off work by herself every day, he usually takes the driver with him on occasions such as business receptions. Regardless of the size of the company, the score must be set.

"No, I'm also going with others." Jiang Wanwan showed a look of regret: "It's a pity that I can't bring people, or I'll go with Manager Cao from the marketing department. I'll definitely be able to sign a few more deals."

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At three o'clock, Jiang Wanwan was about to come to the gate of the park. Xi Heming's car drove out of the garage and parked beside her at the same time. Jiang Wanwan opened the door and got on the car without waiting for the driver to get off.

Xi Heming was taken aback when he saw Jiang Wanwan wearing a professional suit, and then chuckled lightly: "I said you went out early and returned late lately. It turns out that you really started your business in a serious way. Are you okay?"

"Why not?" Jiang Wanwan turned her head and stared at him: "Entrepreneurship requires brains, vision, and capital. I don't lack these three items. Why should I not succeed?"

Seeing Jiang Wanwan's vow, Xi Heming sneered: "Don't say anything else, if you are just confident that if you are the second, no one dares to be the first."

Jiang Wanwan arched her hands: "Thank you for the compliment, I think so too."

The two snorted at the same time, unanimously took out their mobile phones from their bags, and handled their respective tasks. Jiang Wanwan uses a mobile phone that she bought again. The original contact person and WeChat are basically messages from her plastic girlfriends. It is either an appointment to go for beauty treatments or various competition bags. The news is endless every day. Its disturb.

Jiang Wanwan has looked through the chat records. As long as the original owner goes out with these girlfriends, she basically pays for meals, beauty treatments, and SPA. It is estimated that she is the kind of people who come quickly with stupid money in the hearts of these girlfriends. Take advantage of it. Even so, their group of girlfriends still quarreled from time to time, but the original owner's mind was simple and coaxing, and when someone said a few good things, they reconciled happily.

It's quite simple and happy.

Among friends, the most plastic relationship with her is Silia, who covets Xi Heming. Silia's family background is a bit higher, and she would not be ignored if it weren't for Xi Heming's estimation. It's just that Seliya didn't know what irritation she had received recently, she almost overflowed the screen, and Bai Lianhua's camouflage coat was almost torn by herself.

Jiang Wanwan hasn't had time to talk to her recently, so she will play the role with her after he has been busy for a while. Although she did not love Xi Heming and planned to divorce Xi Heming after paying back the money, she would not let Silia, who killed the original owner, marry Xi Heming.

Since she has penetrated into this novel, she has to write the follow-up of this novel!

Unwilling to waste time on useless things, Jiang Wanwan bought the mobile phone again and applied for the card. Suddenly, she felt a lot of disappearance. Now there are no outsiders in the mobile phone except for her family and work partners.

After opening WeChat, Manager Cao of the Marketing Department sent a WeChat message: "Mr. Jiang, I heard that Secretary Chen said that you are going to attend the cocktail party tonight. Is this the one on the top floor of the Haihu Building? I just got the invitation letter from the relationship and I am preparing to talk to you. Reporting."

Jiang Wanwan really didn't know where the reception was. She turned her head and asked Xi Heming, "Where is the reception tonight?"

Without lifting his head, Xi Heming directly replied: "Bihai No.1 Mansion."

Jiang Wanwan bowed her head and replied a WeChat message to Manager Cao: "I went to the reception of Bihai No. 1 Mansion, which is not the same place as you. It happened that we split up to get to know some entrepreneurs and introduce our smart platform system to them."

Manager Cao didn't reply for a long time. When Jiang Wanwan was about to close WeChat, Manager Cao suddenly sent a WeChat message: "Bihai No.1 Mansion???"

Jiang Wanwan felt that she was getting better and better, and she could see Manager Cao's trembling from these simple three question marks.

Jiang Wanwan asked wonderingly: "Is there anything wrong with Bihai No.1 Mansion?"

Manager Cao came back with a lot of words: "Bihai No.1 Mansion is the private residence of Mr. Zhao Qingyang, the richest man in Asia, the 18th richest person in the world, and the founder of Qingyang Group. Although the headquarters of Qingyang Group is in Suzhou , But Mr. Zhao Qingyang is indeed a real local, but he went to university in Suzhou when he was young, and he started his business there after graduation, and stayed there. However, Mr. Zhao will come back and live for half a month every year in these years. During the period, he will hold a cocktail party. Those who can receive invitations are only at the top of the pyramid in the province's enterprises, but there are also less than top-level bosses who are struggling to get an invitation to make contacts."

Manager Cao still had some thoughts after finishing this sentence, and couldn't help but send a string of exclamation marks: "Mr. Jiang, are you really going to this reception? Your connections are okay!!"

Only then did Jiang Wanwan know why Xi Heming attaches so much importance to this cocktail party. It turned out that the person who held the cocktail party was so backed.

However, she still hopes that one day she can go to the reception not as Mrs. Xi Heming, but as the president of Jiangcheng Technology!

The revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard! !

Jiang Wanwan was full of pride in her heart, and she couldn't help but start thinking about the future.

The car stopped at the door of a high-end clubhouse, and the waiter standing at the door came over gracefully and stepped forward to open the door. Xi Heming got out of the car and saw Jiang Wanwan still smirking in the car when he turned around. He couldn't help but sneered: "Don't dream anymore, you're here."

Jiang Wanwan recovered and got out of the car behind Xi Heming. In front of outsiders, Xi Heming and a gentleman hugged Jiang Wanwan's waist, but all he whispered was cynicism: "Did you daydream in the car just now?"

Jiang Wanwan rolled her eyes back: "Nonsense, I just imagine the future."

Xi Heming showed such an expression as expected: "It seems that the dream is a bit big, and Harazi is coming out soon."

Jiang Wanwan grinded her molars and gave Xi Heming a big eye: "Xi Heming, with your broken mouth, it is definitely a miracle that you have not been beaten to death until now."

Xi Heming showed Jiang Wanwan a bright smile, and Jiang Wanwan's twinkling eyes were going blind.

"No way, people are handsome so they are liked."

Jiang Wanwan glanced at him pityingly. This is a narcissistic rhythm.

Entering the hall, Jiang Wanwan couldn't wait to push Xi Heming's arm around her waist away, and followed the female designer waiting to the VIP female guest area.

The female designer first tested Jiang Wanwan’s skin, and when she was sure she was not allergic to petal oil, she took her to a beautiful bathroom. Several service staff respectfully took off her clothes and helped her to the ready-to-sprinkle. In the bathtub full of rose petals.

Some were shampooing and some were massages. Jiang Wanwan closed his eyes and enjoyed the comfortable service. She couldn't help but exclaimed: "This is really the service enjoyed by the ancient queen dowager. Xi Heming will not say anything else, but it is absolutely hypocritical in this respect. Excellent first-class."

Bathing, bathing, massage, SPA, exquisite meals and fruits are also provided. The designer in charge of putting makeup on Jiang Wanwan came at five o’clock in the afternoon. He circled around Jiang Wanwan who was wearing a bathrobe and took off a few sets of dresses suitable for Jiang Wanwan from the hanger on one side. The two female assistants next to him immediately picked them up. I took Jiang Wanwan to change clothes in the past.

After trying one set after another, Jiang Wanwan finally settled down on a silver dress. Although the designer thinks that the red set is more suitable for Jiang Wanwan's temperament and is very stunning, but Jiang Wanwan feels that she is not the protagonist tonight, and there is no need to be so eye-catching.

At six o'clock, Jiang Wanwan took her handbag out, and Xi Heming, who was sitting in the lobby reading a magazine, turned her head and glanced at the sound, her face was slightly startled.

I saw Jiang Wanwan walking in a long silver dress. The long curly hair that used to hang on her chest curled up, revealing her beautiful neck. With the step-by-step selection, the silver dress flashed with a thrilling light, as if a mermaid princess had surfaced.

In terms of jewelry, the designer matched Jiang Wanwan with a pearl necklace, which is luxurious and elegant to match with the dress.

Xi Heming looked at Jiang Wanwan and nodded in satisfaction; "Very good, this look looks dignified and elegant, suitable for you when you are not talking."

Jiang Wanwan walked to Xi Heming's side, put her hand on his expensive suit, and looked up at his face slightly: "Mr. Xi, do you know what type of man you are?"

Without waiting for Xi Heming to speak, Jiang Wanwan happily said the answer: "It's okay to find a pumping type."