One night, ye Wenming always thinks of Zhuo qianyun's messy hair, bruised face, and thin body. This image is lingering in his mind.
What's wrong with him? Why do you think of Zhuo qianyun recently?
Three months later, when she gave Xiaoyan to him, he and this woman had nothing to do with each other any more!
"Ye Dong? What do you think of this plan? Ye Dong The voice of his subordinates suddenly interrupted his trance. Then he suddenly regained his mind and saw that he was in the conference room, and he was attending a meeting of the top management of the company.
"I'll look at this plan carefully and discuss it later. Let's finish the meeting first." Ye Wenming said.
Break up?!
Those high-level officials looked at each other. Didn't they say that we should discuss and improve this plan at today's meeting?
However, since the boss of his own family has said so, other people naturally don't have much to say.
A group of people packed up the documents at hand, and then fished out.
Finally, ye Wenming said to his secretary, "go out first, too. I want to be alone."
"Yes." The Secretary replied.
When only Ye Wenming was left in the conference room, his face finally showed a touch of fatigue and struggle. Then he raised his hand and covered his forehead. "Zhuo qianyun..." in his thin lips, he gnashed his teeth and recited the name, but it was all astringent.
Zhuo qianyun is lying on the bed and almost doesn't want to move.
Although the examination in the hospital yesterday was all skin trauma, at the moment, it seems that every bone and every inch of muscle are crying for pain.
The doorbell rings now. Did mother forget her key when she went out?
Zhuo qianyun painstakingly opened her eyes, then moved her body and walked out of bed. As a result, her feet touched the ground, but her legs were weak and she nearly fell.
Sure enough... The body is really different now!
When she was in prison, even if she was beaten, she would not be so powerless the next day.
The doorbell is still ringing. It seems that it's very urgent. Zhuo qianyun goes to the door and opens the door, but he never thinks that ye Wenming's figure comes into sight.
For a moment, she was stunned.
And ye Wenming stares at Zhuo qianyun unhappily, "why did it take so long to open the door?"
Zhuo qianyun suddenly has a kind of impulse to laugh, "Mr. Ye, this is my home. I can open the door whenever I want, even I can choose not to open it."
His thin lips pressed tightly, his deep and sharp eyes fixed on her.
Now, although the bruise on her face is not as serious as she saw last night, her face is very pale. She is wearing a washed Pajama and her hair is slightly disordered. It is obvious that she was sleeping before.
Ye Wenming stretches his long legs and walks directly into the room.
Zhuo qianyun said, "this is my home. I didn't agree with you to come in! Please go out
"Your house?" Ye Wenming suddenly smiles, as if sarcastically, "believe it or not, I can immediately let the landlord who rents your house break the contract, and then rent the house to me. Your so-called" your home "can also immediately become" my home. "