Mysterious Husband's Little Lover

Hearing the news, she almost reflexively looked up, "who let you..."

After seeing that it was Lin Wenwen, the words that did not finish ended abruptly.

With her mouth half open and her arms holding several messy documents, Zhu Ling still stays in the air. Her body maintains a half bent posture. She seems to have been pressed the pause button and can only look at her in a daze.

After half a sound, she finally reacted to come over, lips wriggled half a sound, "how did you come?"

Lin Wenwen didn't want to talk too much nonsense with her. He pulled a chair and sat directly on it. "I'm here to ask if manager Zhu has nothing to say to me?"

"Me?" Zhu Ling lowered her head, almost afraid to have any eye contact with her, "you haven't come to work for so long, what can I say to you?"

Lin Wenwen looked at her expression carefully, and the light in his eyes became colder and colder. "Didn't manager Zhu hear those rumors? Don't pretend to be confused with me. What is the document you asked me to deliver that day? "

She almost yelled out the last sentence.

Frightened by her, Zhu Ling couldn't help but step back and murmured, "it has nothing to do with me. It's you who sent the company. It's not me, not me..."

After saying this, Lin Wenwen's heart sank to the bottom of the valley in an instant.

She got up and stood up and slowly approached Zhu Ling, "repeat what you just said!"

"Zhu Ling, you are really my good manager. I trust you so much. Is that what you do to me? Do you know how important the company is? Do you know it or not! "

She grabbed Zhu Ling's collar and forced her to look at each other. Her eyes were bloodshot.

Zhu Ling struggled, probably because of her infection, and her mood was on the verge of collapse. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for you, but I don't want to. It's someone else who threatens me with my daughter. What can I do? If I don't agree, my daughter will die... "

She didn't say any more. She covered her face and sobbed.

Lin Wenwen didn't expect such a result, so he let her go.

Zhu Ling leaned back on the wall and took a deep breath. "After you sent the document, I didn't dare to face you for such a long time. Even meeting with you occasionally is a torture to me. I try not to think about it, but I still can't escape."

"The company is now in the forefront of the storm. Soon, someone will bring this matter to light, and everyone's spearhead will be pointed at you. Listen to my advice, you'd better take advantage of this time to avoid the storm."

Hearing the speech, Lin Wenwen only felt sarcastic.

Her whole person seems to be taken away the soul, muddleheaded out of the company.

Outside the rain is still falling, there is no trend to stop.

Before she came, Lin Wenwen didn't think about this result, but now she really knew it. It was unexpectedly calm, because she didn't know who to hate or how to solve the problem.

Hate Zhu Ling?

She can't do it.

As a mother, Zhu Ling is right.

All the things have become a complete line, forcing her to bow to reality.

The cold rain hit her.