Mysterious Husband's Little Lover

Even if we don't give up, we will return to reality sooner or later.

When standing inside the villa, I feel familiar.

When they went, they needed to change planes in Moscow, so they stayed for a long time. When they came back, although they returned on the same way, they didn't have the novelty when they came back. They almost started to set off again, and it took two days to come back.

Lin Wenwen buries his head in the sofa and lies down in a comfortable position, with an indescribable sense of exhaustion all over his body. Lin Mobai and his wife are just like her.

She looked at the time. It was Monday.

This means that the rest time is only at night.

Suzhou and Hangzhou did not go back to the villa with them. After getting off the plane, they went straight to the company with Qin Xiao.

This is his habit. He always has to see it with his own eyes.

Thinking of the look in the eyes of her colleagues in the office, Lin Wenwen is a little bit resistant to going to work.

She loves her job very much, but she can't ignore the innocent malice of others.

Although the contract was delayed this time, even if she asked for leave, it would not affect anything, but Lin Wenwen could imagine what kind of exclusion she would face after she went.

If it's true, it's not far from what she thinks.

Because of Suzhou and Hangzhou, we dare not to do anything to her, but her face is full of unabashed disgust. It seems that her coming to the office is a big mistake.

Lin Wenwen rubbed his sore eyebrows and tried to force himself to ignore them. Looking at the documents he had done for a long time last time, he was dazed and found many mistakes that he had not noticed before.

There are only three days left for her, so it is estimated that she will not escape the fate of overtime this time.

With this in mind, she began to organize the papers.

Suddenly, a small box fell out of the folder.

It should have been carefully folded and stuffed. It seems that it has been a while.

Lin Wenwen opened it and saw two lines of elegant handwriting on it. "Thank you for helping me. If you have time, can you come to dinner with me after work? I want to thank you very much."

It was Ling An'an.

This name is actually a little strange to her.

When Lin Wenwen read these three words, he remembered that she had indeed helped her.

It's a pity that she didn't find out before. Now it's estimated that the time is eighteen thousand miles late.

In any case, it should be explained clearly. It is the good intention of others.

Taking advantage of the lunch break, Lin Wenwen went to the personnel to ask her department clearly. They were not far away, that is, the distance between upstairs and downstairs.

Looking at the empty office in front of her, she knew it was not the right time.

As soon as Lin Wenwen was about to leave, she heard a small groan, which made her think it was an illusion.

It was quiet and there was no more sound.

Intuition told her what was wrong.

After hesitating for a while, Lin Wenwen walked in the direction of the sound just now, and finally pushed open the closed door of the bathroom. She kicked the no entry sign in front of her, which was obviously a cover up.

The voice is really not, because Ling An'an's mouth is now blocked with things.

She was sitting on the cold ground, her cheek was clearly marked with palm print. She was so swollen that the corner of her mouth had changed. It could be seen how much strength the hand maker used.

Next to her stood the originator.