Boss spoils: President husband, forgive me

Yes, the day after getting the news from Lu tingran, Wen Qingxue arrived at the hotel by car. After a night's psychological struggle, Wen Qingxue still came.

I came here with anxiety.

When the door of the moment, Wen Qingxue was born to want to escape here, but she held back.

It's impossible to leave, so Wen Xi just took the initiative and said, "can I go in?"

"Of course, of course! Come on, come on in Song Jia stood at the door, a little at a loss.

Wen Qingxue went in, sat on the sofa and looked around. She didn't see anything else. However, when her eyes fell on a picture on the shelf not far away, her body trembled slightly.

Because that photo was taken by her and this woman. It looks old more than 20 years ago, because it's still a black-and-white photo.

"What would you like to drink?" Song Jia stood there and asked cautiously.

"White water will do."

"Well, I'll get it for you." Then Song Jia turned and trotted to pour water for Wen Qingxue.

Wen Qingxue sighs. She naturally knows why Song Jia does this. She just wants to win more favor from herself.

But I already know her past, what she is doing now, in her eyes, it is just ridiculous.

"Here, the white water you want, which was burned in the morning. I added some honey. I don't know if you like it or not."

"Yes, sit down! Don't worry about it Wen Qingxue took the water, nodded, and then looked at the opposite sofa, light said.

"Oh! OK, I'll sit down Song Jia nodded quickly and sat down opposite Wen Qingxue.

Then, there was a short silence. After a long time, Song Jia took the initiative to ask, "daughter, I..."

"Call me Wen Qingxue, or Xueer! I don't feel comfortable with those two words. " Wen Qingxue interrupts Song Jia, and her face is still indifferent.

Daughter? She has not heard these two words, and she has heard them many times, but they are all called by her foster mother. Although they are only her foster mother, they will make her feel kind and dependent.

But now, clearly is the same two words, but from her mouth called out, Wen Qingxue only feel uncomfortable all over.

It's like eating something wrong and it's hard to swallow.

"Oh, then... I'll call you Cher! It's a little bit more cordial. " Song Jia gave a dry smile and then said, "do you have anything to ask me when you come to me? You can ask, and I'll tell you. "

From the beginning of entering the door, Song Jia's performance is very formal. It seems that in front of Wen Qingxue, she is a submissive little woman. This image is completely different from the real one Wen Qingxue saw in the data!

Of course, Wen Qingxue is also very clear in her heart. What she is doing in front of herself is a kind of performance of her. In other words, she wants to pretend to be a very weak woman in front of herself.

So, this is to win your sympathy, right? Unfortunately, I will not.

In the face of a woman who is likely to be the murderer of her father, Wen Qingxue will only think that she is cold-blooded and terrible. If you ask a woman who can ruthlessly kill her husband who has been with her for so many years, what else can she not do!