Wealthy Marriage: The President's Dumb Wife

Because of the incident in the gym, Zhenqi could only stay at home for a few days due to her hand injury and foot injury. She didn't want to worry Song Yu or increase her troubles. She didn't even go to the nearest hospital, so she bought a few dollars at the nearby supermarket. A plaster for labor pains, I only heard that it is a good sleep for a few nights, and the anti-inflammatory drugs that should be taken, so that it will be healed.

After recovering from the injury, Zhenqi Zhenqi started to work in a magazine. I have long been used to this kind of life. I am used to the days without Song Yu, and I am used to how to deal with those lecherous people alone. Of course, I am also used to it. Sad and sad, Zhenqi likes this habit very much, because even if she no longer has that person by her side, she can live a good life, thinking that she has not lost anything.

At the door of Yijing Magazine, Ma Shasha grabbed Zhenqi, looked up and down for a few times and then shook her head non-stop.

"What about me?" Zhenqi pointed at herself a little at a loss. Is there something on her face, or Ma Shasha has lost her nerve again.

"I want to take a good look at your appearance." Ma Shasha propped herself up with her fingers, and looked at Zhenqi, "Since Lu Zhenqi is Song Yu's favorite woman, why do you look like this?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Hearing Song Yu's name, Zhen Qi immediately acted like a cat whose tail was stepped on, "What is Song Yu's woman?"

"Jenqi, you are not being kind. We all know about you, and it's all in a magazine. | ​​Ma Shasha grabbed a magazine from the table next to her and placed it in front of Zhenqi," Nuo Look, is this you? "

Zhen Qi looked at what Ma Shasha was pointing at. That photo was taken in Song Yu's gym a few days ago. Although she and Luo Luo were only profiled, familiar people could recognize them at a glance.

"When is this magazine?" Jane asked in panic.

"Three days ago." Ma Shasha said and looked at Zhen Qi again, "Zhen Qi, are you really Song Yu's lover?"

Ma Shasha said the last two words in a very low voice, but it still made Zhen Qi tremble a little, and her eyes fell on the title of the magazine—Mistress vs. Zheng Gong, where the richest man, Song Yu, will go.

It's a good title, especially the circle drawn on the photo to indicate that she is the mistress. This kind of news really attracts people's attention. Zhenqi is a sharp-writing reporter on the Internet, but what are you doing? Seeing that I was a mistress, Zhenqi kept roaring in her heart, have you ever seen such a poor mistress or such an unfavored mistress.

"Jenqi, what are you thinking?" Ma Shasha looked at the silent Zhenqi and asked in a low voice, "I didn't mean it, I don't care if you are Zhenqi, I know you have difficulties, you must be for your own children right."

To your head, the corners of Zhenqi's mouth trembled violently, and she forced out a smile, "Stop asking about Ma Shasha, I can't explain it clearly."

"You don't need to explain." A cold voice came from behind, Zhen Qi turned around and smiled brightly at Gu Yan who was standing behind her, "Hello, editor-in-chief."

Gu Yan looked at Zhen Qi, and the blackness on her face was aggravated. Seeing this, Ma Shasha immediately slipped back to her seat, and looked at Zhen Qi pitifully.

"Editor-in-chief—" Zhen Qi hesitated and looked at Gu Yan.

"Come in with me." Gu Yan said coldly.

"Oh." Zhen Qi timidly replied, then followed Gu Yan into the serious office.

"Editor-in-chief." Zhen Qi stood in front of Gu Yan, cast her head down and glanced at Gu Yan who was signing.

"Lu Zhenqi." After Gu Yan signed the document, he looked up at Zhenqi and paused before saying, "You have been fired."

"What?" Zhenqi thought she heard it wrong, and then asked again, "Why, is it because of my leave? I called you."

"|Isn't it because of this?" Gu Yan sat on the chair upright, looking at Zhen Qi, "I think you know better than me why, our magazine is not a shelter, not everyone wants it, we also want reputation .”

"Can you listen to my explanation about that matter? It's not like that." Zhenqi said anxiously, damn it, she didn't expect that a piece of rumored news would affect her work. If she lost her job, what would Yijing do? Do, "Editor-in-Chief, it's not what it says."

"That?" Gu Yan raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhen Qi, "Little San?"

"I'm not." | Zhenqi clenched her palms and said loudly, "I have nothing to do with Song Yu. We didn't have any relationship a long time ago. As for that day, it was because my friend invited me to go. I didn't expect it to be like this of."

"I know you're not mistress, you're Song Yu's wife." Gu Yan looked at Zhenqi, his eyes were so cool that one couldn't bear to look directly at her, "We can't have Lu Zhenqi because you are his wife."

"Why." Zhen Qi looked at Gu Yan puzzled.

"We and Nuo Model, the interviews are all linked to Song Yu's company. I don't want to lose Song Jing as a client because of you, and letting you leave is also a necessary condition for our magazine to renew the contract with Song Jing." Gu Yan Good point to end.

Letting you leave is also a necessary condition for our magazine to renew the contract with Song Jing. When Zhen Qi came to open the magazine with her own things, she only had these few words in her mind.

What did I do to Song Yu in my previous life? In this life, I will let Song Yu torture me like this.

Zhen Qi drooped her head, and at this moment, the mobile phone rang from the cardboard box.

"Hello." Zhenqi grabbed the phone feebly.

"Lu Zhenqi, I heard that you and Lin Miaolan had a big fight in the fitness club?" It was Song's mother.

Zhenqi couldn't help shaking, and then explained, "No, auntie, it was just a misunderstanding."

"Lu Zhenqi, I thought you would never show up in this life. Why did you come back when you left? Why did Hague appear in Song Yu's world when you came back? Lu Zhenqi, is your refining weapon so thick, or what do you want? ?”

"Auntie, I don't want anything." Zhenqi explained aggrievedly, "I just—" Divorce, Zhenqi was about to say it, but remembering that Song's mother didn't know about getting the marriage certificate, she was silent for a few seconds Zhen Qi said slowly, "Auntie, I want to make a deal with you. As long as you agree, I promise that I won't have any contact with Song Yu."

Now that I and Song Yu have reached a point where I can't stay, the only one I can rely on now is myself. I must try my best to provide Yijing with a good environment, live hard, and not become "boring and childish" in Song Yu's eyes.

"I need a job, a high-paying job, and it's in fashion design. As long as you help me find a job, I guarantee that I won't appear in front of Song Yu in this life, and won't cause you any more trouble."