Dear wife: please be gentle, president

She knew that she was wrong and that she would change, but they had already refused to give her another chance. They denied her. She heard uncle yan say that the position next to ye yimo shouldn' t be her. There were plenty of women who were suitable for him. Moreover, the other person they mentioned thought that miss fu was coincidentally the daughter of the woman who took her mother's place ...

If her mother were still alive, she would still be able to confide in others about this kind of grievance. Unfortunately, she was only alone now.

Fu qing couldn' t help but cry beside him.

It's hard to say when one is relying on another.

At this moment, she had never relied on him before and finally understood that she had nothing but him.

Suddenly she felt someone caressing her forehead.

Fu qing woke up from his trance and raised his eyes to meet a gentle and playful gaze.

She was stunned.

Five seconds later, she was completely awake.

Swish! She stood up and wanted to shout' he's awake ...' but he suddenly grabbed her left hand and pulled her back into his arms.

Strong night to ink, wake up back.

She pressed against his chest and his fingers caressed her lips. The tears of grievance in her eyes had yet to dissipate.

He lifted his hand to wipe away the water in her eyes and slowly spoke, his voice deep and deep." Why are you crying? Someone bullied you? "

Even though fu qing's heart was very congested, and there were all kinds of grievances, she could cultivate her character and definitely wouldn' t do something like complaining about people and gossiping behind their backs. Even if she was bullied, it was still her own business. Furthermore, that person didn' t hit her and didn' t scold her just now.

If fu qing didn' t know much about ye yimo's style before, after all that had happened, she would really know. Although he looked pale and weak now, as if he wasn' t aggressive at all, this was definitely a surface phenomenon and was rather deceptive.

Thinking of this, fu qing quickly shook his head and denied it. He lifted his hand to wipe away the water mark in his eyes and smiled at him." No, no. With you, who would dare to bully me?" "

"I see ..."

Ye yimo nodded, as if he didn' t care much about her as he propped up his right hand and sat up.

Fu qing quickly helped him to sit down and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Thinking that he had not noticed anything, he suddenly heard a casual question.

"Uncle yan, did they blame you? "

..."" Fu qing was still silent. It was reasonable to blame him.

"Don' t worry about what they' re saying ..." Ye yimo stretched out his hand to gently caress her cold face.he seemed to have returned to his usual gentleness and consideration, which made fu qing feel very warm.

"Are you still afraid? I' m such a murderer ..." Ye yimo said coldly.

After suffering through the night, fu qing felt that she had enough to reflect on herself. No matter what, he was the one who stayed by her side the entire time. That person was a drug dealer. Could it be that he gave up his love for such a scum? It was really not worth it ...

"I' m sorry, I shouldn' t have said that ... I really don' t have a new one ..." Fu qing apologized seriously.

And ye yimo seemed to have heard it and did not seem to have, because he did not answer.

Before he died, there would be a return to light, perhaps to let him feel the last beauty of the world, and pay off seems to have seen some degree of the gentleness before the death penalty.

After comforting herself, ye yimo closed her eyes. Fu qing thought he was tired, so she left the room and told uncle yan that he was awake, but he looked a little tired ...

Fu qing meant that he hoped uncle yan could give him some time to rest, but he didn' t expect that he immediately asked zhang zhiqiang to send the documents in.

"Will this give him too much pressure ..." Fu qing said worriedly, but she had no ability to resist.

He ought to have gotten used to it. "Uncle yan replied," you should take responsibility for what you stand at.

Used to it? It's still a little hard to understand for paying off.

"But it should be very difficult for him to handle the documents ... After all, his education ..." After hesitating for a long time, fu qing finally voiced her worries. However, it was only by uncle yan's side that he should be nice to ye yimo.

Uncle yan wiped his cold sweat and asked fu qing," what kind of education do you think he has? "

"Didn' t you force yourself to graduate from junior high school? "

...""

"He said it himself! Fu qing's initially relaxed heart tightened again, as if she had misunderstood something ... Perhaps ye yimo had only wanted to say that his father died in a car accident when he was 15 years old, and he was a little lonely ...

Seeing fu qing's serious expression, uncle yan immediately understood.

"Did ye yimo tell you that he has a low education and no culture, so he can only rely on boxing in the black market to earn money? Don' t try to talk to him. All he knows is to use his fists to talk?" Don' t try to kidnap him by using the rules of truth. It's an insult to him ..."

"Maybe not, maybe it's ..."

If that was the case, how could ye yimo really confess to fu qing? However, he did convert this feeling into an action and told fu qing that he had a low education and didn' t know anything. In any case, he could do whatever he wanted to her regardless of courtesy, integrity, and shame ...

Uncle yan was very helpless.

However, this was still his own. He could only restrain himself and cough, trying his best not to twist his expression as he told her," in the future, do you remember that if young master ye were to use such an expression of hurt and innocence, he would definitely be lying to you ... He is someone who is proficient in psychology. He knows that using this kind of soft method is easier to deal with people like you who are weak and not hard to deal with ..."

Fu qing was embarrassed." Then what he said was ..."

Uncle yan raised his hand to block his lips with his fists, trying his best to hide his twitching expression.he told her with great difficulty," well, with mo ye's education ... Not low ... He's a double doctor in international law economics, from the ivy league ..."

...

Fu qing was frustrated and frustrated. How much more did ye yimo have that he didn' t know?