Unconsciously, Xu Nianhe's hand holding the bag tightened, and then walked towards Song Zhiyuan's office with the steps of the six relatives who did not recognize him.

When she entered Song Zhiyuan's office, she directly threw the door shut, and then pulled it hard to lower the shutters on the glass wall.

The colleagues outside looked at Xu Nianhe's operation, their eyes widened and they looked at each other.

Du Yanheng walked out of the office and glanced at Song Zhiyuan's office, a trace of worry overflowing between his slightly twisted eyebrows.

"It seems that Miss Xu has something important to tell me." Leaning in the office chair, Song Zhiyuan looked at Xu Nianhe, the corners of his lips lifted slightly, and he seemed to be smiling.

Xu Nianhe put the bag in his hand on her desk, then pulled away the chair in front of her desk, sat down straight with his hands around his chest, crossed Erlang's legs again, looked at Song Zhiyuan and said straightforwardly, "Say, what kind of conditions do you need to be willing to divorce Zhou Qichuan?" ”

When Song Zhiyuan heard this, Qingli's eyebrows raised slightly, and she asked with a smile instead of answering, "Miss Xu, why don't you tell me first, what kind of conditions can you give me?" ”

"100 million in cash." Xu Nianhe was domineering and direct.

"Wow~" Song Zhiyuan was surprised, and the next moment, he raised his eyebrows and smiled again, "Does Miss Xu really think that Zhou Qichuan will marry you as long as he divorces me?" ”

"Of course he won't." She didn't give Xu Nianhe a chance to answer at all, she immediately agreed, smiled and continued, "Zhou Qichuan is used to being romantic, I am her wife, and I will never ask those Yingying Yanyan around him, and I don't have the strength to ask and stop it, but if he marries you, Miss Xu, it will be different." ”

Seeing that Xu Nianhe was about to speak, she immediately asked, "Zhou Qichuan has never liked to be restrained, and he has never been loyal to any woman, could it be that after Miss Xu married him, she could also be like me, and let him play with different tricks every day outside?" ”

"You don't need to worry about this, as long as he marries me, of course he won't dare to mess around outside." Xu Nianhe is quite confident.

Song Zhiyuan listened, and immediately chuckled, "So, Zhou Qichuan won't marry you." ”

"Song Zhiyuan, you say so much nonsense, to put it bluntly, you just don't want to divorce Zhou Qichuan, do you?" On the ground, Xu Nianhe was on fire.

"Miss Xu, I said so much, haven't you understood?" Song Zhiyuan smiled indifferently, "The marriage between me and Zhou Qichuan is not something I can decide, the only person who can decide is Zhou Qichuan—" himself.

Just when she hadn't said the last two words, Xu Nianhe suddenly stood up, picked up the table and poured half a cup of coffee directly at her.

Song Zhiyuan could obviously dodge, but she didn't dodge, and let half a cup of coffee splash on her face.

Xu Nianhe put the empty coffee cup in his hand on Song Zhiyuan's desk with a "bang", stared at her condescendingly, and snorted coldly, "Song Zhiyuan, do you know what the consequences will be if Zhou Qichuan doesn't divorce you?" ”

When Song Zhiyuan heard this, she was unhurried, flicked her eyelids, looked at Xu Nianhe, and asked her very cooperatively, "What will be the consequences?" ”

Xu Nianhe leaned down, propped his hands on Song Zhiyuan's desk, stared at her from above, and sneered, "Zhou Jiangyuan will not only dismiss him from all his positions in the Zhou family, but maybe he will also cut off the father-son relationship with him, and when the time comes, even you will have to get out of the Zhou family obediently." ”

As she spoke, she sneered proudly, "When Zhou Qichuan has nothing, I don't believe it, you are still willing to follow him." ”

Song Zhiyuan looked at Xu Nianhe, raised the corners of his lips and smiled slightly, but did not speak.

"So, Song Zhiyuan, I advise you to be more interesting, otherwise you really won't have your good fruit to eat." After the last warning, Xu Nianhe straightened up, took his bag, turned around and left.

Watching Xu Nianhe pull the door and go out, Song Zhiyuan took a few words of paper towel to wipe the coffee stains on his face.

"Boss—"

As soon as Xu Nianhe left, Chi Xue ran in.

Seeing Song Zhiyuan's face covered with coffee stains, she was stunned.

"Boss, are you alright?" After being stunned for two seconds, Chi Xue reacted, hurriedly ran over, and also took a tissue to help wipe the coffee stains on Song Zhiyuan's body, "How can this Miss Xu be so excessive, she actually splashed you with coffee." ”

"Don't wipe it, I'm fine." Song Zhiyun was light and light, and went to grab Chi Xue's hand.

"Knowing kites!" At this time, Du Yanheng also walked in, and when he saw Song Zhiyuan's situation, he immediately frowned.

Song Zhiyuan looked up at him and raised his lips and smiled, "The coffee that Mr. Du gave me tasted very good, but it's a pity that half a cup was wasted." ”

Du Yanheng looked at her, walked over, and said with concern, "Are you okay?" ”

Song Zhiyuan shook his head, "It's okay!" I have clean clothes here, just change them. ”

"Hmm." Du Yanheng nodded and said nothing.

……

The news that Song Zhiyuan was splashed with coffee by Xu Nianhe was soon reported to Zhou Qichuan by Zhang Mu.

After Zhou Qichuan listened, his warm black eyes suddenly turned cold, and he asked, "How is my wife?" ”

"I heard that my wife didn't have anything to do, so after going to change her clothes, I went back to work as normal." Zhang Mu replied.

Zhou Qichuan's face was only slightly better, and he ordered Zhang Mu in a deep voice, "Call Yang Mingyu and say that you can make a move." ”

Yang Mingyu is the executive president of Zhuoyuan Group and the external boss of Zhuoyuan Group.

"Yes, boss." Zhang Mu nodded and immediately went out to do errands.

As soon as he left, Zhou Qichuan dialed Song Zhiyuan's internal line.

"Manager Song, come to my office." The phone was connected, and Zhou Qichuan spoke quite formulaically.

"Okay."

Five minutes later, Song Zhiyuan stood in front of Zhou Qichuan.

Facing him, Song Zhiyuan showed a formulaic and decent smile, and said respectfully, "The vice president has something, just give orders." ”

Zhou Qichuan looked at Song Zhiyuan, who had changed his body from head to toe in front of him, and the hair on his forehead and sideburns was obviously still wet, his good-looking eyebrows were slightly invisible, and he pushed away the senior chair and got up.

Walking in front of Song Zhiyuan, he raised his hand, and his warm fingertips fell on Song Zhiyuan's slightly cool cheeks, rubbing gently, "Iris, you don't need to swallow your anger at Xu Nianhe." ”

Song Zhiyuan listened, lowered his head and smiled, "Vice President, you have to swallow your anger at Xu Nianhe, let alone me." ”

Zhou Qichuan looked at her and suddenly smiled, "So, are you willing to swallow your anger at Xu Nianhe for me?" ”

Song Zhiyuan raised his head, met his gaze, raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Do you want to know what Miss Xu told me?" ”

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