Dear wife: please be gentle, president

The night was getting late and she was drunk. She sat on the carpet and fell asleep on the sofa.

At this moment, a dark shadow pushed open the door and walked towards her. Smelling the smell of alcohol in the room, the man could not help but wrinkle his nose. He slowly bent down and looked through the window to see that the man was ye yimo.

Whether this was a break-in or not, he didn' t want to say anything. Anyway, as long as it was the place that ye yimo wanted to go, there was no place that he couldn' t go. A long time ago, he had instructed the security guards to find a more reliable locksmith and make a key for him. Of course, he could only use it alone.

Ye yimo's heart ached as he hugged the unconscious woman in his arms." Silly girl, aren' t you breaking up the fu family step by step according to plan? Why drink alone in sorrow? "

He had long known that the last time he went to William's bar with fu qing, he vaguely heard his conversation with yin anhua. After that, he sent someone to investigate and found out that she wanted to do something about fu yingying.

Ye yimo had long known that fu yingying looked innocent and sweet on the surface. She was secretly a little girl and had a good time, but he didn' t care about her before. After all, that woman had nothing to do with him.

He also knew that fu qing would not be stupid enough to give him the photos. If he looked at her fiancé, he would definitely minimize the impact of the scandal. She must be waiting for the right time. He had taken the initiative to create such an opportunity for her.

Ye yimo also knew that he had given the man double the price so that he could do whatever she wanted.

"Xiao qing, I' m the laughingstock in the hearts of everyone in the city now. Ye yimo said softly, then he kissed her on the forehead and gently said," but what does it matter? In the future, you won' t be able to bear that kind of hatred alone. I will help you destroy the fu family step by step!" "

Yes, this was ye yimo's original plan. Since the two families had a marriage contract, it was hard for them to openly target them. He never needed any reason to die, but his mother did.

At this moment, ye yimo held her in his arms and felt very at ease. In the past three years, he had never been so warm. He gently hugged the little woman in his arms and wanted her to go to the bedroom to rest. However, as soon as he got up, the album in his arms fell out.

That album ye yimo was very familiar with. It was the first sketch book that fu qing's mother had bought for her. She used it for a long time but couldn' t bear to throw it away. She once said that there were all her sweet memories inside.

If ye yimo remembered correctly, there should be a sketch of two people together!

"Xiao qing, ah xiao qing, you' re trying to piss me off! You clearly have proof that we're together, don't you remember that?! Ye yimo was a little angry, but when he saw fu qing frowning and sleeping, his heart ached.

He silently picked up the album. On the first page, he was very familiar with fu qing's mother, and on the second page ... Ye yimo's face darkened.

Except for the first page, every page in the back was black.

The veins in his hands that were holding the album were exposed. He touched fu qingjie's forehead again and kissed her silently before calling uncle yan.

Ten minutes later, uncle yan appeared at the door of fu qing's apartment. "

Uncle yan took over the album first, then looked through it one by one. To be honest, he felt a little shocked. Other than the first page, he was still in a hurry, and the rest seemed to be soaked in blood.

"This is ... Miss qing's? "Asked uncle yan.

"Look for someone. Check out all the blood before dawn! After saying that, ye yimo closed the door.

Ye yimo hugged fu qing in the bedroom, unable to sleep for a long time. He clearly wanted to take credit for this little woman. He clearly wanted to hug her, kiss her, and take advantage of her. Why was his heart aching at this moment?

"Xiao qing, I' m sorry, I didn' t protect you well. I' m sorry ..." Ye yimo buried her head on fu qing's shoulder and mumbled softly.

The night paid off and slept soundly.

At five o' clock in the morning, ye yimo walked out of the paid apartment. Uncle yan was waiting outside. He returned the album to ye yimo. Everything was still the same as before. "