Fake Powerful Woman
7 Strike if you don’t pay

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"Get in the car." His thin lips parted, and two words popped out.

Sitting in the car, Song Qiaoen felt that the air in the car was suffocating. He rolled down the window and glanced at the beautiful scenery outside.

"Where are you taking me?" She turned to look at him.

"A bridal shop."

If Le Tingchen didn't say anything, Song Qiaoen didn't doubt that he would forget the reason why she stayed by his side.

In another five days, it would be his and Fang Han's engagement ceremony. However, Fang Han had not shown any signs of waking up. This glorious task naturally fell on her, the '

Imposter!

Ten minutes later, the Rolls-Royce, which symbolized the status of a celebrity and aristocrat, stopped at the entrance of the bridal shop.

Song Qiaoen was almost surrounded by people, while Le Tingchen stood in the magnificent hall and waited.

His eyebrows were tightly knitted from the beginning to the end, as if they contained endless worries.

If he hadn't known in advance that Fang Han didn't have any extra sisters, he would have thought that Song Qiaoen was her identical twin without hesitation.

When he was waiting for her at the door of his house, he had already thought that she was Fang Han the moment she ran towards him.

"How about this?"

When Song Qiaoen walked out of the fitting room, he was wearing an orange strapless gown. She stood in front of the mirror and spun around, but her gaze fell behind her.

On the man.

Le Tingchen had one hand in his trouser pocket. His tightly pursed lips clearly showed his dissatisfaction.

"What about this?"

When Song Qiaoen walked out for the second time, he was wearing a pair of 11cm crystal shoes with diamonds on them. His snow-white short dress covered his thighs perfectly.

A large stretch of spring light exposed her slender and fair legs to the air.

She stood up straight and faced him with a heroic air. However, she only glanced at his tense face before she walked back dejectedly.

The third time…

The fourth time…

It was not until the sixth time that her legs were numb. She could only try her best to support her soft body and look at Le Tingchen who was standing behind her in the mirror.

Are you satisfied now?"

Her hands were holding the dress that was more than a meter long, and her soft voice had a hint of laziness.

Le Tingchen glanced at him, pursed his lips, and finally nodded." Sure."”

As long as this woman kept quiet, it was inevitable that she would get away with it.

Song Qiaoen nodded as if he had been relieved of a heavy burden. Before he turned around to change his clothes, he suddenly reached out his hand in front of him and blurted out," Give me the money."”

This woman was not the least bit merciful when she asked for rewards.

As if afraid that he wouldn't give it to her, Song Qiaoen explained," It took me two hours to change my clothes just now. As the ancients said,

An inch of time is an inch of gold. Big Boss, you can't be so stingy, right? This part of the money, would it be on credit?”

Song Qiaoen's smile was sweet and shrewd. He looked mischievous as she opened her palm in front of him." So... hurry up and pay up!”

What he meant was that if they didn't pay, they would go on strike!

Le Tingchen lowered his head to look at her, and Song Qiaoen looked back at him without fear. Even so, Le Tingchen still tore a check and wrote a "

After the number, he handed it to her.

Holding the check in his hand, Song Qiaoen deliberately smoothed out the wrinkles on it. His big round eyes looked at the number on the check and smiled slyly.

He put away the check and said casually," Thank you for the tip, Boss. I will do my best to satisfy you."”

Her expression was lively, but the smile did not really extend to her eyes…

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