Old love and new love: The president loves his wife too much

Chapter 107

In the middle of the night, An Jianzhong was lying on the bed, staring coldly at the screen of his mobile phone. The faint white light reflected his angry and disappointed expression.

Dong Shuqin!
He gritted his teeth and chewed the name, his eyes burning with rage.

The palm of his hand was hurt by the edge of the solid phone, and he stared at the photo as if he didn't realize it, smiling so happily, the sweet two people.

One was his first wife, the other was his family's driver, and the two people he trusted the most betrayed him at the same time.

This huge insult made his chest tight.

Yingting's bushy eyebrows frowned, An Jianzhong felt a little out of breath, he simply sat up, leaned his back against the head of the bed, panting heavily.

Putting the phone screen down on the bed, An Jianzhong closed his eyes weakly, he didn't want to see this dazzling picture again.

His heart pounded against his chest, and every beat was painful.

He knew that this was not pathological, but an instinctive reaction after being hurt,
People who are already very old, but still can't escape the word love?

An Jianzhong smiled wryly at himself, raised his hand to caress his chest, and let out a sigh from his slightly parted lips.

Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect?
Furthermore, as the saying goes: A couple of days is a hundred days of kindness, and a couple of a hundred days is like the depths of the sea.

How could it be so easy to let go of the relationship between him and Dong Shuqin that was deeper than the sea?
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"Hello, Lingling, how's it going?" Dong Shuqin asked eagerly while holding the phone tightly.

"I have used all my connections and contacted many media outlets. If there is no accident, this news will be suppressed tomorrow morning." Zhao Lingling said while lying on the bed, yawning.

"Do we have to wait until tomorrow morning?" Dong Shuqin asked, you know, this news is like a ticking time bomb, making her panic and restless.

She was not afraid of anything else, but she was afraid that An Jianzhong would see it. At that time, Dong Shuqin didn't know how to explain it.

"Sister Dong! It's almost 1 o'clock in the morning, and everyone is asleep. If there is a problem, we can't solve it." Zhao Lingling replied vaguely, her sleepy eyes could barely open.

For Dong Shuqin's matter, she had been busy in front of the computer for more than four hours, and she was so tired that her back ached.

The amount of information is too large, the frequency of forwarding is too fast, and there are too many channels of media websites involved. It is also very difficult for Zhao Lingling to contact each family.

But who made her Dong Shuqin's manager?

"It's only after five o'clock here." Dong Shuqin said after thinking about the jet lag, "Then Lingling, you should rest first, thank you for your hard work!"
"Well, good night, Miss Dong."
After Zhao Lingling finished speaking, she hung up the phone. It seemed that she was really exhausted.

"How do you say it?" Seeing that Dong Shuqin had hung up the phone, Qin Dongnan quickly turned his head to ask.

Dong Shuqin sighed: "We have to wait until tomorrow morning."
"Who the hell is so cheap? Secretly filming us." Qin Dongnan scolded angrily: "If I want to catch him, I will definitely not let him go lightly."
As he spoke, he slammed his fist hard on the bed.

"Okay, stop complaining." Dong Shuqin said with a normal look, "These paparazzi media reporters make money by writing news, and they hope that the stars will make more noise."
"This is too much!" Qin Dongnan still couldn't understand: "Could it be that celebrities and public figures can't have their own private lives? Shoot everything, really."
"Okay, okay." Dong Shuqin patted Qin Dongnan's hand with a strong smile and comforted him: "I was careless this time. I thought that as long as I don't go to too conspicuous places, nothing will happen."
"Hey..." Qin Dongnan sighed deeply.

The room suddenly became quiet. After a while, Qin Dongnan looked at the thoughtful Dong Shuqin and asked:

"What are you thinking?"
"I was wondering if An Jianzhong would see this news." Dong Shuqin said worriedly.

"Probably not?" Qin Dongnan was also afraid, so he could only deceive himself and others like this. After a pause, he said, "Oh right, how did you find out about this news?"
"In the beginning, our boss called me, then my agent, and friends inside and outside the circle all called me to inquire about the situation." Dong Shuqin said helplessly.

Now is the Internet age, and Dong Shuqin knows the astonishing speed of information dissemination.

So she was worried.

"So that's the case." Qin Dongnan's voice began to lose confidence, but he knew in his heart that An Jianzhong might have known about it.

This is the fact.

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In the early morning, An Shaoxuan was sitting in the dining room, and the servants placed the prepared breakfast in front of him one by one.

"Master An, good morning! Please have breakfast!" The servants said in unison respectfully.

"Yeah." An Shaoxuan replied flatly, reaching out to take the chopsticks handed over by the maid.

Wearing casual home clothes, he still has an extraordinary temperament and a heroic air, and his eating movements are even more elegant and generous, showing the style of nobility.

Really a perfect man with 360° no dead ends.

The wooden carved door of the restaurant was pushed open, and Butler Li bowed respectfully: "Morning, sir."
All the maids present consciously lined up and bowed down to salute An Jianzhong.

"Morning sir!"
"Morning, everyone." An Jianzhong waved his hands amiably, and said to everyone with a smile. Although his face was haggard and tired, his aloof demeanor remained undiminished.

After being seated under the service of the maid, An Jianzhong suppressed his smile and looked directly at the large vase of red roses placed in the center of the dining table.

That was Dong Shuqin's favorite flower.

The hand holding the chopsticks paused, An Shaoxuan raised his head, and asked An Jianzhong who was sitting opposite him suspiciously: "Dad, why did you get up so early today?"
It was only six o'clock in the morning. At this time, An Jianzhong should still be resting. He had to get up early because he had to go to work.

"En." An Jianzhong replied in a deep voice, and there was no more to say, An Shaoxuan couldn't help but frowned.

He followed his father's gaze to look at the exquisite glass vase. The few roses inside were no longer so delicate and charming, and some of them had even withered.

"Master, please have dinner." A maid brought a steaming breakfast, but was stunned when she saw the expressions of An Jianzhong and An Shaoxuan.

Fortunately, the maids of An's family were all carefully selected, all of them were clever and clever, and after looking away from the roses, the maid said respectfully: "Master, young master, let's have dinner first. I'll take care of the flowers later."
"En." An Jianzhong nodded with a smile as if he had finally come to his senses, and then said to all the servants present and Butler Li: "You guys go out first, I have something to say to Shaoxuan."
"Yes." The servants retreated respectfully, only An Jianzhong and An Shaoxuan were left in the huge restaurant.

An Shaoxuan looked at his father with an expression of all ears.

An Jianzhong also looked at his son, and said after a long time, "Son, how long is Milan Fashion Week?"
An Shaoxuan was stunned for a moment, and replied: "Usually one week, and in special cases, it will be two weeks. Why do you ask so suddenly?"
An Jianzhong smiled, that smile was unpredictable: "Your mother told me that she is going to participate in Milan Fashion Week and it will take a month. What do you think?"
As keen as An Shaoxuan, he quickly detected the meaning of his father's words: "Dad thinks... the time is a bit long?"
An Jianzhong smiled without saying a word, and just handed the phone to An Shaoxuan. Looking at the content on the screen, he said in surprise, "Old Qin? Mom and Lao Qin went to Milan together?"
An ominous premonition began to rise in his heart, and An Shaoxuan's expression became serious.

"I might want to live with your parents." After a long time, An Jianzhong uttered these words, and then got up to leave.

"Dad, where are you going?" An Shaoxuan asked hurriedly.

An Jianzhong didn't speak, but walked out of the restaurant directly, leaving An Shaoxuan alone.

After a while, he took out his mobile phone, dialed a series of numbers, and said in a dignified voice, "Secretary Sun, help me investigate something..."
He stood up and walked out of the office while talking, his eyes were cold and determined, and his steps were firm and steady.

The atmosphere in Anjia suddenly became tense, the servants looked at each other, and no one dared to say anything.

An Shaoxuan opened the car door, and the white Lamborghini galloped towards the company like lightning.

(End of this chapter)