The Little Fairy Wife Dressed As a Villain

Xiao Zhou straightened his hair in front of the mirror, and said nonchalantly, It's nothing. I heard that Mr. Jiang lost his temper that day and broke his phone.

Xiao Tao curled his lips, If the phone is broken, you can ask Gao Tezhu to buy a new one and bring it back.

You remember last year for Mr. Jiang’s birthday, our entire office ordered a birthday cake for Mr. Jiang to express our affection. Mr. Jiang only glanced at it, but didn’t touch it. We ate all the cakes ourselves.

Xiao Zhou raised his wrist to look at the time, and urged: It's time to get off work, let's go, and don't talk about these things in the future. Mr. Jiang hates talking about other things in private during working hours. Your appointment is a lesson from the past.

Xiao Tao's face changed slightly and he closed his mouth.

After the bathroom door was closed, Lin Qianxiao slowly walked out from the innermost cubicle. After washing her hands, she didn't go back to Jiang Zhi's office immediately, but sat on the balcony opposite the bathroom in a daze.

When it was off-duty time, the secretaries and assistants who had not received the overtime notice packed up their things and left one after another. The entire 48th floor slowly fell into silence.

Jiang Zhi settled the matter at hand, raised his wrist to check the time, got up and went outside to find Lin Qianxiao.

Hearing the familiar footsteps behind her, Lin Qianxiao turned her head subconsciously.

Are you off work?

Um.

Seeing her listless appearance, Jiang Zhi walked up to her, stroked her forehead with his dry and warm hand, felt the warmth of the skin in the palm, moved his hand up, and gently rubbed the top of her hairy head.

Let's go, you can go home.

Oh.

The two returned to the office, packed up their computers and mobile phones, Jiang Zhi was carrying a briefcase, and she was carrying her small bag, and went to the parking lot together.

Along the way, the car was very quiet.

Jiang Zhi looked down at the file on the phone while Lin Qianxiao's eyes subconsciously fell on the phone in Jiang Zhi's hand.

Pure black metal shell, delicate and thin body, full screen, the same model as the mobile phone she uses, she uses the normal model, and Jiang Zhi has the business PLUS model.

Although Jiang Zhi focused his attention on the phone screen, Lin Qian stared at him with all the right eyeballs, it was impossible for him to be unaware.

Knowing that she couldn't hide her thoughts, he originally wanted to wait for her to speak up, but she didn't say anything until the Maybach drove into the parking lot of the apartment.

Back at the apartment, it was still early, Mrs. Cai was cooking in the kitchen, and the air smelled delicious.

Lin Qianxiao put her bag on the sofa, went into the kitchen to look at the dishes for dinner, then returned to the sofa and turned on the TV.

Jiang Zhi changed his clothes and came out, seeing Lin Qianxiao who was sitting on the sofa silently watching TV, his dark eyes narrowed slightly.

She was still very happy in the office in the afternoon, but later, she received a call from Bai Shuangshuang. After going to the bathroom, she was in a bad mood, and she was silent on the way home. He could clearly feel that she was unhappy.

Jiang Zhi stood there looking at her for a moment, then turned and went to the study.

...

After reading Lin Fengjiao's two-year illegal drug purchase record sent by Jiang Zhi, as well as all the properties owned by Wen Yu and Lin Fengjiao, Wen Ziming's pressure is very low.

He could convince himself that the drug purchase records might be forged, but Wen Yu and Lin Fengjiao's hundreds of millions of assets could not be deliberately transferred to their names for the purpose of framing them.

Wen Ziming's spirit is undergoing a huge shock.

He thought that his sweetheart was gentle and kind, but in fact, he had been secretly injecting depression drugs into his sister's diet for the past two years.

With his whole body cold, he turned on his mobile phone Baidu, and searched for the consequences of normal people taking a large amount of depressants: emotional anxiety, irritability, irritability, sensitivity, suspiciousness, and the risk of developing personality disorder and persistent myocardial infarction in the long run.

Wen Ziming stared at the search results, his face was colder than ever before.

...

Wen Yu, who left Wen Hai's study and returned to the bedroom, was not as calm as she appeared on the surface. She bit her finger and walked back and forth in the room with a disturbed expression.

Although she has the handle of Wen's Group in her hands, Wen's has been operating in S City for many years and has a huge network of relationships. Even if she throws these things out, Wen's may suffer heavy losses, but it will not fall down.

What's more, if Jiang shi is willing to help Wen shi, then what she has in hand will have no effect on Wen Hai at all.

No, she can't sit still!

Wen Yu opened the packed and sealed carton, found a white suspender dress and put it on, carefully touched up her makeup, sprayed on light perfume, took out the medicine she brought back from Lin Fengjiao, and went downstairs to the kitchen .

Ten minutes later, Wen Yu knocked on Wen Ziming's door with two cups of steaming tea.

Hearing the knock on the door, Wen Ziming collected his emotions, opened the door, saw Wen Yu standing outside the door, and was slightly taken aback: Xiaoyu? When did you come back?

Wen Yu showed a tired smile, Brother, I've been back for a while, and I'm a little tired, so I took a rest.

As usual, as soon as Wen Yu said that she was tired, Wen Ziming had already sent her in to sit and rest with great distress.

Wen Ziming's tone was still concerned, but his eyes were cold, You look a bit haggard, why don't you rest in your room for a while?

Wen Yu's eyelashes drooped slightly, her frail body and helpless expression made her look very pitiful.

I closed my eyes, and the scene of being interrogated by the police was all in my mind. I was very confused and scared.

Wen Ziming looked at her, What are you afraid of? If you don't do something wrong, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. You didn't do it, and no one can wrong you.

Wen Yu raised her eyes and smiled softly at Wen Ziming, Well, thank you brother, I feel much better with your comfort.

That's good.

Wen Ziming smiled at her, habitually raised his hand to rub her hair, his palm paused slightly when it was about to touch her, and then fell down as usual.

Wen Yu took the opportunity to pass the tea in her hand forward, and said softly, Brother, I made tea.

Wen Ziming's eyes fell on the two cups of black tea on the tray, he struggled a bit, moved away, Come in and sit down.

it is good.

Wen Yu sat on the sofa opposite the desk, and brought one of the cups of tea to Wen Ziming, Brother, your favorite Ceylon black tea.

thanks.

Wen Ziming took the black tea, lowered his head and was about to drink it, when he suddenly thought of something and put the teacup on the coffee table.

Wen Yu's smile froze, and she couldn't hide her nervousness and asked, Brother, what's wrong?

Xiaoyu, you said you were going to move out, so I bought you a glazed table lamp as a gift for your new home.

Hearing Wen Ziming's words, Wen Yu breathed a sigh of relief, Thank you brother.

Wen Ziming got up and entered the bedroom connected to the study, and soon came out with a white cardboard box that was as long as an arm, and placed it on the desk.

Xiaoyu, open it yourself and see if you like it.

The second is a little later~