My wife is stupid, she always wants to slap me

Of course Jiang Zhaohe was not joking with him.

"Wen Biehe, you know, sooner or later there will be such a day."

Wen Biehe interrupted him a little excitedly: "Don't call me that!"

Realizing that his tone was not very good, he adjusted his breathing, and his voice softened: "Zhao Zhao, did you misunderstand something? Or was someone talking nonsense to you?"

Jiang Zhaohe sighed: "Don't do this, even if you have nothing to do with him, you still know that the person I love is not you."

"What do you mean I knew it? When did you fall in love with someone else?"

If the previous words were ordinary attacks to Wen Biehe, then the last sentence was a fatal blow.

Killing and punishing, this foot stepped on Mr. Wen's Achilles' heel.

Wen Biehe's expression turned grim, and he stood up and looked at his lover on the bed in disbelief.

Jiang Zhaohe tilted his head and looked at him innocently: "Didn't I make it clear to you before getting married? I have someone in my heart. If you meet someone you like later, we will divorce."

You never said that!You said you loved me!

Wen Biehe looked at his alienated expression, and the words he wanted to say got stuck in his throat.

He doesn't love me, at least Jiang Zhaohe, who looks at him with this look now, doesn't love himself.

Wen Biehe knew how Jiang Zhaohe loved someone, so when he didn't, he could tell at a glance.

In his heart there was a fine pain, and he caressed his heart dejectedly. He lowered his eyes and looked at Jiang Zhaohe: "Who are you in love with?"

Hearing his distraught tone, Jiang Zhaohe felt a pain in his heart, and subconsciously frowned, this shouldn't be.

"It has nothing to do with you. Take some time and we will go through the formalities."

Seeing that he was so heartless, Wen Biehe gritted his teeth and said, "Don't even think about it."

Turned around and slammed the door out.

He went downstairs to the door, picked up the coat hanging on the side and draped it in the crook of his arm, kicked the slippers aside hard, and began to change shoes.

The butler hurried over when he heard the movement and asked, "Master, it's so late, where are you going?"

Wen Biehe's eyes were dark, he grabbed the car keys hanging in the entrance and explained to him.

"Look at Ah He, let him recuperate at home these few days, and don't allow him to go out until he recovers."

The butler nodded in response, but he was very troubled in his heart. His legs were on Young Master Jiang's body, so he couldn't control him.

After driving all the way from the old house, he drove directly to the hotel, called the Yellow Crane Tower, and asked him to appear in front of him within half an hour.

Putting down the phone, Wen Biehe picked up the whiskey in the wine cabinet, uncorked the bottle and took a sip.

The yellow-brown liquid remained along the corners of the mouth, passed over the rolling Adam's apple, and dripped down to the chest.

With a bang, Wen Biehe threw the wine bottle in his hand and smashed it against the wall.

The glass and wine splashed all over the floor, and he sat down on the sofa in a slump: "Fuck!"

When Yellow Crane Tower followed the boss into the house, he saw the mess everywhere, and raised the ten-level alarm in his heart, and asked with [-] points: "Mr. Wen, what happened?"

Wen Biehe sat down, opened his long legs, leaned on the sofa, raised his thin eyelids and looked up at him: "Go and check my wife's information, from childhood to everything, sort out everything for me. "

Seeing the cold expression of the boss, Yellow Crane Tower froze for a moment, and quickly agreed.

He still remembered that before Wen Biehe and Jiang Zhaohe got married, he said that he put Jiang Zhaohe on the same level as himself, and would never investigate his privacy privately.

What now?

He looked at the uncharacteristically disheveled man in front of him, and his thoughts turned a few times.

"Mr. Wen, may I ask someone to come up and clean it up for you?"

Wen Biehe is usually picky and obsessed with cleanliness, let alone wearing such a wrinkled shirt, he can't stand it even in such a messy environment.

Wen Biehe leaned his head on the back of the sofa, closed his eyes and waved to him in exhaustion.

The savvy person in Yellow Crane Tower hastily left, closed the door and sighed at the doorknob in his hand.

It's over, the boss is in a bad mood, and the whole company will suffer.