Hidden marriage pet wife sweet

Chapter 5 Maybe You're Right
With a high nose bridge, slightly pursed sexy thin lips, coupled with a cold face, it seemed that the matter just discussed had nothing to do with him.

This person is Nuo Yishen, the current president of the Emperor Group who just came back from Country A and took over the Emperor Group a few days ago. He didn't answer the call.

From the moment he entered the door until now, he never mentioned a word about his grandfather's forced marriage, but Song Qinghui has been making passionate suggestions all the time. Fortunately, he has long been used to Young Master Song's loud noises.

Instead, Gong Zecheng, who had been standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window watching the night scene, turned around and teased: "Master Song, don't you understand Yishen's difficulty?"

"What do you mean?" After Song Qinghui asked this sentence, he immediately understood what Gong Zecheng was referring to, "Gong Er, I understand! Don't you just need to find a woman first? This is easy!"

After finishing speaking, he picked up Nuo Yishen's mobile phone.

Gong Zecheng ranked second in the Gong family's generation. He has long been accustomed to the title of Gong Er, and the corners of his mouth are slightly raised, waiting for Song Qinghui's good idea.

Nuo Yishen still sat there, not minding Song Qinghui playing with his mobile phone at all.

Song Qinghui was his good brother who once shared weal and woe. Normally, as long as Song Qinghui didn't touch his bottom line, his attitude would always be tolerant.

Song Qinghui downloaded a software that distributes real-life red envelopes, "Yishen, I hid a real-life red envelope for you."

There is another meaning for him to download this real-scene red envelope software. This software is a product that will be launched by the Product Development Department of Song Group. It can be connected with any software for grabbing red envelopes. , gender and other information to filter out some people who grab the red envelopes, only the most suitable people matched by the system can find the red envelopes and snatch them away.This software is not so much a software for grabbing red envelopes, but a software for making friends and seeking marriage.

"Huh?" Nuo Yishen, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke.

Song Qinghui immediately explained: "Although you marry a woman and go home in name only, but why don't you marry a woman who is destined to go back? You can marry any woman who snatches this real-life red envelope later..."

Song Qinghui still considered Nuo Yishen's hidden illness. Over the years, he has worried a lot about Nuo Yishen's hidden illness.

"childish!"

Nuo Yishen was about to get up and leave.

Gong Zecheng smiled heartily, "Qinghui, what if a man snatches the red envelope..."

Song Qinghui clasped his hands in front of his chest, and said confidently: "My sixth sense tells me that the person who grabs the red envelope must be a woman!"

At this time, Xu Yutong glanced at the time on the phone, and there were still 10 minutes to find the red envelope.

She breathed a sigh of relief, calmed down, and according to the clues prompted on the phone, she successfully found a red envelope at the door of VIP Room No. [-] and clicked on it.

11 yuan and one cent.

With a gratified smile on her face, she finally completed the task.

In the VIP room No. [-], Song Qinghui shouted excitedly, "Yi Shen, someone robbed your red envelope, it's a woman!"

Nuo Yi said two words coldly, "Boring!"

Stretching out his slender fingers, motioned Song Qinghui to hand over his mobile phone.

He intends to get his phone back and leave.

"I'm just giving you advice, otherwise how would you find a marriage partner? If you don't have a marriage partner, how can you..."

Song Qinghui glanced at Nuo Yishen, his eyes were so cold!

He immediately swallowed back the words he hadn't said yet.

Just now I almost forgot that after so many years, women are still taboo to Nuo Yishen, Song Qinghui obediently handed over the phone.

When Nuo Yishen took the phone, he glanced at the avatar of the red envelope grabber on the phone interface, and was slightly taken aback.

is her?

In an instant, the coldness in his eyes directly turned into thousand-year-old ice, "Qinghui, maybe, Xu, you, yes, yes, yes!"

Immediately dial the number of your subordinates...

(End of this chapter)