Qian Zhenzhen rubbed her dizzy head and slowly sat back in her position, the more she thought about the idea that could be perfected, the more blank her mind became, and her eyes were black for a while.

She realized she was overly hungry.

After a simple breakfast in the morning, she went around work and didn't even eat lunch. And she remembered that her husband Hao Xin had a slight hypoglycemia because of his irregular diet in his early years.

In short, at the moment her body, low blood sugar does not fight hunger.

Qian Zhenzhen opened the drawer and wanted to take out a snack from Hao Xin's desk to replenish energy.

Unexpectedly, after searching, she touched something different at the bottom of an opened box of white chocolate in the drawer.

A thin, laminated letter stuck to the bottom of a chocolate, bound in magnificent rose-red cardboard.

It also appears to be stamped with a personal seal as a letter stamp.

Qian Zhenzhen's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she hesitated, but she still took it out.

She glanced at it, and the signature on the letter stamp was: Vivian.

Not Chinese, not the familiar Lisa.

Obviously, the woman who sent this letter was not Chen Huan, who had been Hao Xin's assistant.

Qian Zhenzhen's heart was depressed, and she subconsciously touched her mobile phone and wanted to call Hao Xin.

Damn, apart from Chen Huan, how many other women are dedicated to him?

But the moment she picked up the phone, Qian Zhenzhen couldn't help it, Hao Xin just told her good afternoon for a few minutes, and he was sleeping.

Stiffly stuffing the letter into her pocket, Qian Zhenzhen randomly took out a sandwich toffee from the candy box and chewed it in her mouth.

The sweetness of the sugar cube is wanton in the mouth, turning into sweet honey and sweet into the throat. But it could not extinguish the fire in her heart.

She could barely control her thoughts.

What's in the letter? Who is Vivian? Hao Xin, does he know the existence of this letter?

The devil cried out, driving away what little sanity he had. Qian Zhenzhen took a deep breath and took out the letter.

She just looked at it casually, and when she was done, she put it back on.

Qian Zhenzhen held the corner of the letter and carefully opened part of it, but the door opened.

Xiao Chen came in and said, "Boss, it's ready, let's go pick up Miss." ”

Qian Zhenzhen opened other people's letters privately for the first time, and was even bumped into by someone. She felt embarrassed. In a state of confusion, she forgot that she was Hao Xin at the moment, and defended: "I, I just want to know what Vivian wrote in it." ”

"Vivian?" Xiao Chen pondered for a while, and then suddenly smiled: "Are you talking about Vivian, the person in charge of the Meisi advertising agency, Miss Chen Shumei?"

"Chen Shumei?" Qian Zhenzhen searched in her mind for her and Hao Xin's mutual friends, and she had no impression of this person at all.

"Yes, Miss Chen Shumei came to visit you a few days ago, and she brought this box of handmade chocolates. Xiao Chen added: "I was also there at the time. ”

Because he listened to the boss's order, he brought Miss Chen, who came to visit. Then I was there all the time, so I was lucky enough to get a box of the same chocolate.

He had an impression of the box of chocolates on the boss's table.

"Hmm. Qian Zhenzhen hummed lightly, still sullen. "Did you see this letter from her to me at the time?"

"Letter?" Xiao Chen wondered, "What letter?"

"That's it. Qian Zhenzhen no longer shy away from it, and pointed to clipped the letter and shook it in front of Xiao Chen's eyes, "When I wanted to take the candy just now, I found it at the bottom of the chocolate box." Chen Shumei, she doesn't know I have a family?"

Xiao Chen fixed his eyes and saw the rose-colored envelope in the GAY in the boss's hand, and his expression froze for a few seconds. "Confession, confession?"

Qian Zhenzhen pursed her lips and said softly: "I don't know, you can help me take a look." ”

If it was really a woman's confession, she went back to Hao Xin to settle the account, and it would not be considered that she had wronged him.