Song Liuxing's body was shocked, his face was weak, and the veins and tendons on his neck were trembling.

"If he really wants to marry you, you should sit in my current position when you give birth to Koizumi. Su Wanzheng smiled, played with the key in her hand, and glanced at her carelessly,

"Miss Song, you have to be transparent in life, no matter how much you hate me and provoke me, you can only slap me in the face, and then I will drive you out. Instead of wasting time, you should go and please the Xi family more, buy some gifts and give some flowers. ”

She added slowly: "Mama Xi is very fond of roses. ”

Song Liuxing was stunned, and his arrogant aura disappeared.

Her eyes were gloomy, her background was low, she had no background and no family background, Xi's mother never treated herself, she naturally didn't know her preferences.

But Su Wanzheng is different, she was born in the famous Su family for a long time, her sphere of influence is wide to most of the country, she has been pampered and raised like a princess since she was a child, and she has been plated with a layer of gold since she was born, and her life is destined to be rich.

Su Wanzheng didn't want to bother to be her spiritual mentor, but she really felt that Song Liuxing was pitiful.

Originally, her brain was not good, and she was deceived by Xi Jiangran, she was also a woman, she really couldn't stand it.

After Song Liuxing left, the secretary Xiaomi sent an email to Su Wanzheng, and seeing her drinking coffee like nothing, she couldn't help but say: "Now the junior is so domineering, and he dares to show off his power when he is pregnant with a child." Sister Zheng, you should just ask the security guard to get out and let the whole company see how thick-skinned she is. ”

Su Wanzheng gently shook the coffee cup, and the morning sun plated her delicate and beautiful facial features, from the tip of her forehead to her chin, it was a perfect arc.

"That's what the second female in the story does. She flipped through the papers and gently threw them on the table, "Do you think I look like me?"

"No," the little secretary shook her head solemnly, and said mischievously, "Sister Zheng should be the most beautiful and intelligent heroine." ”

Su Wanzheng glared at her with a smile, the little girl, she was clumsy when she first followed her, and she became more and more flamboyant after a few years in the public relations department.

"But, Sister Zheng, didn't you tell her about Mr. Xi's mother's hobbies, didn't you give her a chance to please the Xi family first?"

Xiaomi is the only person in the company who knows that she is married and her husband is Xi Jiangran, she is very curious, every time she watches Sister Zheng Dou Xiaosan, it is as refreshing as watching a TV series.

Su Wanzheng opened the laptop and opened the emails one by one, but the corners of her lips were smiling, "I want to see how she can please the Xi family." ”

Recalling this, Su Wanzheng glanced sideways at the glass pendant hanging on the car, which was taken when she married Xi Jiangran.

Against the red background, she wore light makeup and red lips at shoulder length, leaning on the man's shoulder, with a smile on her face.

And his face was grim, and he couldn't find the slightest emotion.

This marriage, like her smile in this photo, is just her one-sided flattery.

She remembered that after taking the photo and receiving the red book, the man rubbed her shoulder and walked out, only saying indifferently: I have a meeting in the afternoon, you can take a taxi home by yourself.

Su Wanzheng laughed at herself and sneered, she was not happy to look at the photo, so she ripped off the pendant and threw it aside.

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At night, the Xi family's mansion is quiet and dark.

The servants were all asleep, and at the entrance, Xi Jiangran's slippers were quietly placed there.

He won't come back, Su Wanzheng is used to it.

Usually there are few at home, but now that Song Liuxing has a miscarriage and is hospitalized, he has no time to come back.

Su Wanzheng sat on the bed, holding a pair of scissors in her hand, staring at the crooked half-finished scarf in front of her.

She has studied this scarf for a long time, and she has missed needles countless times, and she finally knitted it until now, it was prepared for Xi Jiangran's birthday next month, and she wanted to put it on him with her own hands.