Young Master Mo's Stuttering New Wife

Xiong Ze walked over from behind the office door.

There was no change on his face, but just now, he had heard the most powerful news.

This time he couldn't go wrong.

A trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes, and Xiong Ze walked away with his assistant.

The news of plagiarism is still fermenting unscrupulously.

For a while, everyone in the company was discussing about Chen Yi.

The most serious thing is that Chen Yi's skills are not up to standard, so there is plagiarism.

Among them, Lucy also came forward to explain, but it was like a mantis arm, and it didn't have any effect at all.

It can only make the spread of rumors more unscrupulous.

Who in the company doesn't know that Lucy's favorite is Chen Yi, and sometimes his status even exceeds that of Mo Yuhan.

So Lucy's appearance intensified the ferment of rumors.

"Doesn't Chen Yi know about such a big thing?" Some of them finally found out that Chen Yi hadn't been to the company for a long time.

"Who knows? It must be because I did something wrong and was exposed, so I hid." Some of them began to gloat.

"I think so too!"

"I think she deserves what she deserves. Who told her to express herself deliberately, now she finally has revenge!"

Those who were not very optimistic about Chen Yi on weekdays began to secretly laugh.

"Who said it wasn't? You don't know that sometimes she is really too rampant. In order to express herself, she even opposed President Mo in person. I think she had already started at that time. Otherwise, how could so many designers find out? No problem?"

"That's right, that's for sure!"

The people on the side also began to agree.

Congcong was the only one who sorted out the documents, and he had no objection to the slander against Chen Yi.

It's just that it doesn't have the liveliness of the past, nor the passion of the past.

Passing by the group of people, the hands holding the documents clenched the documents together.

"Hey, isn't this the little assistant? Isn't he pretty on weekdays? What's the matter, why is it so quiet now?"

The people on the side started to trouble Xian Congcong again.

What a bunch of nasty women.

Cong Cong cursed in her heart, but she suppressed the rising anger.

Chen Yi's words rang in his ears, "Don't speak quickly when things happen, no matter what you do, you are leaving yourself a way out."

She promised Chen Yi that she would not lose her temper again.

"You don't know yet, do you? This is a dog's power. If the master is not here, of course you don't dare to say more?"

In one sentence, everyone on the side laughed.

Seeing the mocking smiles on everyone's faces, Cong Cong clenched his hands tightly, his nails digging deep into her palms, and the pain from the palms made her anger a little less.

But he still glared at the people beside him.

Those people knew that Congcong was a person who dared to love, dare to hate, and was also a person who would take revenge. They still remembered that when she had a conflict with Su Qingqing, she suddenly looked at each other angrily, and the group of people were still a little frightened.

They are afraid of being beaten violently by others for no reason.

But Congcong ignored them and walked past them.

what happened?

The woman didn't even lose her temper.

I was stunned for a while, but soon, the office was filled with more unscrupulous ridicules.

At this time, Congcong had already left the office, and he was completely deaf to these ridicules.

She absolutely believed in Chen Yi, so she would not believe anything they said, and of course she would not turn herself into a dog because of this mad dog.

The most important thing now is to find Chen Yi.

Thinking of this, Congcong drove his own car towards Luoyuan.

Because she had heard that Sister Chen Yi seemed to be living in Luoyuan.

But at this moment, Chen Yi was lying weakly on the ground.

She has not eaten for two days, and now she is so weak that she has difficulty even walking, but now even if she opens the door, she has no strength.

But Chen Yi still didn't give up.

Chen Yi took out a needle from her hand, which she found out of the drawer last night.

She thought that when Song Feng threatened her again, she would take out this needle and fight him.

But it has been two days. Since then, Song Feng seems to have disappeared and never appeared again.

This morning, when she was in a daze, she heard that Song Feng had already gone to work.

Now only Zhang Xueqin is at home alone, and this is also the best opportunity to find Tongtong.

Chen Yi already had the answer in her heart, this time she bit the sheet tightly, and then closed her eyes tightly.

Raising a needle in his hand, he stabbed fiercely at her arm.

"Well--"

Chen Yi snorted, because of the pain, her entire face was twisted, sweat dripped down her forehead to her eyes, and finally fell on the carpet together with her tears.

Blood flowed down from the wound, dyeing one of Chen Yi's arms red.

People can't help but get scared.

But now Chen Yicai has really become stronger. This is the love for her daughter, and it is also the courage that a mother should have.

The pain spread all over his body at once, and Chen Yi lost sleepiness in an instant.

Enduring the pain in her arm, she got up from the ground, came to the door, and moved the doorknob.

Sure enough, Zhang Xueqin locked the door anyway.

I didn't think too much about it, because everything was racing against time, and going out now would save me a little bit of danger.

She went straight to the window and put the things she had prepared in advance through the window.

She has lived here for many years, so knowing this time, Zhang Xueqin is resting and has no time to observe her, so now is the most suitable time.

Without thinking too much, Chen Yi endured the severe pain and fell from the window.

A few times during the journey, her arm almost fell off because she couldn't use her strength.

But she thought of Tongtong, and endured the severe pain again. Blood flowed down her arm, soaking her hands.

She couldn't help but wrinkled up, this is a battle, she told herself, there can be no mistakes.

Enduring the severe pain like this, when she was more than two meters above the ground, she couldn't hold on any longer, and the wound started to hurt like being pricked by a needle.

An electric current hit her body, and finally she couldn't hold on anymore. This time, she fell heavily to the ground.

The old wound has not healed, and a new wound has been added.

Chen Yi's painful face twisted together.

The color of her lips has turned pale, and there is no trace of blood on her face.

Chen Yi bit her lips tightly to prevent herself from making a sound.

A thin layer of sweat had already oozed from his forehead.

On the grass, Chen Yi rubbed his aching body with one hand.

After a while, she still stood up firmly.

Out of the corner of the eye, I saw figures flickering in the room.