Divorced Lady Got in Trap of a Demon CEO

The sunlight was just right outside the window, and song xiaqing was sitting in a warm little room, staring blankly at the sky.

The business card in her hand was soaked in sweat, and she rubbed it over and over again. Song xiaqing crumpled the business card, and she had already memorized the number in her heart.

"Xiao xia, is mommy coming in? Mother song's gentle voice was heard, and then the aroma of the food in her hands seeped into song xiaqing's nose.

"You' ve been working for so many years and you' ve almost never applied for leave. Did something happen this time? Mother song smiled kindly and probed softly.

Song xiaqing forced a smile at mother song, but as soon as she said that, she turned her head away and the smile on her face gradually faded.

"Alright, if you don' t want to talk about it, then don' t talk about it. But baby, you have to remember that many things are arranged by god. Don' t be too upset. Follow god's wishes and go down well. Be good. She stroked her daughter's head, gently consoling and guiding her.

"God's will? Song xiaqing watched her mother leave the room, then lowered her head and smiled.for so many years, she had never believed in the will of the heaven.fate was clearly in her hands, and she could change all of this on her own, so why would she foolishly follow god's will?

And this time, what else could she do to change? He had lied to everyone, but he couldn' t lie to his heart, could he?

"To whom do I have the courage to accept him? "She smiled bitterly." If you don't accept anyone, do you have the courage to be alone for the rest of your life? "

In the midst of this constant questioning, posturing, and overturning, the three-day deadline is coming.

Everything was very quiet. The housekeeper or Nangong zhi seemed to have never appeared in her life, without a trace.

Even though she had already memorized it, song xiaqing still carefully checked her business card and pressed a number on her phone, waiting for the other party to get through.

A familiar male voice sounded. It was butler ou.

"Madam nan, have you thought about it? His voice was pure.

"Why do you still call me Mrs. Nan? I didn't tell you my answer. Song xiaqing felt indignant.

"Since you have called this number, it means that you have accepted the identity of madam nan. Butler ou chuckled and said confidently," this afternoon, at the coffee shop in south city, president nan wants to see you." "

Song xiaqing let out a long breath, not relief, but she realized that no matter what, she had stepped into the abyss.

"Mom, I'm going to work. She tried her best to make her voice softer. Just as she reached the door, she suddenly stopped and looked back at her busy mother in the kitchen.

"Mother. ' She called softly.

"Yes? Mother song raised her head and smiled kindly.

"I'm getting married. "Then she shut the door to all the possible reactions of her mother, leaving only one word to say when she got home, and hurried out.

A group of bored and curious colleagues surrounded song xiaqing.

"Stop gossiping and get back to work. Song xiaqing, who had been promoted, pushed them back to their desks so that they could get some peace and quiet.

Seeing the clock's hand slowly pointing to 12 o 'clock, her heart was beating faster and faster. She could not help but guess what was about to happen.

Her colleagues invited her to lunch, and again, oddly, she said she had an appointment.

A group of people laughed and cheered as they dragged her out of the company until they saw a dozen men in black standing at the door of the company.

"Miss song, we have orders to pick you up. "The leader bowed gently, and the black-shirted men stood in two groups, well trained. Not far away was the luxurious sports car.

"Oh my god, song xiaqing, what's going on? They whispered and looked in disbelief at the little fairy who had no desire and no desire.

"Don't guess, I'll explain it to you later. She went straight to the sports car.

The man in black followed behind her and carefully stepped forward to open the door before getting into another car and following behind the sports car.

Nancheng coffee was not far from song xiaqing's company. It was a ten-minute drive away, so she got out of the car and walked in expressionlessly.

The shop assistant wasn' t very enthusiastic, but she smiled and brought her upstairs.

The huge coffee shop was empty. A man was leaning lazily against the sofa by the window, holding a magazine in his hands. His slender fingers were holding a cup of coffee and sipping it carefully. His long eyelashes were fluttering in the mist of coffee. The room smelled of flowers and coffee, making him feel as if he had accidentally entered the clouds.

The shop assistant nodded and went downstairs. A burst of music came from the room and whispered in her ear.

"Here we are. The man lifted his head slightly without any expression and just put down the coffee in his hand and continued to look down at the magazine.

Song xiaqing sat down and rubbed the hem of her skirt uneasily. She was wearing a professional suit and her high heels were gently tapping on the carpet, but she did not make any sound.

'What do you want me to do? When she saw that Nangong chi had been silent for a long time, she asked.

"Don't you have anything to ask? He turned the magazine over again and spat out a word.

"If I ask you, will you answer? Song xiaqing looked out of the window and smiled bitterly as if she was mocking her.

"You should have studied the contract in detail, right? He closed the magazine and moved on to the sofa.

Song xiaqing then remembered that she hadn' t looked at the contract carefully.she had been struggling with whether she should marry him or not these past few days and had forgotten the terms of marrying him.

"It doesn' t matter if you don' t read it. Butler ou will ask the lawyer to read it in detail for you. As for the contract, you can talk to the lawyer. If you have any doubts or need, you can ask butler ou directly. Nangong seemed to be talking about a business, and his tone was cold, totally unlike his marriage partner.

Song xiaqing's heart sank. Although she had been prepared, she was actually sitting in front of Nangong zhi and decided to marry him. However, she realized that such indifference would still hurt her.

"Why me? Song xiaqing knew that such a question was too childish, but she couldn' t help asking.

"Ha," as expected, Nangong zhi chuckled." It doesn' t matter whether you are or not. You' re just a contract woman. Your looks aren' t too ugly and your brain isn' t stupid. That's enough. "

It was like talking about business, earning money, and not too hard, so he did it. No matter what the business was, it was no different to him.

Hearing such an answer, song xiaqing could only smile.

"Nothing else. I' ll go to work first. I' ll look for butler ou for other questions." She picked up her bag and got up to go.

"Remember, no matter what happens, you' re just a contract woman. If you think too much, it' ll only be more disappointing for you. Nangong picked up the coffee cup and looked far away.