Her Unscrupulous CEO

In the office, Joe muzer was holding the table, his tall body was slightly restrained, and his eyes looked at an empty point. His mind was full of the words Zhuang wennuan had just said, and he closed his eyes tightly.

The whole beautiful contour line shows a touch of hurt breath.

But soon, his eyes filled with concern for her.

Moved out of his house. Where is she going to live?

He hardly thought about it. He picked up the car key on the desktop and hurried out of the office door.

Zhuang wennuan has thought about this. She decides to move back to her grandmother's house. Maybe the paparazzi no longer pay attention to her home.

Zhuang wennuan dragged her suitcase and walked step by step in the nearby street. Her mind was empty. She didn't know what she was thinking.

In her mind, Joe muzer's face appeared. She looked back at the skyscraper behind her. She forced herself to erase everything about him, because from today on, she really had to find out the real murderer for her parents.

She can't drag on any longer. She has to use all her strength to overturn her parents' case. Even if the truth behind that may be his father, because there is nothing she hates more than the tragic death of her parents.

She didn't find that when she was walking in the street, more than ten meters behind her, a black car slowly followed her and kept a distance.

Joe muzer changed an unusual car. Only in this way can he follow her closely, not be found and hated by her.

Looking at her, he looked back at the direction of his office building. Although she was wearing black framed glasses, he could feel the determination emanating from her.

His eyes tightly locked her. At this time, Zhuang wennuan's figure was hit by two fast-moving men. She immediately clattered and choked and almost fell.

The man in the car held his heart tightly on her. Zhuang wennuan woke up after being hit by this. She stretched out her hand to stop a taxi and went back home. Behind the taxi, followed by a black Rolls Royce.

Zhuang wennuan leaned in front of the car window, his eyes numb, as if his aura had been taken away, leaving only a beautiful body.

Half an hour later, she arrived at the door of the community where Zhuang wennuan once lived. She dragged her suitcase. She looked very tired and walked very slowly.

Not far behind her, in the black car, the man wanted to come forward to help her, but he held it down, because for her, perhaps the help of a stranger is better than his appearance.

Joe muzer has been at the door of the community. His tall and straight figure sits in the car like a sculpture.

When Zhuang wennuan came home, she sat on the sofa, holding her arms and sobbing, turning her inner despair into tears.

Because in her heart, in addition to hatred, there is another emotion, which also strongly occupies her heart and makes her miserable.

That is the feeling for Joe muzer. God must be joking to make her fall in love with him, but give her such a cruel ending.

This night, Zhuang wennuan hid at home and didn't want to go anywhere.

At the door of the community, the black luxury car only left in the evening.

This night, Zhuang wennuan slept in bed and felt particularly cold. She was sleepy intermittently. One dream after another, she dreamed of the tragic death of her parents and the day she held her parents' bones, the heavy jar of ash.

She also dreamed that nothing had happened since Joe muzer's villa. He smiled and called her name. The more he dreamed of these warm memories.

When she woke up, the more she felt despair, family affection and love, she lost them all.

early morning.

After a long night, Zhuang wennuan opened her eyes. Her clear eyes were covered with blood, red and swollen eyes and pale face. She looked like a baby on the verge of death.

This night, Joe muzer returned to his office and checked the data of that year all night, because he couldn't sleep even if he went back.

When Yang Li came over in the morning, she came in to clean his office. When she opened the door, she saw a figure leaning on a chair.

She was startled. "Mr. Qiao, why are you still in the office? Didn't you go back last night?"

Joe muzer raised his eyes slightly, "give me a cup of coffee."

"Now?"

"Yes!"

"No, Mr. Qiao, you should rest. You can't go on like this. Your iron body can't bear it!" Yang Li advised.

She thought, is it related to Zhuang wennuan crying out of his office last night? Do they really have to quarrel?

"Coffee!" jomuzer's thin lips gently opened, but there was an indisputable power.

Yang Li sighed and turned to make coffee for him.

After a while, Yang Li brought a cup of coffee to him and looked at his red eyes. She was really distressed.

"President Qiao, is there anything you want me to do?" Yang Li asked.

Qiao Muze's eyes flashed and thought of Zhuang wennuan alone. He said in a voice, "go to Zhuang wennuan's house and see her."

"Do you need anything?" Yang Li asked again.

Joe Muse thought for a moment and said, "bring a breakfast!"

Yang Li nodded, "OK, I'll go there now."

At the moment, it was only eight o'clock. Yang Li quickly packed a breakfast in the restaurant downstairs and drove to Zhuang wennuan's community.

Zhuang wennuan was standing on the balcony with a terrible headache. She looked at the street below the 28th floor. She really had an idea for a moment. If she jumped from here, would all the pain be solved.

It was just a moment's thought, which was soon stopped by her. She still had her grandmother. Even if she was desperate, she couldn't leave her grandmother in the world. She wanted to live and accompany her relatives.

Just then, Zhuang wennuan's door was knocked, and she was startled. With, she stood at the door and took a look from the cat's eye. Yang Li's figure was heard outside the door. She was slightly surprised, but she still opened the door.

Outside the door, Yang Li held breakfast and looked at her with a gentle smile. "Hello, Miss Zhuang."

"Assistant Yang, what are you doing?" Zhuang wennuan didn't invite her in, but asked her through the door.

Yang Li looked at the haggard and thin girl, covered with sadness. She couldn't help saying, "Miss Zhuang, you haven't had breakfast yet! I brought you breakfast."

Zhuang wennuan was stunned and looked at the breakfast she was carrying in her hand. Did she bring it or did Qiao Muze order her to send it?

"Assistant Yang, no, thanks." Zhuang wennuan still doesn't want to accept it.

Yang Li smiled. "Joe always asked me to come and see you. I remembered to buy this breakfast on the way. Can I bring it to you? Don't waste it."

Yang Li's words, with gentle care, warmed Zhuang's heart and sideways let her in.

Yang Li put down her breakfast and said to herself, "Hey! When I arrived at the company this morning, I thought Joe would always arrive before me! But I saw his eyes turn red. I thought he didn't come home in the office all night last night!"

Zhuang wennuan's eyes still flickered. He didn't sleep all night last night? "These days, Joe always uses coffee to refresh himself because of his work. I'm worried that his stomach can't stand it. Unexpectedly, he is not an iron body. Since the day before yesterday, coffee has been the staple food all day." with that, Yang Li looked at Zhuang wennuan“

Miss Zhuang, if you have time, please persuade him! I can't persuade him. I think he's still in the office at the moment. I'm worried that he's broken down. "

Zhuang wennuan's eyes are obviously worried, but her expression is colder. "His business has nothing to do with me from now on."

Listening to this sentence, Yang Li immediately realized that maybe they were more than quarrelling and contradiction. "Miss Zhuang, take good care of yourself. Joe always cares about you very much. However, he is so old, but he can't take care of himself. When he just took over the company, he accompanied customers once, resulting in stomach bleeding!" Yang Li said with concern“

If he goes on like this and doesn't avoid coffee, I'm afraid his stomach will be damaged again. "

Zhuang wennuan's pupil twinkled with eagerness, but she bit her lip and didn't speak.

Seeing this, Yang Li stopped talking. She smiled, "Miss Zhuang, I'll go first. You have my phone. If you have anything, you can call me directly."

With that, Yang Li walked towards the door. Zhuang wennuan's eyes seemed to look at her back with a trace of anxiety. When Yang Li was about to close the door, she still made a noise, "assistant Yang, you are his assistant. Take care of him more."