1783. Changed taste again

"Hmm."

Lu Moqing nodded and then walked past her and into Qiaoxu's office.

Seeing her own "clingy little demon," Qiaoxu chuckled and asked:

"What brings you here?"

"Looking for my wife."

He walked up to Qiaoxu, his slender arm propping himself up on her desk, and said:

"May I ask President Qiao to grace me with her presence for lunch?"

Qiaoxu looked up at him and said:

"No."

"I'm here already."

Lu Moqing sat down in front of her, resting his cheek on his hand and gazing at her like a pure white lotus in the lofty mountains.

"Wifey, you don't love me anymore."

"..."

Qiaoxu didn't even glance at him and coldly said:

"Don't be melodramatic."

With an air of disdain, it made his face look even more wronged.

A moment later, he handed over a small file bag to Qiaoxu.

Qiaoxu glanced at him and took it, "What's this?"

As she spoke, she opened it, and a piece of paper slid out from inside - a wedding dress design sketch.