Wang Yin tried to contact Yin Bao countless times in one day, and in these countless times, Wang Yin was always faced with a fixed radio standard answer, telling her again and again that Yin Bao could not be contacted.

"Yin Leopard !!"

Wang Yin seemed to be crazy when she was told that Yin Leopard's phone was turned off again, and the hysterical madness screamed, and there was already a complete mess around her, so that the people in the Yin family's old mansion did not dare to get closer.

After all, this kind of Wang Yin is even more frightening than the Wang Yin who insulted them harshly.

Wang Yin was so angry, her eyes were bloodshot and red, she clenched her hands, and the few broken nails were all held into her palms, which wore out the soft flesh in her palms, but she didn't care at all.

You must know that Wang Yin is usually a person who is scalded by water and has to scream and lose his temper.

It is conceivable that the current Wang Yin is no longer thinking about such things as his favorite nails or palm injuries.

Wang Yin's mind was full of thoughts of 'not letting Yin Zheng succeed', after all, once Yin Zheng succeeded, she herself would become a woman with an income of only 3,000 yuan a month, which was completely impossible!

Wang Yin, who is used to enjoying a luxurious life, how could he live a life of 3,000 yuan a month, which is even more cruel than killing Wang Yin directly, so Yin Zheng just saw Wang Yin's weakness and pinched it in his hands to play with it.

Wang Yin, who was originally angry, suddenly fell into a strange and quiet contemplation, her chest that rose and fell deeply up and down, and gradually disappeared, and a very quiet feeling lingered throughout her whole body.

This feeling is so strong that the contrast with the previous outburst is even more terrifying.

Gradually, Wang Yin seemed to have thought of an excellent idea, which was even so brilliant that Wang Yin's original messy mood was completely repaired in an instant.

'Yin Zheng, since you are unkind and unjust, don't blame me for being ruthless. ’

Wang Yin smiled coldly in her heart, as if she was a demon from hell, her face was smeared in a mess, and the red lipstick on the red lips that had been delicately outlined by Wang Yin forever had been messily smeared on her face.

But Wang Yin didn't mind her own ghost appearance now, and slowly sat up, as if she was the same as usual, and became the kind of dignified and demure lady sitting again, Wang Yin raised her hand and stroked the hair that was already scattered on the sideburns, as if she was still the 'Mrs. Yin' with bright and bright clothes.

"What about people?"

Wang Yin, who already has a countermeasure in her heart, has naturally returned to her usual attitude in her mind at this time, and even her facial expression is as arrogant and arrogant as usual, if you ignore the messy makeup on her face, it may be like returning from shopping usually.

Wang Yin raised her voice and called out to the subordinates who had been hiding since Yin Zheng came back and they started to quarrel, and no one came for a long time.

This angered Wang Yin all of a sudden, making Wang Yin feel that the entire Yin family didn't treat her as a serious master now, so Wang Yin immediately stood up, her hands on her waist, and the makeup on her face made her even more hideous.

Wang Yin stood in the hall of the Yin family's old mansion, looked around, and began to scold: "It's all a bunch of dogs who are holding high and stepping on low!" What Yin Zheng said, you all should do it as if it was a holy decree, Yin Zheng came back to bully me, and you dogs bullied me together, what the hell?! ”

Wang Yin's voice is extremely sharp, this afternoon she has not been idle in this voice, this time she scolded, although the voice is high-pitched, but there is still a kind of vomiting and hoarseness, extremely ugly, like a crow that is about to die and is unwilling, and she has to strain to chirp a few times to show her sense of existence.

"I'm still the wife of the Yin family, Yin Zheng just wants to take away my shares, does he dare to take this hat from my head?! Even if he is bold, he has to ask Old Man Yin, that is the person I called my father-in-law when I came in to bring tea! ”

"I'm his stepmother! What is a stepmother, even if his own mother is dead, he must honor me! ”

"Yin Zheng, this beast doesn't know filial piety, what are you guys doing with your subordinates?! What about people!! Get out of here! ”

Wang Yin stood in the hall with a red face and a thick neck and scolded for a long time, but no one paid attention to her, at this time she was in full swing, and felt that even if the king of heaven and Lao Tzu came, she would dare to provoke, so she naturally twisted her waist and stepped on a pair of hating the sky and went to a few places where people often live.

"If you don't come out again, don't think about coming out to serve me in the future!" Wang Yin was still scolding on her lips, and she walked very fast.

But after visiting several places, when Wang Yin found that there was no one in the entire old mansion, Wang Yin's anger towards Yin Zheng had completely soared to an unprecedented new height.

"Okay, good-" Wang Yin even wanted to peel Yin Zheng's skin and cramp at this time, she laughed angrily, and then turned into an arrogant laugh.

After this crazy laughter subsided, she stood alone in the corridor of the Yin family's old mansion, with a face like a ghost-painted makeup, coupled with her messy straw-like hair, and the red dress she happened to wear today, she really looked like a ghost who was going to ask for her life.

Wang Yin glanced up and down around the Yin family's old mansion with a pair of red eyes, and now she was left alone in the empty villa of hundreds of square meters.

"Yin Zheng, since you have to make me feel bad, then let's completely break it."

Wang Yin spit out almost every word out of her mouth in a biting way, with an extreme hatred and resentment, echoing in the Yin family's old mansion.

It was like a female ghost crying bitterly.

"Since I was able to fight your damn mother back then, and occupied the position of 'Mrs. Yin' for so many years, can I still be afraid that you will not succeed?" As if to hypnotize herself, Wang Yin muttered to herself: "Let's not, not necessarily, who can kill whom!" ”

After all, Wang Yin felt that the idea she came up with was really a brilliant trick.

As long as she thought of the "killer feature" she came up with, Wang Yin couldn't help but show a complacent and smug look on her face, she pondered how she should contact tomorrow and how to play it later, so that the effect could be reached to the end, and for a while, she was much calmer again.

At night, Yin Zheng, who had already gone home, opened the door, after he met Sun Yiran and Wang Yin today, he returned to the company to continue to deal with work, and the whole person's mental state was already extremely tired.

Eighty percent of this fatigue is due to Sun Yiran and Wang Yin.

Therefore, when Yin Zheng opened the door and saw a lonely small lamp in the living room, his heart was suddenly filled with an unknown emotion, and the heart that had been cold and hard all day was instantly warmed by a dim small lamp.

Yin Zheng knew that this lamp was left to him by Song He, even if Song He was still angry now, but at least Song He left the lamp for Yin Zheng, who came home late, Song He still did it.

It is this kind of gentleness and thoughtfulness that can make Yin Zheng soften his heart, just like Chen Che felt, Yin Zheng, who is like a cold robot, finally has a problem that normal people will worry about.

Yin Zheng knew that it was quite late now, Song He had been sleeping early recently, and as the child in her belly grew up day by day, Song He gradually became lazy, as if she would fall asleep anytime and anywhere.

The man hung his coat at the entrance of the hallway, changed into his slippers in the room, and then walked lightly down the stairs to the door of the master bedroom on the second floor.

Yin Zheng followed the gap under the closed door and saw the light still shining inside, and the man who was not ready to disturb Song He's sleep still gently twisted the door lock.

The scene gradually revealed between the slowly opened doors made Yin Zheng's tired mood feel rewarded for a day in a row - Song He had fallen asleep, she lay quietly between the mattresses, and the thick and soft quilt wrapped Song He's petite body, revealing only a ruddy and beautiful face that was sleeping.

Yin Zheng was obsessed with watching unconsciously, his eyes wandered on Song Hejiao's delicate facial features, the heartstrings that had been tense for a day suddenly loosened, and the whole person had a comfortable feeling of high relaxation, and then, drowsiness immediately hit.

Yin Zheng, who didn't have to be nervous about himself, stole a lazy time, he walked into the bedroom, took a quick shower in the bathroom and changed into pajamas, and climbed into the quilt that had been warmed by Song He.

Blowing the wind at just the right temperature, and the sound of Song He's even breathing around him, Yin Zheng touched his hand on Song He's stomach that was obviously pregnant, as if saying goodnight to their child before going to bed, and then carefully straightened his arm and wrapped it around Song He's waist, but he didn't dare to work too hard, for fear of waking Song He up.

When Yin Zheng finished all this and completely hugged Song He into his arms, the hanging heart finally fell steadily, and Yin Zheng's breath that he had just held unconsciously also let go.

The end of a busy day at this time is the most satisfying moment for Yin Zheng.

Although there were fierce eyes outside, ghosts, wolves, tigers and leopards staring at them with bad intentions, Yin Zheng had already done a good job of protecting Song He behind him, so that she didn't know anything, was carefree, and gave birth to the child peacefully.

The man who was always regarded as omnipotent on the outside, his always cold and ruthless face was gradually shrouded in a silent gentleness, Yin Zheng lowered his head, and unconsciously rubbed his chin against the top of Song He's hair several times.

Soon, heavy drowsiness swept in, blurring all of Yin Zheng's consciousness.

When Yin Zheng fell into a dark and sweet sleep, he still remembered silently saying goodnight to Song He.

Even if there is a storm tomorrow, there is happiness at the moment.