The world's most sassy sweet wife

Yu Ziqing glared at him. She didn't want to answer him at first, but when she looked at the phone stuffed into her hand, she had to admit that she was a little curious.

He Xuanchen said: "Password 1229, or use the fingerprint of your index finger."

Yu Ziqing looked at him suspiciously with complicated eyes.

December 12 is her birthday.

When were the fingerprints entered?

Did she lose her memory?
He Xuanchen saw the doubt on her face and scratched his forehead.

Yu Ziqing squinted her eyes, the man scratching his forehead and nose showed a guilty conscience.

"Cough!" Knowing what she was suspicious of, He Xuanchen took the initiative to confess:
"It was the night you ate 'sugar'."

Yu Ziqing narrowed her eyes: "What else did you do to me that night?"

Why do you feel like you have forgotten a lot?
He Xuanchen sighed: "It's gone."

What he should have done that night made him hold back, thinking about it now, he still regrets it.

Probably the only chance in this woman's life to take the initiative to approach him.

Yu Ziqing placed her right index finger on the fingerprint and pressed lightly, and the screen was actually unlocked.

She raised her eyes to look at the man, and looked at him thoughtfully.

When I opened the WeChat interface, it was very clean. She was the only contact person recently. It was very clean like what a patient with a severe cleanliness obsession should do.

She subconsciously tapped her address book, and then big question marks appeared in her big eyes.

Only herself?
She asked suspiciously, "Is this your trumpet?"

It’s pretty clean, so I’ve made enough preparations on the way back.

He Xuanchen said: "Just this one number, the information has not been cleaned up."

Yu Ziqing asked curiously, "Where's Qiao Beiran?"

He Xuanchen said in a deep voice: "It's blacklisted, and even if he can't spread a word, he's a waste."

Yu Ziqing rolled his eyes at him: "What does it have to do with others?"

But she was the only contact on the phone, she didn't quite believe it.

There must be other phones, or other accounts, just hidden.

After all, he is a thoughtful person and also a person who has high requirements for details. In order to avoid showing his feet, it is definitely not difficult to hide these.

He Xuanchen stared closely into her eyes: "It's gone. There is no one to contact except you."

Yu Ziqing looked at him: "Where are your clients?"

He Xuanchen said: "We usually contact Li Ke."

Yu Ziqing asked again: "Then you should have Li Ke?"

He Xuanchen replied: "Usually use the office system to handle work, and make phone calls in rare cases."

Yu Ziqing threw the phone to him.

He Xuanchen looked at her solemnly, and asked cautiously:
"Do you trust me now?"

Yu Ziqing didn't answer, just in time to see Chang Song walk into the greenhouse.

Chang Song held a transparent plastic bag in his hand, which also contained an aromatherapy burner.

"Sister, there really is. It's in the attic. My dad sometimes stays in the attic for a while, mainly to make some architectural models and so on. He usually works in it by himself. I didn't expect the other party to know my dad's diet and daily life like the back of his hand."

Come to think of it, my father's work and life were the same, not very colorful.

Yu Ziqing nodded and asked, "Did you read it elsewhere?"

Chang Song said: "I've seen it all, and I can't find it anywhere else. But don't worry, I already know this thing now. If I see it again someday, I will dispose of it."

Yu Ziqing walked towards the door with her hands behind her back: "Then there's nothing else to do, let's go."

Chang Song responded, and suddenly saw a cut in He Xuanchen's lower lip, and traces of bright red blood oozing out, adding a touch of evil to his pale and stern face.

"Mr. He, why did your mouth hurt?"

When he went out just now, he shouldn't be injured, right?

Why did Haoduanduan suddenly lose his mouth?
and many more……

He looked at Yu Ziqing with his hands behind his back, walked out of the greenhouse as if he hadn't heard anything, then looked at He Xuanchen, and suddenly understood something.

When these two people came, they seemed to be angry, so they were either fighting or...

He suddenly remembered the picture drawn by Du Weiwei, and his cheeks blushed.

"Cough cough!"

So are the two reconciled now?

He pretended not to know anything and followed behind the two of them.

Yu Ziqing walked in front with a blank face, leaving a cold back for the two people behind.

She regretted that she should have bit the man's tongue just now, not his lips.

As soon as he walked to his car, he heard the man behind him say:

"Chang Song, you drive my car."

Before he finished speaking, he had already thrown the car keys to Chang Song.

Chang Song instinctively reached out to catch it, but seeing this luxury car worth tens of millions, his legs went limp.

Not daring to refute the boss's opinion, he could only bite the bullet and agree: "Okay, Mr. He."

Yu Ziqing looked at He Xuanchen coldly, and asked lightly, "Are you running back?"

He Xuanchen's blood-stained lip line hooked up: "I also think it's a bit far to run back. The car was confiscated by Chang Song, so you can take me back with you."

After he finished speaking, he got into the car, regardless of whether Yu Ziqing agreed or not.

Chang Song stood there dumbfounded.

requisition?

When did he say he was going to conscript?

It was obviously forced into his hands.

Chang Song looked at the idol innocently: "Sister..."

The idol has seen it with his own eyes, and he can definitely see that he is innocent.

Yu Ziqing said with a cold face: "Okay, you can do your work."

She got in the car, started the car and left.

Chang Song stood alone on the spot, sighing repeatedly.

These two people should make up quickly, otherwise the people who stay by their side will be very dangerous.

Yu Ziqing stared straight ahead and drove for a while.

He Xuanchen kept staring at her for more than ten minutes.

She finally couldn't bear it anymore, and said in a cold voice:

"Looking at it again will dig your eyes out."

He Xuanchen smiled and said, "Your mouth is swollen."

The car suddenly swayed left and right, and then immediately returned to a straight line.

Yu Ziqing pursed her lips subconsciously, and said in a cold voice, "It's useless for you to pester me now, I've already seen through you."

Even if it was a misunderstanding, the man approached her because of impure motives. She believed in her intuition.

"Oh?" He Xuanchen asked with a smile: "See through me? Then tell me, what did you see?"

Yu Ziqing said coldly: "You know it in your heart."

He Xuanchen sighed: "Yu Ziqing, you really hate me."

Yu Ziqing didn't speak, and drove the car quietly, but stepped on the accelerator harder and harder.

He Xuanchen continued: "I have been in Haicheng for two days, and it seems like I have been separated from you for two lifetimes. I am full of you, but when you come back, you either hurt me with a fan or left me in the yard. You know what I do How many nightmares did you have? You can't listen to my explanation, and you don't believe every word I say. After getting along for so long, you don't even have a [-]% trust in me. "

Yu Ziqing still didn't speak.

He Xuanchen continued: "If I didn't want to explain it clearly to you, I'm afraid I would die in my dream."

"hiss--"

He touched the wound on his lips, and looked at the woman aggrievedly: "It really hurts."