The Hidden Married Wife of a Paranoid Boss

Qiu Moxi didn't know whether to laugh or cry immediately: "Sissi is sick, I haven't received a call all day today, you come back now and tell me how much I care about Sissi, do you know that Sissi called and told me when she was sick?"

Dazed for a moment, Shen Yihan restrained his voice: "No."

"That's all right?" Qiu Moxi said angrily: "No one told me, you still blame me when you come back, am I a human being or a god? Can I predict the future?"

Today, Qiu Moxi's temper was even bigger than usual, so big that Shen Yihan once felt that the person in front of him was another person.

He didn't know why he was complaining, he just wanted to complain.

From coming back to now, he has been waiting at home for five hours for no reason.

During these five hours, he checked the time more than he watched TV.

It's not easy for Qiu Moxi to come back, but he still wants to quarrel with Qiu Moxi?

It was so inhumane.

But between Shen Yihan and Qiu Moxi, he really didn't know what else to talk about besides quarreling.

If it was the usual Qiu Moxi, he must be very calm, so calm that Shen Yihan doubted his life and mistakenly thought that he was complaining about the photos.

But today she is very different.

Even so, he still wanted to say a few more words.

"Okay, okay, blame me, blame me."

He said it deliberately, as if forcing an admission of error.

Qiu Moxi suddenly became furious.

"I said, Shen Yihan, can you be more mature? Are you going to stay so childish for the rest of your life?"

He widened his eyes: "Why am I naive? Come on, tell me how naive I am!"

"You're not so naive!"

What followed was endless quarrels.

Although they were arguing, both of them lowered their voices, for fear that Qian Qian would be woken up in the room.

On the other side, Song Chaoyang was leaning on the sofa in the living room and watching news reports about Shen Group.

The secretary came back from the outside with some takeaways, put them on the dining table and called: "Crayfish."

Song Chaoyang, who was still serious at first, bounced off the sofa immediately.

"Why have you been here for so long? I'm so hungry!" Song Zhaoyang came out of the bathroom immediately after washing his hands.

Sitting in front of the dining table, he watched eagerly at the cover of the crayfish opened by the secretary.

Immediately, the aroma overflowed.

"It's not the fattest time yet, wait until May and June to eat, it will taste different again."

The secretary agreed and nodded fiercely.

After a mouthful of crayfish and a glass of beer, the two shouted comfortably: "Comfortable, happy."

"I just walked in and saw you thinking about something. What are you thinking about so preoccupied?" the secretary asked.

Smiling, Song Zhaoyang replied: "You say it's strange, but after I met Qiu Moxi today, I don't have such a big opinion on the Shen Group."

"How?" The secretary asked curiously.

After thinking about it, Song Chaoyang said, "I don't know, maybe it's because of that woman's slap in the face."

"Then what do you want to do? Is it possible to spit out the meat that has been chewed in your mouth? People may not be willing to eat it."

Come to think of it, it seems that this is really the case.

The two continued to eat for a while, and the secretary asked a little puzzled: "Actually, I have something to ask you, why do you have such a big enmity with the Shen Group."

The secretary was recruited when he first established the company, so he didn't follow him for a long time.

But in the normal time when the two of them get along, they also know him more or less.

People are not bad, just a little competitive.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, there is no difference between his character and Qiu Moxi's.

If Song Chaoyang was also a woman, she would probably be the second Qiu Moxi.

In fact, he has always been curious about this question, because from the time he joined the job to the present, everything the secretary does is related to the Shen Group.

"If I say I don't know, will you find it strange?" Song Chaoyang asked.

"Of course." The secretary said bluntly.

"Then you know the saying that the more you know, the faster you die?"

The secretary froze for a moment.

"Do you still want to know?" Song Zhaoyang asked.

Shaking his head, the secretary hurriedly said, "No, no, I don't want to know anymore. Let's continue drinking and not talk about it."

After finishing speaking, he quickly picked up the beer glass from the side, and drank it without saying a word.

Song Zhaoyang burst out laughing when he saw his appearance.

It's not interesting to tell the secretary many things, but he may not understand the mystery.

People in the rivers and lakes always have a flaunt.

Ever since Song Chaoyang was a fledgling kid, he had regarded the Shen Group as his vane.

It may be because of being too successful. From the very beginning of his business plan, he followed the example of Shen's Group, and vowed to become a stronger enterprise than Shen's Group.

As it turned out, he had succeeded.

The scary thing about rising stars is that the younger generation will always be more innovative than the older generation.

And the older generation is always more experienced than the younger generation.

Although in his 30s, Song Chaoyang already has a place in the industry.

Before old man Shen retired, even old man Shen had to back down by three points.

Later, when he was abroad for a while, he heard that after Mr. Shen retired, his daughter-in-law would be the person in charge of the Shen family's business.

He was utterly contemptuous.

Where would a woman run any business?Although there are not a few female entrepreneurs in this world.

The central power of the Shen Group is not stable in the first place, and those shareholders are more like black sheep.

In addition to creating some beginnings, they are enjoying the happiness of life.

Moreover, the larger the enterprise, the more serious the internal fester.

Although Song Chaoyang's company is not big, he manages it cleanly.

There is no so-called shareholder, and he has the final say on everything.

Speaking of comfort, his degree of comfort is unique.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed, and a trace of happiness appeared on Song Zhaoyang's face.

"Tell me, what if I make a surprise attack?"

The secretary who was crazily eating crayfish suddenly asked, "What do you mean?"

Smiling, Song Chaoyang took off his gloves and wiped off the remaining oil stains on his hands, then picked up the wine glass and drank it down.

"I suddenly felt that Qiu Moxi was really interesting, so I had to fantasize about her. Shall we play a fun game?"

The secretary frowned, thinking: "But she's married?"

"What are you afraid of when you're married? I don't pick the people I want, let alone those who are married and have children, even if they're tied."

After finishing speaking, he laughed out loud.

If it works, it's a very, very interesting game.