Spoiled Marriage: Big President, Little Sweetheart

Si Shen's eyes watched him leave with a deep expression, and when he was far away, he opened the browser of his mobile phone and scanned the gossip on it.

Each one seemed to pierce his chest.

He made a call to his secretary with a cold face. As soon as the phone was connected, he immediately ordered in a low voice, "Let the people in the public relations department clean up the news on the Internet. I want the results before tomorrow morning!"

"Uh, Secretary General, what news are you talking about?" The secretary was ready to go to sleep, and was suddenly awakened by the mobile phone. As a result, he was blinded by such a headless order.

"Go to the Internet by yourself!" Si Shen explained to him with no mood, and hung up the phone after speaking.

He just hung up the phone on this end, and the phone rang on the other end.

He glanced at the caller ID before entering the elevator, his handsome face became colder, there was a moment of silence, and he swiped and refused to answer.

The person who called was extremely persistent. After he hung up, the person called two more. Si Shen refused without exception.

The person on the other end probably felt that he would not answer his own phone today. After three calls were hung up, the phone stopped.

"Ding--" The elevator reached the floor of Lin Anxin's house.

Si Chen put the dead cell phone into his pocket.

He didn't rush in.

I don’t know why it took ten full minutes to stand at the door before it seemed to have plucked up the courage, took out the key and opened the door...

The cozy little apartment is very quiet, as if no one is there.

He changed his shoes and walked from the hallway to the living room and didn't see the person he wanted to see. He went to the kitchen and smelled the fragrance of his face for a while before he saw the little woman in the pajamas casually rolled up her hair and carried a bowl of steaming steam. The freshly baked noodles came out of the kitchen.

Si Chen didn't know why he hesitated suddenly, his thin lips pressed tightly, and he didn't know why he didn't even dare to approach him.

Lin Anxin didn't do anything special. Holding the warm noodles, she walked straight to the small dining table and sat down, huffing and eating.

She doesn't look like a female celebrity on TV, she eats noodles naturally and casually, and she smashes her mouth from time to time, just not making a tut.

Emma, ​​no wonder so many people on the Internet like to talk about turning grief and anger into appetite!

It's so cool to feel overeating when you are in a bad mood!

She has been on a diet to stay in shape recently in order to come back. Sure enough, a bowl of noodles in the middle of the night beats a living god~

She eats more and more fragrantly, her brows and eyes are crooked, and she can't seem to be in a bad mood to other people. At first glance, she thought she was in a good mood, that's why she was so careless and unresponsive.

Si Chen knows that she hardly eats at night, but now that she ignores her and eats a bowl of noodles and sits there quietly eating, her chest is even more boring, as if she was punched and moved. I move my thin lips, but I don't know where to start explaining.

"An Xin, I..."

Before he finished speaking, the phone rang.

Lin Anxin put down his chopsticks and looked at him sideways, as if waiting for him to answer the phone.

The phone was still ringing, Si Chen tightened his temples, took out the phone, and glanced down. It was actually the caller ID he didn't answer before—Enron!