Chapter Seventy-Three: Picked Up in the Trash
"Is that evidence ruined? Make sure Song Qinghao can't find my head? Zhao Enhui felt disgust in her heart, and opened the topic without a trace.
"Don't worry! That man was willing to take the blame, after all, his mother was waiting for the medical bill to save her life! ”
"That's fine."
"Enhui, I'll send the hotel address to your phone later, and we'll see you soon, baby." The laughter of the person on the other end of the phone filled Zhao Enhui's ears, Zhao Enhui angrily slammed the phone to the ground, that person knew too many secrets about her, he liked her paranoidly, and that sick liking was about to torture her crazy.
"Zhao Enhui." Xia Yuxun walked to Zhao Enhui's room and knocked on her door regardless of the image.
Zhao Enhui stroked her forehead, picked up the mobile phone on the ground to the drawer, and managed the expression on her face before opening the door.
"What's the matter with my baby girl?" Zhao Enhui looked at Xia Yuxun, whose face was red because of anger, and chuckled.
"Less disgusting!" Xia Yuxun opened his eyes, managed his emotions and said coldly: "Why? Why are you doing this? ”
"What did I do?" Zhao Enhui asked knowingly.
"Why did you publish the scandal of Song Qinghao and Mu Nianxun?" Xia Yuxun asked patiently.
"Will anyone believe it?" Zhao Enhui sneered: "My purpose is very simple, this incident is just to give you a warning, don't try to climb the high branches of Muguang International, and you must know what it means to be honest." ”
"Shame?" Xia Yuxun seemed to hear some funny words, and pressed step by step: "What? Scared? ”
"Xia Yuxun, I warn you, stay away from Mu Nianxun, otherwise you know what will happen to him." Zhao Enhui roared sharply, scaring Liu Xisha, who was eavesdropping outside the door, into a slight trembling sound. Zhao Enhui didn't dodge either, letting Xia Yuxun's warm breath hit her face.
"As for Song Qinghao, he is Xisha's good son-in-law, don't even think about it." Zhao Enhui looked in the direction of the door and sighed slightly, and her tone softened a lot.
"Really?" Xia Yuxun suppressed the discomfort in her heart, the edge of her whole body faded, she was lifeless without indifference as armor, and her voice was as small as a mosquito: "I will keep my distance from them, if there is a next time, I dare not guarantee that I will not break my promise today." ”
Walking out of Zhao Enhui's room, Xia Yuxun hung her head and didn't know what she was thinking, and went straight to Liu Xisha beside her. When Liu Xisha heard Zhao Enhui's words, she was in a much better mood, and she didn't bother to go to Xia Yuxun's stubble, what she had to do now was to get Song Qinghao's heart.
Xia Yuxun didn't know how she got home, and she received too much information today. She didn't know whether to be sad or happy, because a misunderstanding created today's situation. What would have been the outcome if Mu Nianxun hadn't made a bet with Li Mingfeng at the beginning?
It's a pity that there are no ifs.
After washing, she climbed into bed and lay down weakly, and the sound of messages kept coming from her mobile phone, so she simply closed her mobile phone and fell asleep.
Song Qinghao kept posting WeChat.
"Are you there?"
"What are you doing?"
"Are you free tomorrow afternoon?"
"Then let's talk about work!"
"Animated emotes."
"Animated emotes."
"Animated emotes."
Song Qinghao lay on the soft big bed and pouted: "I'm not happy." ”
Thereupon.
"Animated emotes." Xia Yuxun's WeChat sent another emoji.
"A woman's heart is a needle! Why don't you reply to messages? ”
……
The other side.
"Kaoru, I'm sorry."
"Today's scrambled eggs with tomatoes, my sister forgot to put salt."
"Did you sleep?"
"Animated emotes."
"Kaoru, are you sleeping?"
"Animated emotes."
Mu Nianxun saw that the mobile phone did not respond for a long time, so he put down the mobile phone and walked to the dressing room, took out a beautiful gift box, and turned out the shirt with the red plum picture painted by Xia Yuxun to him again, he stroked the red plum on the shirt, and smiled stupidly: "Xun Xun, did you say that I wore this shirt when we got married?" ”
After speaking, he pinched his throat and replied to himself: "Okay, Xunxun." ”
"Hee-hee-hee."
Mu Yu outside the door looked at him and shook his head and walked back to his room.
In the dimly lit city, everyone's story is going on in an orderly manner, when will it be an ending? Maybe it's the day when it comes to normal, or maybe it's the day when it comes to the end of life.
Early the next morning, Song Qinghao got up early, and after cleaning up, he tiptoed outside the villa.
"Stinky boy." Mother Song was filled with righteous indignation.
Song Qinghao stood up straight helplessly and turned his head, because of the fight with Chen Xiao, the bruises on his face had not yet dissipated. I sneaked home very late last night, thinking that I would go out early today but was caught by her mother who is a criminal policeman.
"Ahhh Mother Song saw the bruises on Song Qinghao's face, and hurriedly ran to her to hold Song Qinghao's face with both hands: "Ouch, my baby son!" Who bullied you? Ouch, this handsome face, it hurts me to see it. As he spoke, he took out his right hand and covered his heart, pretending to be in pain.
Song Qinghao rolled his eyes, and he knew that it would be like this: "Mom, isn't your left hand sore?" Do you want to put it down? After all, this height difference ......"
"You think I'm short?" Regardless of the words, he patted Song Qinghao's shoulder: "Do you think I'm short?" You still think I'm short? Your dad doesn't dislike me, you dare to dislike me? ”
Song Qinghao looked at her with a smile, is that my father can't mess with you?
"I was wrong, my mother is tall and majestic."
"Stinky boy, get over here and I'll help you rub the medicine."
"I want to ask if I'm your own child?"
"Picked up in the trash."
"......" white eyes.
Song Qinghao, who had been coated with the medicine, broke free from Song's mother's clutches and ran towards ST.
Chen Xiao wore sunglasses, painted makeup, and covered the bruises with concealer before coming to the company.
"Hello President."
"President."
Chen Xiao put one hand in his trouser pocket, one hand swayed freely, and his chin was raised proudly, in the eyes of employees, there was no doubt that he was a domineering president. Step into the elevator and press down on the office floor with your hand.
"Haha." A clear laugh came from behind him: "Wow, Boss, are you so cool?" Domineering president! ”
Listening to this familiar voice, this familiar ridicule, this familiar operation, except for Xia Yuxun, who would brazenly rub his president's special elevator?
Chen Xiao smacked his lips: "Xia Yuxun, do you want to be ashamed?" Don't have an employee elevator? ”
"Squeeze." Xia Yuxun looked at him innocently.
"I really can't help you." Chen Xiao took off his sunglasses.
"Others don't know what kind of domineering president you think you are?" Xia Yuxun pouted: "Only I know that you and Mr. Song were ...... yesterday Not...... Not. ”
Chen Xiao quickly covered her mouth: "Don't say it, everyone is responsible for maintaining the image of the president." ”
"Who will hear? This is the president's electric ......" Xia Yuxun finally broke free of his hand.
"Ding......
"Hello president, Director Xia is early." Two employees passing by said hello.
"Get out, you still want to follow me upstairs." Chen Xiao hated the iron and looked at Xia Yuxun with a stunned face.