Zhuo Yuanhang was too good to say anything to the woman he brought back from the entertainment city.

He didn't ask a word about her past, a bank card of one million was thrown directly to the woman, and as for how the money was spent, Zhuo Yuanhang didn't interfere at all.

One maid didn't seem to be enough, so Zhuo Yuanhang found another diligent one, and the two maids in the house packed everything up properly.

What that woman had to do was to make Zhuo Yuanhang comfortable.

This kind of life is very satisfying for both people.

Gold, silver, jewelry, clothes and shoes, as long as it is the woman who sees it, will not hesitate to buy it for that woman.

This woman is very gentle, empathetic, and takes great care of Zhuo Yuanhang.

It's just the feeling of Zhuo Yuanhang.

Zhuo Yuanhang is also a handsome son, handsome and golden, and the most important thing is that he is still the savior of that woman, and the little girl from the countryside is simply dead set on him.

The woman also knew that her existence was not necessary, that man would spoil her and hurt her for a reason, and every time she looked at her, she felt that this man was thinking about another person through her.

What if it's good to her?

Her existence is only a stand-in, a sad stand-in.

But she didn't feel sad about this phenomenon at all, but was a little glad, because she could have more requirements, and that man would definitely be satisfied.

The golden house is delicate, like a beautiful flower.

The night lingers, so uncomfortable.

Zhuo Yuanhang, who was tender and sweet, didn't realize that the danger was slowly approaching...

Xiao Sun would make a phone call every day when no one was paying attention to her, and each time she said something small but important, as well as something she secretly sent......

Those photos are irrefutable evidence.

It's another sunny day, although it's a weekend, Zhuo Yuanhang is still working overtime, but there is no one in the company, and he has to accompany that woman all day.

It seemed that he could only relax when he was with that woman.

Not enough for that woman.

Zhuo Yuanhang, who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, quickly picked up his mobile phone after hearing the ringtone.

He was a little unhappy to be disturbed, but he listened patiently.

Zhuo Yuanhang's body stiffened a little, but his voice did not change much, lying was already a necessary skill for him in life, and the woman who called was Chen Xinyan.

"Not yet, what's wrong?"

The woman lying in Zhuo Yuanhang's arms didn't hear what the woman over there said, but she knew that it was the main master, Mrs. Zhuo, who called.

A hint of smugness flashed across her face, and now this man was hers.

"Okay, I'll go back early today."

After speaking, Zhuo Yuanhang hung up the phone, and then saw that the face of the woman in his arms was already gloomy.

"What, unhappy?"

Zhuo Yuanhang kissed her eyes, his favorite place is here, he doesn't want to see a little haze in it, he wants happy and bright eyes.

The woman buried her face in Zhuo Yuanhang's arms: "Your wife urged you to go home?" ”

Zhuo Yuanhang snorted helplessly, he couldn't do anything about this kind of thing, because Chen Xinyan was the woman he wanted to marry, and the woman in his arms was just an existence that couldn't see the light.

"Why are you with her if you don't like her?" The woman looked at Zhuo Yuanhang a little timidly.

Zhuo Yuanhang did not speak.

……

"You rest first, I'll come back tomorrow, don't wear perfume on my body in the future, I don't like it."

After Zhuo Yuanhang finished speaking, he walked straight into the bathroom, his face had changed to a serious expression, and now he couldn't indulge in the gentle countryside...

The woman on the bed lay down without saying a word, and all she could be sure of was that Zhuo Yuanhang didn't like his wife at all, and she was still the better one in comparison.

Maybe she'll still have a chance...

The woman quickly put on her clothes and walked into the bathroom to gently serve Zhuo Yuanhang...

If she can marry into a wealthy family, then she will really have no worries in her life.

Zhuo Yuanhang left in a hurry, and that woman has always been very generous, his heart is not close and a little guilty, if it is Chen Xinyan, what he promised her but failed to do it, that woman is afraid that she will blow up.

People are really different from each other.

Life goes on, whether it's good or bad, every day or twenty-four hours, and it doesn't change for anyone.

Time flies, and he will spare that woman almost every day, and every time he has to linger for a while, and the woman's technique is speechless.

When I was with her, I always experienced the joy of being a man, not only physically, but also mentally.

Every man has machismo.

So every time I am satisfied.

One day, two days......

In the blink of an eye, the woman had appeared with him for a week, and he felt a little comforted by her presence.

But there are beauties together, but there is always something wrong in my heart.

But her heart is getting more and more empty, because that woman is never Xia Xinqi.

Zhuo Yuanhang looked at that photo with a headache, and he couldn't go back that year and that month.

He was tightly enclosed by the shackles of fate, he wanted to escape but couldn't, he didn't know what kind of attitude he should use to face his life.

Sometimes she really wants to let go of those hatreds, and she doesn't want anything, just to live with the woman she likes for a long time.

But in my heart, I was not reconciled.

"Vice President, this is the information you want, it's already here."

The secretary handed Zhuo Yuanhang a stack of thick information, he was Zhuo Yuanhang's personal secretary, and he also acted as a private detective when necessary.

Those are the most detailed information of the Chen family...

Zhuo Yuanhang flipped through them one by one, this information was very complete, and he investigated everyone in the Chen family.

Suddenly he smiled cruelly.

He didn't want to do this, but now he didn't have a choice, the Zhuo family had to be his, and that woman had to be his.

Zhuo Yuanhang carefully flipped through the information of the Chen family, and all the useful information was in his mind.

Only by knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent can one win a hundred battles.

In a villa next to Chen's house, Zhuo Yuanhang sat very humbly, but with a domineering momentum, the person sitting opposite him was none other than Chen Xinyan's stepmother.

The Mrs. Chen family who has always lived outside.

This woman is like a joke, obviously a wife, but she lives outside like a mistress.

"Hello, I'm Zhuo Yuanhang."

Zhuo Yuanhang tries his best to maintain his best attitude.

He talks about business, and face is indispensable, otherwise how can others believe him?

Mrs. Chen's expression didn't change much, and it seemed that she didn't have much thought about this uninvited guest.

She was still the gentle woman, with a leisurely smile on her face all the time, as if the person sitting in front of her was an old friend for many years.