Mystery Lover: The President's Deep Favor

Xiao Yin lowered her eyes and avoided looking at him. She sat up and said, "I just got the call from Shen Li."

Su Jinghuan kneaded his temple and did not speak.

"Does it still hurt?"

Xiao Yin's voice changed the topic

"a little bit," Su Jinghuan kneaded her temple and said, "it's very bloated."

Xiao Yin reached out and held his head. Seeing Su Jinghuan struggling, she whispered, "don't move. I'll press it for you."

Su Jinghuan hears the speech, then stops the movement, is not quite used to with her so intimate movement.

As a matter of fact, he and Xiao Yin have known each other for several years. The two people have always been emotional and polite. The most intimate between them is kissing. They never get along with each other any more.

Su Jinghuan has always behaved like a polite gentleman. Everyone envies her for having such an excellent husband. However, only her own mind is clear about her suffering.

If a man likes a woman, he can't help but want to own her and label her completely, but Su Jinghuan has never had this kind of emotion for her.

He did not have impulse to her, also did not have the sentiment to be unable to restrain, this is a woman's biggest sorrow.

Xiao Yin lowered her eyes and gently pressed his temples. The pain gradually faded, and Su Jinghuan's eyebrows also expanded.

When he was more comfortable, he interrupted Xiao Yin's movements.

"Yes, thank you."

Xiao Yin pulled her lips and whispered, "follow me, you don't have to be so polite. I'm your fiancee."

Su Jinghuan slightly stopped and sighed, "I'm sorry, I'm used to it."

Xiao Yin put on her coat and said, "I'll make you some wake-up soup. It'll be more comfortable."

When she came to the door, she looked back at him with a smile. For a moment, Su Jinghuan thought it was a high song.

When you come back to God, you should say, "OK."

Just as she turned around, he called out to her, "last night, I didn't say anything."

Shoynton stopped and looked back at him. "What do you say?"

Su Jinghuan looked at her expression. In addition to doubt, she was puzzled.

He laughed and shook his head. "Nothing."

Xiao Yin hooked the corner of her lips, and when she turned around, her smile fell down.

After Xiao Yin went out, Su Jinghuan sat up, moved her joints and took the mobile phone on the table.

Finger click, pause, the mobile phone does not know when to turn off.

He pursed his lips and pressed the power button.

In a few seconds, the phone turns on.

Missed calls to remind one after another to jump out, SMS or dozens of.

He reached out his hand and pinched his brow, and opened the message first.

Most of them were sent by strange mobile phones. He looked at one of them casually, all of which were asking about GAOSONG's love.

He frowned and deleted those messages with one click.

Sitting on the bed, he frowned and thought about yesterday.

After leaving the company, he was depressed and went to a bar not far from the company for a drink.

It was the decision of the top management of the company to stir up the high-profile scandal to such a high degree. He did not oppose it, and even played a role in fueling the flames.

"Flame" is a big production with hundreds of millions of investment. It is ready to be put on the shelves around May Day next year, and is going to be the champion of the year's top TV series. Therefore, it is necessary to do a good job of publicity in the early stage. The internal view of the company is to make use of the gossip.

At first, this practice was rejected by him. He didn't like the popular way in the entertainment industry, especially the protagonist singing.

Later, he agreed, because of the singing.

Since she was not afraid of anything, and since she did not regret it, she could bear to believe it. So when Shen Li asked him about this matter for the last time, he agreed.

The scandal spread as everyone expected. Singing high was easy to be searched. He didn't even think it was enough. He deliberately asked people to take her to the set, deliberately surrounded her by so many reporters, and deliberately put her in that helpless situation

When he ordered these things, his heart was cold and hard, and he even imagined how much he would relieve his hatred when he was trampled under his feet.

He doesn't go to the news, he doesn't pay attention to any news related to her.

In the two days when the high singing scandal was getting worse, most of the time, he was working, working, working!

Until this morning, the video burst out and was taken to him by him.

Watching the video, the woman, was spit on, when besieged, his heart was like someone was holding it in his hand, too tight to breathe.

He hated such easy to sing to drive the mood of their own!

In order to escape such self, he went to the bar to get drunk.

He didn't remember how much he had drunk yesterday.

But vaguely felt that he had gone somewhere and met someone.How can't remember, but the feeling of his heart being stabbed, until now, makes him feel like, experienced a special sad thing.

He put his hand over his chest, where the heart beat abnormally fast.

"Jinghuan, the hangjiu soup is ready. Wash it quickly."

Xiao Yin's voice came from outside the door, which immediately caught Su Jinghuan's thoughts.

"Well, I'll do it in a minute."

He stood up, opened the wardrobe, took out a suit of clothes from inside, and went into the bathroom.

After Xiao Yin returns to her bedroom, Su Jinghuan has gone to the bathroom.

She glanced around and landed on her cell phone on the desk.

Go over, open the screen, delete the last night's call records, and then quietly put the phone in place, and then quietly leave.

In the middle of the night, I had a deep sleep. When I woke up in the morning, the president was no longer around.

She squinted and got used to the light before she sat up.

"Husband?"

She raised her voice to call him.

No response.

Did you go to work?

Singing secretly, he put on his nightgown and jumped out of bed.

There is no one in the living room. The house is quiet. It seems that I have left early.

She looked for the coffee table and the refrigerator door, but found no note left by the president.

Who left with his pants?

Singing is depressing. Yesterday, I was still in a romantic mood. I didn't cherish it when I got it!

Gao Ge stretched his arm, moved his muscles and bones, untied his bathrobe and left it on the ground, intending to go to the bathroom.

Standing at the entrance, mu Yunze saw this scene.

He pauses and coughs slightly. "Such a unique way of welcome?"

Singing action a meal, turning around, the eyes are staring out.

When did this guy come back?

The president's eyes were burning from her body inch inch by inch, and he licked his lips, "it's very chic, and I can consider how to greet me after work every day."

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