This is called retribution for evil.

He Xiyan sighed heavily, and there was not much sadness or schadenfreude on his face.

Although Li Qin used to scold her often and look down on her, she still felt pitiful to hear that she had become half a waste. Thinking that she was so arrogant and wanted to save face before, she suddenly became like this, and the psychological blow must have been great.

But naturally she won't go to see her, she doesn't owe her anything in the Mo family, and now it doesn't matter.

He Xiyan patted Wu Xiaomin's shoulder and said lightly:

"Xiaomin, I won't go, you take good care of her."

Wu Xiaomin was a little surprised, "Are you really not going?" "Even if it's for Mr. Mo's sake.

"Yes." He Xiyan smiled apologetically, "I have other arrangements today, let's talk another day, you can get busy first." ”

After speaking, He Xiyan turned around and got into a black car parked not far away.

She is very grateful to those who have been good to her, such as teachers, neighbors, and aunts who have helped her, and she will help them visit if they are in trouble or sick, but for some people who have never been good to her, whether they are relatives or how close they used to be, she really doesn't care much whether they are dead or alive.

Maybe people's feelings are mutual, there will be a return if there is a pay, and if there is no emotion, you won't care.

Half an hour later, the car stopped at the gate of Huayang Twin Towers, and He Xiyan was here for the first time. Such a magnificent office building would also be built by a consortium like Ye's.

She got out of the car and buttoned up her coat, which was so wide that she couldn't tell that she was pregnant.

It's just that she doesn't look good, but it's better than everyone staring at her belly.

After entering the office building, a woman in a work uniform took the initiative to walk up to her and politely asked:

"May I ask if you are Mrs. Ye?" The questioner was Wang Xia from the Secretariat Department.

He Xiyan smiled and nodded.

"Mr. Ye is still in a meeting, I'll take you to rest first." After speaking, Wang Xia made a gesture of please.

He Xiyan followed the female secretary to the 19th floor, and along the way, she suffered a lot from the strange eyes cast by the employees here.

Everyone looked at her as if they were looking at an orangutan, and their eyes were full of curiosity.

Wang Xia opened an office and said: "This is Mr. Ye's office, there is a rest room in it, the meeting is estimated to end in more than an hour, you can go inside and sleep for a while." ”

He Xiyan smiled politely at the female secretary and said thank you, and then gently closed the door.

This office is very spacious, about seventy or eighty square meters, with gray and white as the main color, and looks simple and serious. Inside, there is a set of exquisite leather sofas, as well as coffee tables and bookshelves. It is a standard office decoration style.

He Xiyan is not tired, but when she comes to such a workplace again, she can always remember what she used to look like when she went to work, at that time she was also a white-collar worker, wearing a professional outfit, working from 9 to 5 every day, living a life of two points and one line. However, although she was busy at that time and had some work pressure from time to time, she felt very fulfilled and could feel her value.

And now she hasn't been to work for more than half a year, and she has always been at home with her children and giving birth, as if she has become a housewife. She thought that when she gave birth and finished her confinement, she must come out to work and do what she wanted to do.

The "Ding Dong ......" doorbell suddenly rang at this time.