The President's Best Wife

Chapter 20 Chapter 20

When Wen Qiao bought things in the mall, she picked out the most expensive ones, regardless of whether Fu Shiheng could afford them or not.

Fu Shiheng saw that she was carrying big bags and small bags, and felt that she was carrying her own life, 20!He has only been working for less than a year, earning a salary of several thousand yuan a month, and managed to save 7 to [-] yuan. The rest of the money was left by his parents for him to marry a wife, and now Wen Qiao has lost all of it. Empty.

But thinking about the future benefits that Wen Qiao and the Wen family will gain, this mere 20 is far from enough.

No matter how distressed you are, you still have to put on an appearance of "you like it, just buy it".

Wen Qiao thought that he must have spent almost all of his money. Just now, watching him take out his card to buy clothes, it was as funny as cutting his flesh.

She has never looked down on the poor, but the kind of person who is not down-to-earth and only seeks shortcuts makes people feel disgusted, let alone a scum like him who uses people's hearts to achieve his own goals.

"Shiheng, did I buy too much? It must have cost you a lot of money. I blame my desire to shop too much. I buy what I like. How about I return it?" Wen Qiao said and was about to go The counter asked someone to refund, but was stopped by Fu Shiheng.

"It's okay, I'm willing to spend money for you."

return the goods?When he is a fool?Which high-end shopping malls allow returns?

Since she was chosen as the stepping stone, even if she broke Silver Teeth, she would be swallowed by blood.

Wen Qiao gently rubbed her head against her arm, "Shi Heng, you are so kind."

Seeing the girl's little furry head rubbing against his body, even if he didn't want to, his heart softened at the moment.

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"gentlemen."

Han Lin pushed open the office door and stood respectfully in front of the mahogany desk. The man was reviewing the documents at the moment. The outer tower of the suit on his body was resting on the back of the chair behind him. The two buttons of the white shirt were unbuttoned, revealing the sexy half collarbone , strong fingers holding a pure black Liya gold Parker pen, the nib hits a soft halo on the document.

"What's the matter?" Without raising his head, a low and gentle voice came out of his throat

Han Lin hesitated for a moment, and said: "The person sent out reported that today...Miss Wen and Fu Shiheng had dinner outside, and... went shopping all afternoon and bought a lot of things. I heard that Miss Wen has a relationship with that person Very intimate, very happy…”

"Snapped--"

The hand that signed the Meiji court was so hard that the tip of the Parker pen broke, and the last stroke of the court was too hard, and the leached ink blurred two sheets of paper.

He calmly tore off the two sheets of paper, crumpled them up and threw them into the trash can, "Let them reprint two sheets and send them over."

Han Lin saw that he had nothing else to say, so he went out and closed the door, and went straight to the accounting department.

Meiji Court opened the drawer, and inside it was the black watch box that was given to Wen Qiao's watch yesterday, and closed the drawer again after only one glance, but those eyes were dark and deep, containing most of the emotions.

Two minutes later, Han Lin came in with two extra sheets of paper in his hand, and he sent them to the Meiji Court, "Sir, are they going to call them back?"

After signing, Meiji Court closed the cap of the newly replaced pen, leaned back on the office chair, raised his hand and rubbed the space between his eyebrows, "No, let them continue to protect secretly."

Han Lin wanted to say something more, but seeing the posture of the gentleman, he didn't intend to talk any more, so he backed out again.

He hesitated for a few minutes, and decided to go to University A. He wanted to know what Miss Wen was thinking. If he really didn't have any affection for him, he would ask him to divorce the engagement even if he risked his life. There are so many, sir, there is no need to waste too much emotion on someone who doesn't love him.

　Mr. Ming is not open
　　
　
(End of this chapter)