First Lady

Misha, the iceberg girl with a paralyzed face, finally left his house, and he returned to the happy days of a single nobleman, which should be something to be happy about.

But when the young master said that Mi Sha might live in Ming Mansion for a long time, Chu Qiao felt a little...disappointed.

He asked cautiously: "Uh...young master, will Mi Sha stay in the mansion for a long time this time?"

Ming Ye raised her eyebrows and jokingly said: "Why, you still can't bear her?"

Chu Qiao's heart skipped a beat, his hands trembled in fright, the car suddenly turned a corner, and almost missed a car driving side by side. [

Chu Qiao hurriedly explained: "No, no, young master, please don't get me wrong, I... I, I am mainly afraid that Misha is not capable enough. After all, manage, manage with her."

For some reason, Chu Qiao felt that the reason he said seemed a bit far-fetched.

Ming Ye nodded seriously, touched his chin and looked at Chu Qiao meaningfully: "Oh... I didn't know that you care so much about Mi Sha."

The more Chu Qiao gets nervous, the more Ming Ye feels that he and Mi Sha are having trouble. This guy really has lived with Mi Sha for a long time, and he has been in love with her for a long time, right?

"Young master, please don't scare me. It's not that you don't know about Misha. Even if you kill me, I wouldn't dare to be tempted by her." Chu Qiao's anxious voice trembled a little.

Misha is a well-known female Rakshasa, how powerful she is, no one knows, is there any man in this world who has the courage to marry and live with Misha?

"Oh, it turns out I didn't dare to move, it's not that I didn't want to move..."

"..."

Chu Qiao felt cold, so he simply kept silent.

The more the description gets darker, the more the explanation is, the bigger the misunderstanding, so I just don't speak at all.

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After arriving at the company, Chu Qiao also saw the ridiculous news in today's newspaper.

He said excitedly to Ming Ye: "Master, I'm afraid that this Duke Vincent may really come to China."

"Why? Did he realize his conscience and wanted to find his wife's body?" Ming Ye said sarcastically as she looked down at the company's performance report for this month without raising her head.

Ming Ye didn't care about Ming Manzhen's death, but the old butler was still lying in the hospital in a coma.

Now that Duke Vincent is mentioned, Mingye can't wait to notify the British branch and send someone to assassinate that guy.