There is only one sentence on the greeting card: I wish you a speedy recovery.

There is no payment, and the style of cherishing words like gold surfaces in Wen Yabao's mind, and Fu Shiye's cold demon and handsome face surfaced.

If it weren't for that financial magazine, label her as a vase.

Wen Yabao was willing to stick a knife in both ribs for his life-saving grace.

What puzzles her is that what is the value of a vase that is not favored and has no business ability, which is worthy of the blue eyes of the investment banking boss?

Fu Shiye was sick and couldn't go to the hospital, and he rushed to the hospital when he was sick, which seemed to be contrary to his wise personality.

Is it because of her face?

If Fu Shiye is simply a Yan dog, what is the difference between her signing to Mantianxing and being deeply trapped in Shao Yu?

Isn't it just a bite of meat in the eyes of a hungry wolf?

Thinking about it, I can't sleep.

After a long night, the sky finally brightened.

Taking advantage of Nana's stay up late to catch up on the manuscript, Wen Yabao took a change of clothes and slipped out of the ward.

The driver has arrived at the underground garage of Yunteng Private Hospital.

Wen Yabao got into the car smoothly, and the car sped all the way to the Lingshan Cemetery on the outskirts of the city.

It was raining lightly, and the cemetery halfway up the mountain was filled with mist.

In front of Grandpa's tombstone, Mrs. Qiao was already waiting there in advance.

In front of the tombstone, there is also a delicate yellow Buddha's hand, which is held in the porcelain plate of the official kiln that is blue after the rain.

Old Madam Qiao was wearing a jet-black dress to commemorate her old friend, and an elegant black hat with mesh veil, which obliquely covered most of her face.

A handful of white crystal chrysanthemums in a solemn and dignified embrace.

On the other hand, Wen Yabao, who came in the rain, was casual.

"Miss Wen is serious, is she willing to take the initiative to withdraw from the marriage and return Feng Pei?" Mrs. Qiao cut to the topic directly, and didn't say a word of greeting.

Wen Yabao nodded first, and then put forward the conditions: "As long as you help me terminate the contract with Shao Entertainment Media, I will return Feng Pei immediately if the termination is successful." ”

"If the termination is successful, but Miss Wen repents, how can I avoid the risk?"

Old Madam Qiao put the crystal chrysanthemum in front of the tombstone, bent down and bowed, silently remembering.

"The old lady is helping me, she is helping Qiao Shao. Let Wen Yayan continue to bewitch Qiao Shao, and Qiao Shao's reputation will be damaged, but he will lose the face of the Qiao family. ”

When Wen Yabao mentioned Wen Yayan, Old Madam Qiao's face sank suddenly.

Sighing helplessly, Wen Yabao reached out and took out a key from his pocket and handed it over: "This is a safe I opened in Shengjing International Bank, this is the key, and it can only be opened with my authorization." ”

Old Madam Qiao looked at her suspiciously.

Wen Yabao hooked his finger and motioned for Old Madam Qiao to come over.

It was raining all over the sky, and Wen Yabao spoke for five minutes before he explained the whole plan and the plan.

Old Madam Qiao's eyebrows were deep, and she looked at the girl in front of her with complicated eyes.

Repeatedly confirmed: "Are you sure Miss Wen won't be soft-hearted?" ”

"My mother only gave birth to one daughter, and the others stumbled openly and secretly stabbed me, but I was only bent on protecting myself."

She doesn't have to sell in front of a calculating old Jianghu like Mrs. Qiao, everything is out of survival instinct.

She took a risky move that put her life to death.

"It's a pleasure to work with."

Old Madam Qiao was relieved and stretched out her hand to Wen Yabao.

I have to admit that Wen Yabao's method is a good way to never suffer in the future.

"Thank you for your success and happy cooperation."

Wen Yabao held Old Madam Qiao's cold fingers, and the corners of her lips hooked up with a touch of upward arc.

Bidding farewell to Mrs. Qiao, Wen Yabao stayed in the cemetery for a while and was about to leave.

An unfamiliar number belonging to Shengjing called in.

After hesitating for a moment, he picked it up.

"Miss Wen, I'm Qiao Ran."