Chapter 412

For several days, when the sisters in the public relations department look at Fang Yuan and Zhang Xin again, they can't help but show a strange smile.

Han Jun, a big mouthed man, had vowed to keep this secret, but he couldn't stand Fangfang's grinding Kung Fu. After holding his neck and whining a few times to call his brother, this guy recruited everything.

Just like the betrayed underground workers, once they are pried open by the enemy, they will abandon themselves and pour out all the secrets they know.

Han Jun was like this, and after talking about it later, he was elated and jealous, completely forgetting how painful Zhang Xin's angry slap on the face.

Yes, Han Jun said that he didn't see the live broadcast of brother yuan and sister Xin rolling together, but the slap on the face of sister Xin, who was not well dressed, itself explained something.

You think, a pair of bitches, a man and a woman who have a room together for half an hour, can not sit on the ground and talk about the real estate bubble. When will this serious topic be broken?

Absolutely, it is the most realistic mystery to explore where the origin of life comes from.

But even if sister Xin is handled by brother yuan, it doesn't seem to be a great thing.

In fact, to put it bluntly, the broken things between men and women are just like that. There is no mystery.

The reason why the big guy will show a knowing and strange smile when he sees brother yuan and sister Xin is just a silent blessing.

Well, that's what Zhang Xin thinks.

She won't feel ashamed. On the contrary, she became more energetic in the next few days. She changed a dress almost every day. She dressed more and more sexy and mature, especially when she went to yuange's office, she closed the door every time.

Grandma, this pair of men and women, like firewood and fire, also play this in the office in broad daylight. Are they really the sisters as non-existent transparent people?

Don't forget that there is shame in this world!

"Alas, those guys must be muttering again. What have we done in there?"

Zhang Xin sighed gently, walked around the table to the back of the square and began to massage his shoulders.

"Whatever they think."

Fang Yuan smiled innocently, closed his notebook and said, "don't massage me every time you come in. Anyway, I'm playing games and I'm not tired."

"Are you free tonight?"

Zhang Xin slowly leaned over on her shoulders and put her small mouth on his ears: "this time, don't say you're not free -- this is the third time a woman has invited you. I've arranged everything at home, and there are still many game props."

Fang Yuan really has no reason to refuse Zhang Xin again and again.

Because he could hear the trembling of the woman's lips when she spoke close to his ear.

Women only have such an instinctive reaction when they are very nervous, or when they are about to become angry.

"Sit down and listen to me."

Fang Yuan sighed secretly and raised his finger to the sofa in front of the table.

Zhang Xin immediately obediently twisted her small waist, walked over and sat down. Her two slender legs were together. She looked like an incomparable lady, but the spring between her eyebrows was too strong.

"Can you be more serious?"

Fang Yuan frowned slightly.

Zhang Xin shrugged, spread out her hands and made a helpless move: "brother yuan, I'm serious enough."

"Well, even if you're serious --"

When Fang Yuangang said this, the mobile phone exploded.

If it was put before, Zhang Xin would immediately flash after seeing brother yuan's mobile phone ring: it is inconvenient for subordinates to be present when leaders talk on their private mobile phone.

But now she was sitting there, motionless.

Because she feels that her relationship with brother yuan is not general: you have seen sister Xin's innocent body. What's the secret?

Zhang Xin has this mentality. Maybe her history and culture is not very good. Otherwise, it will be associated with the tragedy in history that those relatives were autocratic and were eventually destroyed by the new emperor: don't all women who think they have an unusual relationship with the boss be spoiled and arrogant, and then completely eliminated?

Although Fang Yuan is not the emperor, he doesn't want his subordinates to have no rules in front of him.

Zhang Xin didn't know who was calling Fang Yuan, and didn't care what the people on the mobile phone said. She just looked at him like he was so charming.

"Zhang Xin, let's go."

Fang Yuan got up from his chair immediately after he cut off the phone.

"Where are you going?"

Zhang Xin stood up and asked in a shy low voice, "are you going to my house?"

"Just follow me."

Fang Yuan smiled and walked out of the office quickly.

When Zhang Xin came out, he saw several sisters secretly raising their fists at her and cheering her: brother yuan never went out to run business these days. Now he is about to have lunch, but he took sister Xin out. It's clear that he wants to find a place to have a good time.

Zhang Xin also thinks so. Her pretty face is surprisingly red, but her small figure is more charming.

"I found the way you walk. It's very strange. It's like holding something."

After walking out of the hall door, Fang Yuan glanced back at Zhang Xin's legs.

"Where, where -- but soon."

Zhang Xin hurriedly lowered her head and answered in a low voice.

After Mr. Fang said that, he realized that he was speaking casually and was about to explain what. After listening to her, he was unable to laugh or cry and was too lazy to explain.

In front of her car, Fang Yuan opened the door for Zhang Xin very gentlemanly and raised her hand to signal her to get on the bus.

Zhang Xin smiled charmingly at him. When he bent down to get on the bus, a white BMW slowly stopped in the parking space next to him.

Fang Yuan looked up, took a casual look, got on the bus around the front of the car and drove out of the parking lot.

Of course he knows that the car is owned by President Xia.

Xia Xiaoyun is sitting inside. She must see the scene that he invited Zhang Xin to the car. She will definitely stare at them with an incomparably indifferent look and guess what they did like Han Jun.

Alas, there's no way -- because there's a legend in Shentong express: Fang Fang, who is known as the second flower of the public relations department (Zhang Xin is the first one, and Hou Mo Beibei hasn't come at that time), as long as she knows a secret, it's equal to everyone in the company.

Xia Xiaoyun is the boss of this company. What's the reason why she doesn't know the broken things between Fang Yuan and Zhang Xin?

But even if she knows, what else can she do except watch?

"President Xia, get off?"

Laura had opened the door for Xia Xiaoyun. After a while, seeing that she was still staring at the place where the car disappeared, she whispered for instructions.

Xia Xiaoyun blinked. Just as she was about to get off, she retracted and whispered, "Laura, let's go somewhere."

Where Xia Xiaoyun is going, Laura came: the entrance of Fangjia Hutong in the old city.

After Laura got off the bus, she quickly approached the alley.

Soon, she came back, got on the bus and said, "there was a lock on the door. There was no movement in it."

"Well, you wait here."

Xia Xiaoyun nodded, opened the door, got off, looked around, and walked slowly to the entrance of the alley.

"Alas."

Laura sighed low, lowered her seat and closed her eyes.

Of course, she knows that Fang Yuan has already told Chen Wanyue about the "hidden beauty in the golden house". Sooner or later, the Xia family's mother and daughter will have a direct face-to-face dialogue, but she didn't expect Xia Xiaoyun to choose today.

It seems that the scene of Fang Yuan and Zhang Xin leaving together completely stabbed Xia Xiaoyun and made her unbearable. Finally, she decided to come to see Chen Wanyue.

Laura guessed right. Xia Xiaoyun thought so.

When Laura looked into the alley, Xia Xiaoyun knew that there must be a lock on the gate.

But it's not hard for her. She has a key.

Fang Yuan left it for her.

The yard is very quiet, so it seems that Xia Xiaoyun's voice when opening the door is very loud and harsh.

She could foresee that as she opened the door and came in, Chen Wanyue, who was hiding in the house, would certainly see her. After a moment of silence, she would slowly walk out of the house and stand at the door -- a pair of miserable mothers and daughters would look at each other silently for a long time.

Xia Xiaoyun stood at the door for five minutes, and Chen Wanyue didn't appear.

She found several wine bottles and some unwashed tableware on the stone table.

Chen Wanyue, not at home?

After noticing these things, Xia Xiaoyun picked up her eyebrows, and then walked quickly to the door of the main house.

No matter what Xia Xiaoyun thinks of Chen Wanyue, she has to admit that this woman is quite clean and prefers to do housework, so if she is at home, the stone table will never be so messy.

Although it was determined that Chen Wanyue was not at home, Xia Xiaoyun raised her hand politely, tapped a few times and asked, "is anyone there?"

No one answered.

Xia Xiaoyun pushed the door open.

The bright sunshine immediately spilled into the main room, which made Xia Xiaoyun easily see everything inside.

Just like the stone table outside, there are some wine bottles on the table in front of the sofa, and the cigarette butts in the ashtray also emit an unpleasant smell of tar.

However, in the corner of the table, there was an envelope, which was placed neatly and the words on it were also large, which could make Xia Xiaoyun standing at the door see clearly: Xia Xiaoyun opened it personally.

"Did you know I would come?"

Xia Xiaoyun gave a silent sneer, walked slowly over, picked up the envelope and sat on the sofa.

In the envelope, there are three small envelopes, all numbered, one, two, three.

Of course, you have to start with the first numbered envelope.

"Pretending to be mysterious."

Xia Xiaoyun still sneered, opened the envelope and saw the letter left by Chen Wanyue.

After reading this letter very slowly, Xia Xiaoyun's lips began to tremble.

So many words, she seemed to remember only one sentence, and echoed Chen Wanyue's voice: Fangyuan, I'll wait for you, over there.

This letter is full of a woman's hatred for a man.

From hell.

It turned out that Chen Wanyue and Fang Yuan were not as happy and happy as Xia Xiaoyun imagined -- the woman's pain, even the blind can see from the letter.

"But what's the point? After all, you still... Did something sorry for me. "

Xia Xiaoyun looked at the letter. After a long time, she pretended to smile easily and picked up the second small envelope.

This is what Chen Wanyue left for her.

Fang Yuan hasn't seen it. There is only one sentence above: Chu Ci, if death can wash away your hatred for me, then you don't hate me now.

She's dead!?

In Xia Xiaoyun's mind, there was a buzzing sound, like a thunder exploding on her forehead, a blank.

Yes, she really hates the couple (in fact, she hates Chen Wanyue more than Fang Yuan), but she can't change the reality that she is Chen Wanyue's own daughter.

Chen Wanyue raised her.

No matter how sorry she did to her daughter -- but after her death, Xia Xiaoyun could think that she had taken care of her so sincerely.