MTL - Master Pei’s Wife is a Devil Concubine-Chapter 888 Don't talk nonsense, Kam!

  Chapter 888 Don't talk nonsense, learn!

  F country old man, Joey.

  The private suit that Su Ji took off was made by him.

  The gown that Su Ji is wearing at this moment, which is the support for the "teaching director" to be dragged to the sky, was designed by Mr. Matthew.

so…

  Outside the dressing room, the bodyguards heard the tense confrontation inside.

  Brother Dirty Braids took out the listening level of the Chinese language test and pricked up his ears, but due to the language barrier, he could only hear a general meaning.

   And did not hear the voice of their wife, but it is certain that there was a dispute inside.

  Brother Dirty Braid stared at the doorknob of the dressing room, so tangled up that Xiaoxiang's sweat oozes between his brows.

  Do you want to go in and have a look?

   But the inside is the lady's dressing room after all.

   Once the lady is still changing clothes inside...

  Brother Dirty Braid instantly remembered the terrifying expression of his employer, Mr. Pei!

   "Boss, wait a little longer!"

  The subordinates obviously also know how boring their employer Mr. Pei is.

   Especially when it comes to their charming wives!

  Brother Dirty Braid nodded in deep agreement, then put his ear to the door and paid close attention to the situation inside.

  The "teaching director" became more blatant. Even if he knew that Su Ji was behind the screen and could hear what she just said, he didn't have any scruples.

   "If you can't say it, just keep your tail between your legs." She looked at Aimeng mockingly, "It's good to have backbone, but you also have to have capital."

  Aimeng clenched her hands into small fists, "It's not a street vendor! My sister's clothes are all specially designed by Mr. Pei!"

   "Looking for someone to design?" The "Dean of Education" crossed his arms, "It seems that it is not only a street stall, but also a miscellaneous brand!"

  However, she was coquettish one second, but she couldn't help but pause the next second, because there was a sudden movement behind the screen, and a fair and beautiful hand stretched out, folding the screen back.

  Su Ji, who changed into a dress, came out from inside...

  The tight-fitting long skirt wrapped her slender body curves, and the very positive Klein blue made her skin so white that it was against the sky.

  The silky satin material is very high-grade. In order to see the effect more clearly, the costume designer simply tied Su Ji's long hair behind her head, revealing her perfectly curved swan neck.

  Su Ji just appeared in front of everyone without any notice, with black hair, fair skin, red lips, and blue clothes.

  Like the mistress of a mysterious nobleman at the end of the Middle Ages.

   A casual smile can turn the clouds upside down, power is a game played by her hands.

  Aiyan and Aimeng stopped breathing for a second.

  The mocking expression of the "teaching director" also lost his focus for a moment.

  Zhu Yiyi and Dandan's jaws almost dropped to the ground.

  But at this moment they haven't realized yet, what Su Ji is going to say next is really going to take all of their jaws off—

  She didn't look anywhere else, and the peach blossom eyes at the end of her eyes fell on the "Dean of Teaching" bluntly.

  The "Dean of Teaching" was overwhelmed by her aura.

  She saw Su Ji nodding her chin towards the dress she was wearing, and slowly pursed her lips, "This dress of yours seems to be my apprentice..."

  The "teaching director" looked into her eyes, but still didn't respond after a few seconds, "?"

What's the meaning?

  Aimeng blinked at her sister's private suit hanging in her arms.

  That dress is the apprentice of this private server...

   In other words, this private suit is the master of that suit...?

  The eyes of Ai Yan next to her widened in vain!

  The "Dean of Teaching" dismissed it, thinking that Su Ji was playing tricks.

"No way?"

   Ai Yan suddenly made a sound at this moment, and everyone looked at her.

  But Ai Yan only looked at her own sister, "The clothes Mr. Pei gave you turned out to be the work of Master Joey?!"

  As her words settled down, everyone in the dressing room, the "teaching director", Zhu Yiyi, Dandan, and several makeup artists, all changed their expressions almost at the same time!

  Mr. Joey's handiwork?

  Can this kind of joke be made casually?

   When Ai Yan said this, her expression was also slightly startled.

  Especially when Su Ji replied to her...

  Su Ji replied, "It seems so."

  Aiyan took a look at Aimeng, her eyes were full of disbelief, and Aimeng... Aimeng grinned from the corner of her mouth to her temples when she realized that she was already laughing with her hips on her hips!

   "Your dress is the work of the chief disciple, but our sister's private server is directly Master Joey himself!"

  Brother-in-law is awesome!

   Aimeng looked at the "teaching director" provocatively, "Street stalls? Miscellaneous brands? Some blind?"

  The "Dean of Teaching" clasped her hands. She would never believe it. Even the other staff behind her showed complicated expressions.

  If Su Ji just bragged that her clothes were designed by Mr. Matthew, then they wouldn't say anything, but she... directly said that it was the handiwork of Mr. Matthew's master, Master Joey? ?

  This is completely out of the Arabian Nights, okay?

  Especially if they themselves work in high-end clothing brands, it is even less likely to believe such jokes.

   For some reason, the four O·G staff looked at each other a few times and then all laughed.

  Dandan asked in a daze, "What does this mean?"

"The key is..." the "Dean" covered his lips and forced his smile back, "One thing everyone in the industry knows, Master Joey... never designs daily private servers, and doesn't have any private server brands under his banner, so Ms. Su ..."

  She deliberately hesitated to speak, but the meaning of the second half of the sentence was obvious.

  She was talking about Su Ji bragging!

  Zhu Yiyi was originally unwilling to believe that this was true. Hearing what the "teaching director" said, she seemed to find a balance in her heart immediately, and then agreed, "I seem to have heard of this..."

   Dandan said something, "But Mr. Pei is so powerful, it's impossible to buy fakes, right?"

"Nothing is impossible," the "teaching director" pulled his lips with an exaggerated and sarcastic expression, "Actually, there is the simplest way to identify Master Joey's clothes. If Miss Su is not afraid to lend me the clothes, I can help you on the spot." Miss Su's appraisal!"

  The "teaching director" didn't want to chase after them, but Su Ji and her assistants were really good at pretending, so she didn't mind helping them popularize science.

but…

  Su Ji must not dare to give her the clothes.

  She pushed her glasses with a disdainful expression.

   She rolled her eyes and was about to turn around when something hit her head on the back of her head.

  She turned around in a daze, and the slippery dress fell into her hands.

   Looking down—

   It turned out to be Su Ji's private server!

  Su Ji withdrew his raised hand and smiled unhurriedly, "Then ask 'professionals' to help me identify it. If it is fake, I have to talk to my fiancé~"

  The "teaching director" squeezed the clothes in his hand and forced a smile, "Miss Su, just don't be afraid of losing face."

  Su Ji glanced at the time on his phone, glanced at her from the end of his eyes, and restrained his smile. The momentum of listening to politics behind the curtain suddenly came, "Don't talk nonsense, Jian."

  (end of this chapter)