Chapter 9： Styling

After a busy morning, Luo Qiao invited her father to dinner with her for lunch.

President Luo: "How does it feel to work in the company?"

"Okay."

Originally, her major in university was business management, and she was fairly quick to get started.

"Eat more." Luo Qianheng picked up some vegetables for her and asked smoothly, "Why didn't you call Siran for lunch?"

Luo Qiao: "..."

"I can tell you that there are many people who like Siran. Don't bully him all the time."

Bully him?

Luo Qiao felt that her father didn't know Ming Siran correctly.

"Pretty pretty..."

Luo Qiao raised her hand to stop: "You sold our house to him. I haven't cared about you yet. Stop talking about him."

"..."

After the meal, Luo Qiaogong sent his father back to the company, and said to Luo Qianheng through the car window: "Dad, thank you."

Luo Qianheng: "Thank what?"

"Thank you for helping me with public relations yesterday."

"What Weibo? How can I take care of these little things."

Luo Qiao was taken aback, not his father?

Who is that?

Luo Qianheng took an invitation letter and handed it to her: "Your Uncle Zhou hosted a dinner tonight. I'm not free. You will go for me."

Luo Qiao withdrew her thoughts, her eyes curled over: "Good."

Luo Qiao finished her work in the afternoon and called Mu Lan with her mobile phone.

At that time, Mu Lan was looking at her ruined dress and her face turned blue. Bei Rongrong in front of her smiled openly at her and walked away on high heels.

Mu Lan held back tears and answered the phone: "Qiao Qiao?"

Luo Qiao heard her voice wrong: "What's wrong with you?"

Mu Lan took a breath, didn't say much, and cleared his throat: "I have a cold, what's the matter with you?"

"I just want to ask if you are going to the dinner hosted by Zhou tonight? I heard that your company is also invited."

"Go..." Mu Lan glanced at her dress and bit her lip: "I was going to go, but..."

"Then I'll pick you up." Luo Qiao speaks quickly, and sounds very happy: "Let’s go to dinner first, and go back to my house to change clothes after eating. I’ll tell you, I’ll hire a stylist, You dress up well."

Mu Lan: "..." Luo Qiao was afraid that she was not an angel in her life?

She immediately threw the broken dress into the trash can and stood up happily: "Dad Luo, you are really my father!"

Luo Qiao: "?"

When she hung up the phone, Mu Lan opened her eyes and laughed out the door. Outside the door, Bei Rongrong put her hands around her chest and glanced at her: "Where are we going?"

Mu Lan said directly: "What's the matter with you little bitch? Bei Rongrong, I will warn you, and I will use tricks behind my back to see if I will tear your face! I will care if you have a heart attack!"

After talking about not seeing Bei Rongrong's face pale with anger, she squeezed her away and walked away.

It didn't take long for Mu Lan to see Luo Qiao's car. She opened the door and immediately got in and hugged Luo Qiao: "Oh, my little cute."

Luo Qiao was rubbed by her, pushed her away, and took a closer look at Mu Lan's red eyes, "Someone bullied you?"

Seeing Luo Qiao's look like "If you have something to say, I will avenge you", Mu Lan chuckled out: "It's the thing that holds high and stepped low in the company, and Luo Dad will cover me in the future. Who dares to bully me, walk around, not to mention unhappy, let's eat."

Luo Qiao nodded, and secretly had an idea in her heart to ask her father's driver to take them to the restaurant.