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Bai Shaoqing came out of the bathroom and returned to his position.

Jian Sang reported to him: "Master, just now a man named 'Sheng Sheng' called Mr. Lu. ”

Jian Sang didn't know who Sheng Sheng was, but Bai Shaoqing did.

Every time Lu Zhenming talked about Su Wansheng in front of him, he called her Shengsheng.

He took Lu Zhenming's mobile phone on the table, pressed the button on the side, and the screen lit up.

There was a missed call on it, and the note was Shengsheng.

And the wallpaper of the mobile phone turned out to be Lu Zhenming holding Su Wansheng, and the two were intimately leaning together.

Su Wansheng smiled excitedly, his eyes were bent into crescent moons, and his thin white fingers were compared to scissor hands.

Although Lu Zhenming didn't smile, the corners of his slightly hooked lips could see that he was in a good mood.

Behind the two of them was the beginning of the rising sun, and the sky was orange.

Bai Shaoqing's eyes sank, and the fingers holding the mobile phone also tightened subconsciously.

At this moment, the mobile phone in his hand clicked and entered a text message.

He glanced at it, it was sent by Su Wansheng.

[Brother Zhenming, do you have a party at night? ] If not, go home early, and I'll cook for you. 】

Looking at the content of the text message, Bai Shaoqing felt a little dazzling.

Especially the words "Brother Zhenming" and "I will cook your favorite dishes" made him feel a trace of jealousy in his heart.

The day after he was wounded by a gunshot, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Su Wansheng in his room.

At that glance, he knew that he was going to be completely planted in the hands of this woman.

A married woman, he shouldn't be worried about it, but it was her car that day.

He raised his hand and pinched his eyebrow bone, perhaps this is the so-called fate.

He put his phone on the table with a gloomy expression: "Let's go." ”

Qi Bo took his coat and left the café with Jian San.

As soon as they left, Tang Mo arrived, and when he saw that there was no one on the second floor, he was slightly surprised, and then walked towards the table where coffee cups were placed on the table.

There was indeed a black phone on the table, and after making sure it belonged to his boss, he took it and left.

He returned to the company and gave Lu Zhenming his mobile phone to the office.

Secretary Sun was inside, cleaning up the mess on the ground.

And Lu Zhenming stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, with his hands on his waist, it seemed that he should have calmed down, but the cold aura exuded from his body still made people dare not approach.

"Mr. Lu." He cautiously shouted, "Madame sent you a text message." ”

Lu Zhenming, who was standing there motionless, finally had a hint of reaction: "Bring it." ”

Tang Mo had already put the phone on the table for him, and after hearing his words, he picked it up again and stepped forward and put the phone in his palm.

Looking at the content posted by Su Wansheng, his mood was a little better.

Seeing the icon of a missed call, he clicked on the call log.

Seeing that it was Su Wansheng, he called her back.

The phone was connected, and he was still gentle as usual: "Shengsheng." ”

After Tang Mo gave his mobile phone to Lu Zhenming, he helped Secretary Sun clean up the things on the ground together.

Listening to Lu Zhenming's "Shengsheng", his hand shook and stuck to the fragments of the cup, and blood gushed out.

The contrast between before and after is too great, right?

Just after getting angry, I can talk to my wife so gently.

This change of temperament is easy to control, and he really admires his boss.

Secretary Sun looked at him and whispered, "Tang Tezhu, your hand ......"

He shook his head, indicating that it was okay.

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