Evil King, your vest fell off

Chapter 1 Ironic Betrayal 1
It was originally a sunny day, but it suddenly turned gloomy in the afternoon, and a strong wind blew up the smoke and dust on the ground.

Looking at the gloomy weather, it is the rhythm of heavy rain, and the passers-by on the street are rushing back.

A girl in jeans and a royal blue cashmere sweater was carrying a cake, carefully avoiding the crowd step by step, humming a little tune, and walking back.

Her name is Feng Nuanyang, the eldest lady of the Skyshine Group. Today is her husband Xiang Yuchen's birthday, but he works overtime at the company. She had prepared the dishes and planned to wait for him to go home at night, but unexpectedly received a text message from him. A text message came, hoping that she would go to accompany him on this special day, Nuan Yang felt extremely sweet when he thought about it.

Her obese body swiftly shuttled through the crowd like a fish. The small shop that made custom cakes was very close to his company. It was 10 minutes away. Nuan Yang didn't plan to call a taxi, but walked there.

This time just happened to be off work, and she was just able to accompany him in the past now, without disturbing his work. This was the first time they lived together in the company. Thinking about it, I felt happy, and the corners of Nuan Yang's mouth couldn't stop Tilting up, the dark eyes shone with a different kind of brilliance.

There are still ten steps away from Fandier Company, the sky is not beautiful, there is a slap, heavy rain pours down, the warm sun protects the cake, and ran over quickly.

At this time, most of the people had already left work, so she brushed back her dripping hair, walked in, and walked to the elevator familiarly.

As soon as assistant Lin Mei finished answering the phone, she saw that familiar figure. Before she had time to react, she watched her get on the elevator.

She was startled immediately, thinking of Song Langyin who was still in the CEO's office, she quickly dialed the phone under her hand, but there was always a busy tone on the other side.

The elevator dinged and stopped on the 86th floor, the top floor. Nuan Yang came out and walked in the direction of the office.

Nuan Yang was going to ring the doorbell, but saw a small gap in the door, and it was not closed, so he pushed the door and walked in.

Looking at the spacious and bright office, the orderly layout, smelling the familiar atmosphere, Nuan Yang felt a sweetness in his heart.

She looked around for a week, but she didn't see the person she wanted to see. She felt a little lost, and her eyes fell on the abrupt red lacquered door. Her eyes flickered, and she pushed the door and walked in.

This is the inner room, which was specially designed by Xiang Yuchen back then, and he would stay here if he didn't go home after working overtime.

But when her eyes full of joy touched the woman lying on the big white bed, she froze.

It was a woman with a bumpy figure and good features. She was wearing a sexy black silk underwear, and her burgundy curly hair was casually draped over her shoulders.

Feng Nuanyang tightened her grip on the door guard's hand, she obviously didn't expect to encounter such a situation, her mind went blank for a moment, and she opened her mouth: "Langyin, you, why are you here?"

The bed was messy, men's and women's clothes lay intertwined on the floor, Song Langyin smiled smugly, sat up without any shyness, and showed the red marks all over his fair body in front of Feng Nuanyang's eyes in a demonstration .

"Why can't I be here?" Song Langyin plucked the hair on his shoulders, then stood up from the bed, walked in front of Feng Nuanyang, and leaned into her ear: "But Xiang Yuchen asked me to come and celebrate his birthday with him of!"

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Shen Qianqiao only wanted to be a couple for the rest of her life, so she found a son-in-law, but she ended up in ruins.

After being reborn, Shen Qianqiao's eyebrows twitched charmingly, and she hooked her hand lightly.

The man who was sitting like a stone Buddha had blood red in his eyes, blue veins on his forehead, and looked at her coldly: "Demon girl!"

Shen Qianqiao smiled coldly, picked up the clothes and put them on her body and walked out: "If you don't want it, I'll go find someone else."

A black shadow flashed in front of her eyes, she was thrown heavily on the bed, the man covered her body and gritted his teeth: "I don't see who dares to want you!"

In this life, she chose to be that master, trampling everyone under her feet!

(End of this chapter)