After getting married, he became the favorite of the boss

Song Shiwei couldn't laugh or cry, but her heart was warm.

What a blessing in life to have such a good friend.

She pulled Shen Yanhe back and hugged her, rubbing against her chest: "Xiao Hemiao, it's good to have you."

"But no, I'll take revenge with my own hands."

The matter between her and Qi Yunqian is to be resolved by herself.

Xiaohe Miao has already worked very hard, not only to make money to live, but also to take care of Shen Huai who is in the hospital.

She didn't want Xiaohe Miao to wade into the muddy water.

Shen Yanhe was silent.

She knew that Song Shiwei didn't want her to get involved.

Shen Yanhe sighed deeply, and hugged her back with open arms: "Then if you need help, you must tell me."

Song Shiwei nodded vigorously: "Yeah!"

When Fu Yanhe went downstairs to look for him, he saw two beautiful girls hugging each other.

He didn't make a sound to disturb them, but his gaze fell on Song Shiwei's hand on Shen Yanhe's slender waist.

That hand felt inexplicably in the way.

Song Shiwei's spine shivered, feeling inexplicably being targeted by some large beast.

She looked up quickly and saw Fu Yanhe not far away.

Fu Yanhe put on a custom-made black suit and sat in a silver wheelchair. He looked at her with a handsome face expressionless, and his dark pupils were calm.

But it made her feel a strong sense of oppression.

Song Shiwei swallowed, and let go of Shen Yanhe angrily: "Fu Yanhe is here, you can go find him, I came by car, you can go back by yourself."

Shen Yanhe blinked and followed her gaze.

Sure enough, seeing Fu Yanhe sitting quietly not far away without making a sound, he subconsciously showed him a big smile.

Fu Yanhe's thin lips curled slightly, with a slight smile on his face, he drove the wheelchair towards her, and nodded slightly at Song Shiwei politely: "Miss Song."

Song Shiwei didn't expect him to greet her, and she was flattered: "Mr. Fu."

His expression was calm, and when he looked at Shen Yanhe, his eyes softened a bit: "Can I go back?"

The man's voice is cold, cold and deep, but with a touch of softness, which is very pleasant to hear.

Shen Yanhe showed some hesitation on his face, looked at Song Shiwei and asked, "Shiwei, why don't I take you back?"

She was afraid that Qi Yunqian would trouble Song Shiwei.

Fu Yanhe followed suit.

Song Shiwei felt a sense of oppression coming to her face, and waved her hands again and again: "No, no, no, no, I can do it by myself."

She was sure.

If she agrees to come down.

This person surnamed Fu must kill her.

Fu Yanhe glanced at Shen Yanhe's worried expression, and suggested very understandingly: "Why don't you ask Wufang to send Miss Song back."

"It's getting late now, it's not safe for a girl to go home alone."

Shen Yanhe's eyes brightened slightly, she looked at him gratefully, and asked, "Is it okay?"

After all, Wufang is his man.

Fu Yanhe smiled and nodded: "Of course."

Shen Yanhe pursed her lips, feeling a little sweet in her heart. She took Song Shiwei's hand and said forcefully, "Let Wu Fang send you back, or I won't worry."

Song Shiwei was helpless and moved, so she could only nod her head in agreement.

A group of people divided into two groups and left Xia's house.

-

Even after that day, Xia Tairan tried his best to suppress what happened at the banquet that day.

It can be seen that there are too many guests, and there are still some rumors.

The news that some unscrupulous marketing accounts who were stalking the Xia family dedicated their lives to the young master of the Fu family and was thrown out of the door became very popular.

But they were also smart, the Fu family didn't dare to provoke them, so the news of the Fu family was deliberately kept low-key in the press release, highlighting the sacrifice of the daughter of the Xia family.

Netizens love this kind of news about the secrets of wealthy families and a little bit of sex.

But in just a few days, it was everywhere on the Internet, and the popularity continued to rise.

Some netizens even found Xia Ran's social account directly.

Xia Ran's marketing persona for herself on the Internet is a cold and beautiful girl who emerges from the silt but is not stained.

Most of what she posts on the Internet are photos and videos of herself making tea, practicing calligraphy, and painting.

Those photos are full of luxury and low-key everywhere.

But as soon as this romantic news came out, the girl's setup was shattered.

Netizens also gave her the nickname "Wanted Girl".

Xia's company was implicated as a result, and its image plummeted.

Xia's company has been struggling to survive these days, asking for orders. When this incident broke out, not only the orders became very few, but even the stock was fluctuated and fell all the way.

Xia Tingyuan was devastated.

After returning home from the company, he pointed at Xia Ran and Su Lan, who were also affected by the comments on the Internet, and yelled: "You two idiots! Look at what you have done!"

"The company finally got a little angry, but the stocks plummeted because of you two idiots! The image of the company is gone! Are you satisfied now?"

Xia Ran shrank aside in fear, not daring to say anything.

Su Lan refused to give in and cried out: "Aren't I thinking of the company? If I can really get close to Fu Yanhe, the company will have no shortage of projects to do."

"Now those marketing accounts on the Internet are talking nonsense, how can you blame us?"

Xia Tingyuan's face was livid with anger, he raised his hand and slapped Su Lan on the face.

Su Lan was hit in the head by him, covered her red and swollen face and looked at him in disbelief: "Xia Tingyuan, how dare you hit me?"

Xia Tingyuan pointed at her and yelled: "You are the one who hit me! Did I tell you before, don't provoke Fu Yanhe!"

"How did you two do it behind my back?!"

Su Lan was furious, she screamed, and rushed towards Xia Tingyuan: "You bastard! Didn't you know about this at the beginning! You know! You acquiesced! Now if something happens, it will be thrown on us girls !"

"Xia Tingyuan, you are a jerk!"

Seeing Su Lan and Xia Tingyuan arguing, Xia Ran hurried forward to stop her: "Dad, Mom, stop arguing."

"The most important thing now is to carry out public relations for the company and save the company's image."

Xia Tingyuan snorted coldly with a gloomy face: "By the time you remember to ask for public relations, the company has already gone bankrupt!"

He had already asked the company's public relations department to delete the news on the Internet.

But even so, the damage to the company's image will not be reversed in a short time.

The more Xia Tingyuan thought about it, the more angry he was, he glared at Su Lan and Xia Ran bitterly, picked up his coat and went out: "You two idiots! You know how to cause trouble all day long! The Xia family will be defeated by you sooner or later!"

Su Lan was so angry that she almost fainted, pointing at his back tremblingly, shouting and scolding: "Xia Tingyuan, you cold-hearted bastard! Don't come back if you are capable!"

Xia Ran also felt bad.

First, he stripped naked and delivered it to the door, then drugged Fu Yanhe despicably, but he refused. He would rather take a shower than touch her.

Then came the pornographic news about her that broke out on the Internet.

Her image is shattered, and now the friends who used to come and go in Haicheng must be laughing at her.

Now being scolded by Xia Tingyuan again.

Xia Ran's nose was sore, tears couldn't help falling down, she hugged Su Lan and cried, "Mom, I'm sorry, it's all because of me."