The Hidden Married Wife of a Paranoid Boss

Because Qiu Moxi has been working hard in the past few days, her spirit has not been good recently.

After drinking two glasses of wine, my eyelids are particularly tired.

There is a drowsy feeling.

When there was a little bit of alcohol, Qiu Moxi regretted it a little.

He muttered: "Hey, I knew I wouldn't be here tonight."

The feeling of tiredness is getting worse and worse, as if giving her 1 minute can make her fall asleep immediately.

No one knows when they will be able to end this kind of life.

But this kind of life is really very boring.

At some point, a man sat down across from him. He was wearing casual short sleeves and mid-length pants, and sat quietly beside Qiu Moxi.

Qiu Moxi, who squinted her eyes slightly, opened them impatiently and was about to coax them away.

I saw who came.

"Song Chaoyang?"

She shouted in surprise, followed by a burst of defense.

I thought to myself, no matter where this person goes, his ghost will linger?
Seeing her like this, Song Zhaoyang was a little surprised: "Are you so afraid of me?"

"It's because you are not right, that's why I'm afraid of you."

Song Chaoyang smiled coldly, with a slightly smug look: "Really? That's fine, if you're afraid of me, I'll be satisfied. After all, the famous Qiu Moxi, Mr. Qiu, is actually afraid of me."

This man is always like this, as if all the women in the world are going to be joked by him.

Immediately, Qiu Moxi also became upset: "What exactly do you want? Why do you always follow me! The ghost is still there!"

"Don't you like it?" Song Zhaoyang's eyes were full of provocation.

"Like it?" Qiu Moxi showed the appearance of a real girl in front of him for the first time: "If I really like it, do I still have to avoid you? You are really scary."

Taking a deep breath, Song Chaoyang said: "If it was other women, I just need to hook my fingers and they will come to me, but it's different now. Ever since I fell in love with you, I've always treated others Not interested anymore."

Boring and rubbish are Qiu Moxi's most basic evaluation of Song Chaoyang in front of him.

Are rich people really like this?As long as you have money, you can do whatever you want?

Is there really only money in this world that can solve things?

She doesn't believe it.

Although she is also very rich now.

Qiu Moxi just didn't believe it. Doesn't someone like Song Chaoyang have a sense of shame?

When thinking of this, she suddenly became curious.

Looking at the man in front of her, she straightened up inexplicably and said, "Do you know what you look like now? You look like a beastly man now. You see all the women as if you saw your own prey. Are you worthless?"

Every word of hers was full of sharpness, and these sharpness turned into irony in Song Chaoyang's ears.

From the first time I met Qiu Moxi, it seemed that Qiu Moxi had never looked down on me.

That's right, there are many rich people in the world, and it's really disgusting to have rich people without virtue.

This may be the reason why Song Zhaoyang likes the person Qiu Moxi likes and cannot extricate himself.

Picking up the wine glass, Song Zhaoyang said to Qiu Moxi: "We are all acquaintances, so don't treat yourself as an enemy. How about seeing each other in the world and laughing away?"

"I will never forgive you for what happened last time."

Qiu Moxi stared straight at Song Chaoyang in front of him.

No matter what, he can be regarded as one of the top bosses, but I just don't know why such a top boss likes such a strong taste.

Of course he knew about the psychopaths of rich people, but he didn't know about the psychopaths like him.

Song Zhaoyang also smiled: "I don't care if you forgive me or not. What I care about now is when will you drink this glass of wine with me?"

"Why should I drink this glass of wine with you?" She asked in a daze for a long time while looking at the wine in Song Chaoyang's hand in front of her.

What she hated the most in her life was people like Song Chaoyang.

A little money, self-righteous, thinking that he is the most beautiful person in the world and the most powerful person.

It's really annoying to talk so frivolously.

A man who is married and has children, but any boy who is a little normal will not have any opinion on such a girl, right?

Only this Song Chaoyang still wants to get it.

People who don't have character and morality at the same time are really boring.

Looking at the wine glass in his hand, Song Zhaoyang said with unsatisfactory feelings: "Just consider it fate for us, you must know that it is also an inexplicable fate to meet by coincidence."

With a cold smile, Qiu Moxi said: "What is my fate with you?"

After speaking, he was ready to get up and leave.

Before it was too late, Song Zhaoyang grabbed Qiu Moxi's arm.

Qiu Moxi reflexively slapped him across the face.

Suddenly, she froze there.

Although her reaction speed was very fast just now, according to Song Chaoyang's usual style, she had already avoided it.

But that slap hit him on the face abruptly.

In fact, sometimes this thing does not exist.

Because Qiu Moxi was really just a subconscious reaction, but he didn't expect it to land on his face.

Song Zhaoyang didn't say anything, but Qiu Moxi was completely stunned.

"Why don't you avoid it?" She was stunned for a while, and finally asked lightly.

He raised his hand, touched his face, and said, "Why do you want to hide? Wouldn't it be boring to hide from the person you want to hit me in the face?"

Until now, she still couldn't see clearly what kind of person Song Chaoyang was in front of her.

He used to look like a lunatic, but now he looks like a pervert.

A man who likes to plunder, but pretends to be a scholar in front of others.

This is the most unbearable thing in the world.

His answer made Qiu Moxi speechless for a while, she sneered, but sat down.

It was completely within Song Chaoyang's expectation.

He smiled slightly, and then sat down.

"I really want to know why you hate me." After a long time, Song Zhaoyang asked, filling his glass and downing it.

The bitterness of foreign wine swirled back and forth in his mouth.

After a few seconds, the bitterness becomes a fragrance, which makes those who drink it endlessly aftertaste.

Thinking about it carefully, Qiu Moxi actually doesn't know when it started.

Maybe it was the time at the villa?
But what does all this have to do with him?He said coldly, "Does it matter?"

Song Zhaoyang smiled: "It doesn't seem to matter, but it seems to have a lot to do with it."

"Even if it was the time at the villa."

Because of this slap, Qiu Moxi chose to stay and drink with him.

Nodding his head, he took another sip: "It seems that there is indeed a good reason, and I really hated myself that day."