Chapter 770

Huo Mingwei this sudden question immediately put Zhang Ye asked speechless, the cold sweat of forehead suddenly came out.

Although Zhang Ye knows that some of his intimate relationship with Shu Lan has become an established fact, and Huo Mingwei doesn't blame herself even if she knows, does she admit to sleeping with other women like this in front of her wife?

This kind of shameless thing even he, who has no face and no skin to the extreme, can't feel shame.

"No, no, Mingwei, you think too much, how can I..." Zhang Ye is embarrassed to hit ha ha, the voice of guilty can't.

"Well, it seems more than once."

Huo Mingwei's cold voice came out from the phone again.

It's over!

It's all over.

Zhangye immediately like frost hit eggplant, there is a kind of impulse to commit suicide.

"Well, in that case, a house should not be allowed. After all, Shu Lan is also our sister. I can't be so thin skinned. It seems that I can only buy her a manor. " Huo Mingwei murmured to herself, as if she didn't realize that her words had come through her mobile phone.

Huh?

Zhang Ye couldn't believe his ears.

Mingwei is not angry. Instead, she is thinking about favoring one over the other for him. She wants to buy a manor for Shulan?

"Hey, Ming Wei, you're kidding." Zhang Ye asked.

"Are you kidding? I didn't, Ono. How about buying a manor in Provence, France? I heard that the manor there is not very expensive. " Huo Mingwei asked seriously.

Dizzy!

Zhang Ye doesn't know what words to use to describe his extremely fucked and moved mood now. Anyway, he only feels that his wife Mingwei is just like the Virgin Mary. No, she is ten thousand times more lovely than Maria.

"Mingwei, just make up your mind. I have no opinion at all." Zhang Xiaoli smiles dryly.

"Well, it's so decided. I'll go to Provence tomorrow. Today is Monday. I can go back to China before Friday. You can wait for me in the capital." Huo Mingwei finished and hung up.

Whoo!

Zhang Yechang takes a breath, but he smiles a little bitterly. I can't imagine that Mingwei has become so open now. No matter what, she is a legal husband and wife. If she can be so generous, I feel sorry for her.

But what he didn't know was that in the presidential suite of a luxury hotel in London, Huo Mingwei put down her mobile phone with a smile, then picked up a glass of red wine like blood in front of her, shook the wine liquid, and said in a trance:

"Shulan, it seems that it's not surprising that this guy, Ono, can't stop the beauty at all It's the temptation. Tianying, you can book two tickets to France for tomorrow. By the way, check whether there are manors on sale in Provence or not. "

"Yes, Mrs. Wei." Tianying pushed his glasses and began to operate with a smile.

In the next few days, Zhang Ye was really a little nervous, because Huo Mingwei's performance was a bit too weird. If Zhou Mengru had such an attitude, he didn't think it was anything, but the key was Huo Mingwei, the most powerful man in his wife.

But after a few days, nothing happened to Zhang Ye. Every day, apart from texting Shangguan Wan and calling Shulan Tong, the only thing he did was to send the advertising video copied from Nanjiang city to Shulan.

In addition to these, his life can be said to be calm, a little boring.

Ding Ling Ling!

On this morning, Zhang Ye's mobile phone suddenly rang again, but the caller was not any familiar person, but a completely strange number.

"Hello, who are you looking for?" Zhang Ye light asks a way.

"Is that Mr. Zhang Ye?" The other side is a man's voice, which sounds a little excited.

"Who are you?" Zhang Ye was a little confused. It seemed that he had heard the voice from somewhere, but he couldn't remember where it was.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang Ye. I'm the husband of the woman who was saved by you a few days ago. Today I specially called to thank you. I don't know if you are free. I'd like to invite you to dinner." The man said happily.

"Old Chu?" Zhang Ye said it unconsciously.

"It's me. Did Mr. Zhang Ye know me?" Men are a bit surprised, too.

"Oh, no, forget it. Let's talk about it when we meet. I'm just looking for something to do with you." Zhang Ye said.

"Well, I'll wait for you in Wangfu Street..."

Lao Chu finally reported his address, and then said a lot of thanks to Zhang Ye, and then hung up.

Zhang Ye quickly dressed, hurried out of the door, opened the ghost sports car and went straight to Wangfu street.

But he didn't notice that in a high-end office building opposite the hotel, a very beautiful woman slowly put down her high-power telescope, slightly hooked her mouth, picked up the walkie talkie on the table next to her and ordered:"Action, plan three."

When Zhang Ye arrived at Wangfu street, it was time for lunch. At this time, Lao Chu's restaurant was very busy, but he was still smiling at the door. When he saw Zhang Ye, he immediately ran over and said gratefully:

"benefactor, you are here at last. I have been waiting for you for a while. Come on, please upstairs."

When Zhang Ye saw that this man was indeed the husband of the woman who was seriously injured two days ago, he knew that he was Lao Chu. He nodded and said with a smile:

"Lao Chu, you are too polite. Please don't call me a benefactor. Just call me Zhang Ye."

"Yes, Mr. Zhang Ye, I've arranged it. Let's go upstairs first." Lao Chu nodded and said.

Zhang Ye nodded, followed Lao Chu upstairs, and sat down in a small but quiet private room. Then Lao Chu ordered the waiter to serve.

When the orders were finished, Lao Chu sat down with a smile, poured a cup of tea for Zhang Ye, and said:

"Mr. Zhang Ye, thank you so much a few days ago. I've heard from the doctors in the hospital. If you hadn't stopped my wife's blood in time, my wife would have been in danger. "

"Ha ha, Lao Chu, you're too polite. I just did some ordinary things. You don't have to do that." Zhang Ye light smile way.

"No, how can that be, Mr. Zhang Ye? You are a great benefactor of our family. I must thank you very much today."

Lao Chu said, but turned to take out some documents from the nearby wine cabinet, put them in front of Zhang Ye, and said:

"Mr. Zhang Ye, you want to transfer a store. Here is my transfer contract, as long as you sign it."