Yun Xiyue had consulted a lawyer before, Qiao Ye had not done anything to steal trade secrets, as long as she found the video that could prove her innocence, she could rule it out.

In the process of waiting in the private room, the two of them did not communicate, to be exact, it was too late for An Yuqiao to kill her, let alone talk to her, not long after, An Yuqiao went out with her assistant, and she guessed that she should have gone to find that Mr. Han.

Thinking of this, she suddenly realized that her new husband was also surnamed Han? It's really a coincidence, but on second thought, she doesn't think that this Mr. Han has anything to do with her Mr. Han.

An Yuqiao's assistant was very efficient, and quickly brought back the video she requested, and she checked it and found that it could be used, so she was ready to leave.

At this time, she had a drunken attack in her body, her mind was still relatively sober, and her steps were a little vain.

I had vomited a lot just now, but I didn't expect this wine to be so powerful!

Thanks to the waitress for her kind support, she grabbed her bag, walked out of the private room, and walked from the corner to the staircase on the second floor.

At the same time, the revolving door of the hall on the first floor opened, and a handsome and outstanding man walked in, under the bright light, the dark green glass-like eyes turned gently, and the brilliance appeared, revealing a sense of mystery.

Female compatriots passing by stopped one after another.

Yun Xiyue was half-awake, and seemed to see the familiar outline of the person in the depths of her memory, and she didn't even think that there were stairs under her feet instead of flat ground.

After a sharp landing, the whole person fell forward like flying.

The people around her exclaimed, and just when she thought she was going to fall to her death, someone suddenly rolled down to the side with her in her arms, and this person used his body to cushion her under her.

Her head collided slightly with the man's chest when she hit the ground, and before she lost consciousness, she called in a low voice, "Mu Yan......"

There was a lot of movement here, and the dark green-eyed man's eyes swept over, and when he saw the heart-shaped pattern on the half of Yun Xiyue's right ankle, he was stunned, but before he could take a step, he was pushed into a private room by a friend.

Who is Mu Yan? Han Zimo picked up his wife, patted the dust off her body, and walked out of the revolving door.

When he frowned and lowered his head, he found that the corners of his wife's eyes were moist in a coma, her little hands unconsciously grabbed his clothes, tight, and the tears gradually merged into a stream, I don't know if it was a nightmare or a memory?

Han Zimo pursed his lips slightly, his eyes deep and unable to see through.

As soon as their figures came out of the revolving door, at the stairs on the second floor, An Yuqiao and his assistant's footsteps stopped.

"Mr. Han, the woman you are holding is ......," one of the assistants whispered.

An Yuqiao didn't reply, she wasn't blind, she could see it clearly.

Her fingers clenched the railing of the staircase, almost not bending, thinking in her heart, Yun Xiyue, damn woman! Does she really know Mr. Han? And it's a lot of connection?

Han Zimo carried Yun Xiyue out of the gate, and it happened that Peter and Ziang had already driven the car over.

As soon as Ziang saw Yun Xiyue, his mouth was so big that he could stuff eggs, he blinked and reminded: "Boss, sister-in-law is so drunk, you can't take advantage of people's danger......"

He still wanted to gossip, but was cut off by Han Zimo with a cold eye.

The car quickly drove away.

The car drove slowly, Yun Xiyue reached out and rubbed her aching forehead, feeling in a daze that she was leaning on a man's arms.

She wanted to struggle, but her body was weak, so she tried to ask, "Who are you?" Where am I? “

Han Zimo's handsome face was a little dark, and Ziang in front of him had already begun to cover his mouth and snicker.

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