The boss is chasing after the chaebol’s ex-wife, but you can’t afford it

Qianqiusui here.

When Xie Jinhuan learned that Han Xian had been released safe and sound, he was so angry that he smashed several antique crystal cups into broken glass.

"Mr. Xie, please calm down."

On the phone, Wen Qihan's voice was respectful and cautious, "This time, it was supposed to be foolproof, but Shen was shocked to realize that the secretary next to him was bound to have to stand up. Who would have thought that Nan Xing's bastard changed his confession at the last minute and took all the blame on himself? If there is an emergency, there is no room for maneuver on my side."

"Is Nanxing putting pressure on him?"

Xie Jinhuan stared at the scarlet eyes, slowly leaned down, picked up a shard of glass, and curled his fingers inch by inch.

Dark red blood overflowed along his fingers, staining his cold white fingers red.

His face was as heavy as water, and he didn't feel any pain. On the contrary, the tightness in his heart was relieved a little.

"Jiang Mian is old and has suffered from a lifetime of fighting and killing. He has long been relegated to the second line. Now Jiang Jiu is in charge of Nanxing."

Wen Qihan's voice was sinister, "Jiang Jiu has a close relationship with the fourth wife of the Tang family. Miss Tang asked the fourth wife to help Jiang Jiu come to the rescue. Jiang Jiu has no reason not to obey."

"Liu Zhuyun's 'promotion' of new drugs has always been very smooth, but here in Nanxing, there are constraints everywhere."

Xie Jinhuan slowly opened his palms, looked at the bloody palms, and raised a cruel smile on his lips, "That Jiang Jiu, think of a way to prevent him from ruining my business again."

Wen Qihan: "Are you going to kill him?"

"Kill him and touch Nan Xing's core, which will cause trouble. Find a way to stop him from controlling Nan Xing. That's enough."

Xie Jinhuan threw away the fragments and walked to the window.

When he saw the pot of Damascus roses that he had cared for so well, his gloomy and gloomy face revealed a strange tenderness that seemed like schizophrenia. His bloody fingers gently stroked the bright red petals, as if looking at his lover's face:

"That kind of bastard doesn't deserve to let me use my brain, let alone dirty my hands."

"You're right. I'll take care of that dirty gangster for you."

Wen Qihan paused, and his tone was cautious and full of expectation, "Mr. Xie, can the new drug be successfully developed?"

"Yes, it must be possible. As long as there are enough experimental samples and the data is accurate enough, success will be one step closer."

"That's great! If you encounter any difficulties in the future, tell me in time. I am willing to obey your orders and do my best, as long as the new drug can be successfully developed!"

When the call ended, Secretary Tan just walked in.

Seeing the mess on the ground and the ground dripping with blood, he was so frightened that he flew over and ran over in a hurry:

"Mr. Xie! Are you injured?! I'll find a doctor right away to bandage you!"

"Medicine...give me medicine..."

Xie Jinhuan's injured hand was shaking, and even the muscles in his cheeks were twitching uncontrollably.

Secretary Tan reacted immediately, took out the syringe from the safe, and injected the drug into his blue veins with ease.

"Mr. Xie, why do I feel that since you used up the last batch of medicine, your attacks have become more and more frequent?"

Secretary Tan looked at Xie Jinhuan who was lying on the sofa, his expression gradually softening and soothing, and he was filled with worry, "You can't use this medicine anymore. Although it controlled the tremors of your limbs, your body had a negative impact on him." With strong dependence, the side effects are becoming more and more obvious!”

"Do you think...I didn't try to quit?"

Xie Jinhuan looked up at the extremely luxurious yet cold crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

He felt dizzy, but this weightless dizziness unexpectedly made him feel very comfortable. "But, I can't quit... If I don't inject for a period of time, my withdrawal reaction... is more terrifying than drug withdrawal."

Secretary Tan opened his mouth anxiously, not knowing what to say.

"Ale, was I... deceived by my husband?"

Xie Jinhuan suddenly asked in a hoarse voice, "Is the medicine Mr. gave me poison? Am I unable to live without it for the rest of my life?"

Before Secretary Tan could speak, he comforted himself with a smile, "It doesn't matter if it's true or not. Anyway, my life was given to me by my husband... Even if he wants to take it one day, I won't complain.

I just...can't let go of Qiao Qiao. If I really can't fall in love with her and stay together...then I hope that at least the person who will accompany her to the end of her life...can be me. "

At this moment, the pot of red roses carefully cared for by Xie Jinhuan, at the bottom of the pot——

A waterproof, sophisticated micro bug can monitor everything that happens in this room.

For so long, everything in this box, from ashtrays and vases to large coffee tables and sofas, has not been turned over or dismantled by this crazy man.

He only took care of this pot of roses wholeheartedly. If he even touched it, anyone who let it lose a petal would die.

How could he have thought that someone would put a bug here.

*

The drug-related scandal involving the secretary of Shen's CEO briefly appeared on the Internet, but was suppressed by Shen Jingjue at the speed of light.

Han Xian appeared at the door of the Shen Group Building on time the next morning. In full view of everyone, he walked through the door with his head held high and used his strength to break the scandal.

The next day after getting the medicine, Tang Qiaoer got up early, washed and dressed, and prepared to go back to Haimen to find her brother Suifeng.

Shen Jingjue had been spinning around a lot lately, so she was really tired. She was very cautious when she got up, for fear of disturbing his dream.

After finishing cleaning up, when Tang Qiaoer got up from the dressing table, her feet were bare again, and she reluctantly returned to the bed and sat down.

The man's strong chest muscles were exposed, and the red marks were particularly eye-catching. There was also a bite mark on the collarbone, which was left when he went too hard last night and she couldn't bear it.

Tang Qiaoer's lips pursed and pressed, her cheeks burning with heat.

The eyes wandered to his face again, his thick eyelashes were drooped, peaceful and stable, and his thin lips were slightly upward, like a satisfied smile.

"I will favor you when I come back."

Tang Qiaoer leaned down to kiss Zhang Yanhong's face.

At this moment, she leaned forward suddenly——

The man didn't know when he woke up, but he still had his eyes closed. His big palm clasped the back of her head and pressed it down, and his two hot lips pressed together tightly.

"Well..." Tang Qiaoer's teeth fell apart and her breathing gradually became rapid.

Shen was startled when she felt another strong arm wrap around her lower back, sucking, sucking and biting, the tip of his tongue desperately hooking her, turning her thoughts upside down.

It wasn't until her breathing became heavier that he let her go. Panting heavily, he touched her pale lips with his fingertips:

"Your rouge is so delicious."

"It's so annoying... I just painted it on, and you ruined it again." Tang Qiaoer gently beat his chest, pressing her whole body against his body.

The morning arousal was so fierce and obvious even through the duvet, pressing against her belly.

Shen Jingjue pinched her waist, turned over suddenly and pressed her under him.

"I've been fed left and right, why not...let me eat as much as I can."