"Chu Yu, if I help you this time, I will return all the kindness you have done to me over the years, and from now on, I will treat it as if I have never known you!"

“…………”

Chu Yu listened to the sound in his ear, and suddenly burst into tears.

Shanshan, after all, I have lost you in this life, and I will take you to heart for the rest of my life.

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Zhao Qishan was in an unprecedented dilemma, if he didn't help Chu Yu, as he said, he might really lose everything.

If she helped Chu Yu, would Murong Yan blame her?

In recent days, Murong Yan has occasionally worked from home.

In the evening, while Murong Yan went to take a bath, Zhao Zhenshan quickly sneaked into the study and found the bid price of the Dongyang cooperation case in his notebook.

Then find Chu Yu's number, quickly send a string of numbers, and delete and block that number before Chu Yu replies to the message.

After doing all this, she felt as if she had experienced a catastrophe.

This time, she was more afraid than ever that Murong Yan would find out what she had done.

"Shan'er!"

A man's gentle call came from outside.

Zhao Qishan hurriedly came back to his senses, went out of the study, and closed the door.

"Husband!" She walked briskly into the bedroom and tiptoed to kiss the man on the chin.

Murong Yan was stunned for a moment as if flattered, and then grabbed the back of her head and gave her a deep kiss.

"Shan'er, I really love you so much!"

Zhao Zhenshan's heart sank to the bottom more and more.

"Brother Murong, I'm ......" Zhao Qishan pursed his lips unnaturally.

"Huh?" Murong Yan hugged her and sat on the bed.

“…… I love you too. ”

The man was stunned for a moment, and Huo Di hugged her, "Shan'er, me too, I love you very much......

Suddenly, Zhao Qishan felt even more guilty in his heart.

He's so nice to her now, but what if he knows about it?

For a while, Zhao Jishan was extremely remorseful.

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Three days later –

On this day, until very late, Murong Yan did not come back.

Zhao Qishan was puzzled, could it be that he was busy with work?

In the six months since they got married, except when the two quarreled, Murong Yan never went home one night.

As usual, he always couldn't wait to get home, and as soon as he entered the door, he hugged her several times.

At ten o'clock in the evening, she finally couldn't hold back and called Murong Yan.

In a few moments, the phone was picked up.

"Who are you looking for?" It was Murong Yan's voice, but he seemed to be drunk and spoke slurred.

"Husband, it's me, where are you?" Zhao Qishan bit his lip and asked.

"Oh, it's my wife, where do I have anything to do with you??"

"Because you're my husband......"

Zhao Qishan muttered, only to feel aggrieved.

He was always like that, snubbing her every once in a while.

"You know I'm your husband, too?" Murong Yan snorted coldly, raised a wine bottle and poured a sip of spirits, "Then why don't you love me?" ”

"I love you!" Zhao Zhenshan immediately replied without hesitation.

Murong Yan frowned, as if asking himself, "You love me...... No, no, how can you love me, Zhao Jishan, let me tell you, Lao Tzu doesn't love you anymore, it's not rare for you!! ”

Zhao Zhenshan was only stunned for a moment, and was about to open his mouth to defend himself, but Murong Yan had already hung up the phone.

She hurriedly dialed again, but Murong Yan stopped answering the phone.

Looking at the empty bedroom, and thinking of what the man said just now, Zhao Jishan threw himself on the bed and 3106081