Since this incident.

Ling Sicheng hadn't seen Liu He's shadow for a week.

Either she was still sleeping when he got up, or she wasn't home when he came back.

Is she deliberately hiding? Still is...

Ling Sicheng has been distracted frequently in the company's important meetings recently, and he picked up the pen and wanted to sign the document, but he was stunned for a while, and unconsciously broke the pen and rolled to the ground.

Miao Wenkhan sat next to him in a professional hip skirt and reminded softly: "Mr. Ling, sign with my pen." Hand him the pen.

He came to his senses, took it and signed, closed the paperwork, and said nothing.

She quickly sensed that something was wrong with him, and with a woman's sixth sense, it was definitely related to the one in the family.

Lunch break.

Miao Wenkhan soaked a cup of thick milk latte and wanted to bring it to Ling Si.

Just as I was about to knock on the door, I heard a conversation between him and his assistant.

"You don't have to worry about everything in the company these days, Secretary Miao will do it for you, and your task now is to follow Liu He and see what kind of fame she is making." Ling Sicheng looked out the window at the tall buildings, bored.

Chen Li couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Mr. Ling, do you mean to call me to spy on Mrs. Ling?" ”

Ling Sicheng turned his head and glared at him sternly, so frightened that he quickly retracted his smile and replaced it with a serious and cautious face.

"I'm worried that this kind of country woman is not proportionate and will do things that insult the lintel of the house outside." He explained far-fetchedly.

"But Madame doesn't look like that kind of person." No matter how you look at it, it is easier for Miao Wenkhan to do that kind of immoral thing.

"You know again?" Ling Sicheng asked with an impatient frown.

Chen Li immediately bowed knowingly, respectfully, "I promise to complete the task!" ”

Hearing the sound of Chen Li coming out, Miao Wenkhan immediately flashed into another room and was silent.

It wasn't until there was no movement outside that she took the coffee to the sink and poured it out, and when she saw her face in the mirror that had become a little sallow because of pregnancy, she was filled with anxiety in her heart.

Is she not beautiful now, why does she have a sense of crisis for Liu He.

Although Ling Sicheng was full of malice towards Liu He in and out of his words, only Miao Wencam, who was also a woman, could hear that he was obviously distracted by her.

Miao Wenkhan suddenly felt a tumult in his stomach, and hurriedly rushed into the toilet to vomit, and it took a long time to recover.

She touched her slightly bulging lower abdomen, and it was not easy for her to get Ling Sicheng to recognize this little life, and she definitely couldn't let a Liu He take away her status.

She wiped the dirt from the corners of her mouth, and her expression became gradually cold and hideous.

Night market.

It is said that after 20 o'clock, it is the time when the nightlife really begins.

Liu He prepared the ingredients, pushed the food stall cart out of a small dilapidated warehouse he had just rented, pushed it to the stall, put up the sign of "Liu Shiji", and began to sell it.

She makes authentic snacks in her hometown, ice powder dumplings, egg dumplings, potato glutinous rice, love tofu fruit... All kinds of tricks.

Most of the people in Xihai City have light tastes, and Liu He has been improving on this basis, listening carefully to the opinions of customers, and in just a few days, he has accumulated a lot of repeat customers.

Occasionally, there will be a small queue in front of her stall, Liu He is too busy to be alone, Song Xinhang will come to help her after working overtime every day, and the two will collect the stall together and go home together.

If this pace continues, the small business will quickly return to its original cost and make money.

Liu He seems to see the hope of life, even if he is busy until the early hours of the morning to rest, he is not tired of it.

She is no longer the nominal Mrs. Ling who lowers her eyebrows and is humiliated, even if she sets up a stall, she can eat with her own hands and straighten her waist with peace of mind.

Song Xinhang helped Liu He clean the ingredients and utensils in the small warehouse, and mentioned it by the way: "The live broadcast has been very popular recently, can we also do a live broadcast of the stall." ”

"Live?" Liu He doesn't know much about this mechanism, but he can often brush it on his mobile phone, and he feels that it should be a very good way to publicize.

"Yes, now many celebrities and Internet celebrities are selling goods live, which is very popular."

Song Xinhang is engaged in the media, Liu He naturally trusts her very much, and nodded happily: "Okay, we will start the live broadcast tomorrow." ”

The two of them tidied up their things, pulled down the roller shutter, and suddenly saw a dark shadow flash behind a tree next to them.

The street lamps in this small alley have been in disrepair for many years, and there are often drunks making trouble here, even... Toilet.

Liu He held Song Xinhang's hand tightly and whispered, "Hurry up." The two of them hurried forward.

But the faster they ran, the tighter the shadows behind them followed, and they began to race.

Liu He couldn't bear it anymore, so he picked up his bag and turned around, smashed it on the head of the black shadow, and kept scolding: "You perverted stalker, what do you want to do!" ”

Song Xinhang saw that she was so brave, and he also had the courage to join the battle.

"Don't hit Madame, it's me, Xiao Chen." The dark shadow made a familiar voice and begged for mercy.

Liu He took out his mobile phone and turned on the flashlight, he was really Ling Sicheng's assistant.

She embarrassedly picked him up and asked, "Why are you here?" It's scary. ”

"It was the president who told me to come and see you, Madame." Chen Li touched the corner of his broken mouth, grinning in pain.

Song Xinhang was confused when he heard it next to him, "It turns out that you know each other, what is the president's wife, are you acting in a TV series?" ”

In her impression, only the wealthy families in the TV series will appear this kind of title.

Seeing that the identity of the wealthy wife was about to be exposed, Liu He pulled Song Xinhang over and whispered: "This is my ex-husband's cousin, after a car accident ten years ago, his brain is not very good, and he fantasizes about living in a TV series every day, so you can cooperate with him shallowly." ”