Scheming Billionaire's Cute Wife

Qi angxiong is used to Ximen Qian's direct accusations. He doesn't refute them. He just talks about some news he just got.

"Some of our business paths in L country have been directly cut across the board, and the business in Longcheng has basically plummeted." Qi angxiong didn't want to talk about these frustrating things, but now only such news came, he had to say.

"What? How long has it been since they started? Transfer to other countries as soon as possible! " Ximen Qian said with gnashing teeth.

After that, she immediately made a phone call and said, "send me the picture of Ning Wanyuan."

But in a minute, she received a picture on her mobile phone.

"Send this picture to yemingjue and ask him to weigh it over with me and see if he wants to suppress me again!" Simon Qian sent photos from her mobile phone to Qi angxiong.

Qi angxiong turns on his mobile phone, and then according to Ximen Qian's words, he edits a text message to yemingjue.

After the successful delivery, Qi raised his head and asked Ximen Qian, "Qian, would you like to have dinner with me tonight?"

His face was gentle, as if he had never been humiliated.

He has been here for more than ten years, and his smile has already become his signature expression.

He looked at Ximen Qian affectionately, like a moth begging for the light of fire, focused and lonely.

What Ximen Qian likes is his eyes, otherwise she would not have gone out with this man behind her husband's back.

However, after thinking about the photo she just saw, she refused Qi angxiong's invitation. "Don't wait for me tonight. I have something to do."

That popular model is much more beautiful than this old man.

Qi angxiong nodded a little disappointed, "OK, then you come back early."

Ximen Qian nodded impatiently, then walked away with her bag.

After Ximen Qian left, Qi angxiong sat in the same place, looking at the door darkly, with an unknown smile in the corner of his mouth. He didn't know whether it was irony or pity.

But after a while, the door was opened again. Qi angxiong looked at the assistant who pushed the door in, and his smile deepened. "Let's go out and talk about something tonight."

An inexplicable light flashed in the assistant's eyes. He nodded and said, "OK, boss."

……

When an xiaonuan woke up, it was already a little dark.

She pressed her head. She didn't know if she had been sleeping for a long time. She always felt some pain in her head.

"Husband..." She made a subconscious gibberish, but no one responded.

She came to herself in a flash.

The position around him has cooled down, indicating that he has been away for a long time.

An xiaonuan can't help feeling a little annoyed: I blame myself for sleeping too much! He didn't even wake up!

Take out the cell phone, she immediately dialed the man's phone number.

Then she heard the phone ring from the bathroom.

But in a flash, the phone was cut off.

An xiaonuan felt uneasy in her heart. She directly pushed the door open, and then she was choked by the smell of smoke from the shop and coughed.

"Cough My husband... " As she waved her arms, trying to disperse the smoke, she went inside to find the man who should have been lying in bed.

Yemingjue doesn't want to talk at all now, so just when his mobile phone rings, he directly presses the power off button. When he sees the warm figure in the smoke, he realizes that he is smoking too much.

"Warm, you go out first, I'll wash my face and come out." He said in a dumb voice.

But at this time, an xiaonuan has squatted in front of him.

"What's the matter with you? Tell me about it. " An xiaonuan looks at ye mingjue's red eyes and asks.

The night Ming Jue shakes hands and hugs an xiaonuan tightly.

"Just give me a hug." Yemingjue did not say that he had received photos from Qi angxiong, which were full of blood and his dying mother.

It's enough for him to know by himself. He wants to give him some strength.

An xiaonuan didn't ask any more, just hugged the man's waist tightly and gave him silent comfort.

Behind an xiaonuan's back, the man's eyes are totally uncontrollable madness.

Qi angxiong, Ximen Qian, are you ready to accept my anger?

After seeing the photo, yemingjue asked Doyle Mullen to arrange a medical team to send it to his villa, and then transferred the place to his villa.

An xiaonuan doesn't know what happened, but she found that after that day, the man's eyes were more dark.

She couldn't help but feel distressed by that emotion, but she couldn't help, so she had to take care of him and the children as much as she could every day, but even so, the man's nervousness was not relieved.

The atmosphere in the villa became heavier and heavier day by day. Even the three little guys felt the atmosphere.Night Son Yu pulls an small warm hand to ask a way: "Mom, how?"? Is something wrong with my sister? " He always thinks that Dad seems more and more terrible these days.

Yezirui and Mo ziyao also looked at her nervously, hoping that she would shake her head.

An xiaonuan shakes his head as they wish, but what he says is not the answer they want.

"I don't know, but Ziyan will be fine. Don't worry so much." Even she felt that the answer was not credible, but they could only comfort themselves now.

Because they didn't hear from Ziyan at all.

"Ziyan is OK. You have a good meal. Don't worry about so much." Yemingjue said while eating.

There was no expression on his face. He could not tell whether it was true or a lie. However, the three children had an inexplicable trust in him, and the expression on Wen Yan's face immediately relaxed.

When an xiaonuan heard this, he turned to see yemingjue. His hand under the table tightly grasped his clenched fist.

She said silently, "I'm with you. Don't be afraid."

She felt that Lord Yeming was afraid of something, but he didn't say it, and she didn't want to ask, so she could only comfort him.

Yemingjue looked at his smiling wife, and the ice hole in his heart seemed to be blocked by a mass of heat.

The name nuanwan really suits her.

She is like a sun, always warm.

He nodded and whispered a "good" word.

Jinxuan can't help feeling when she looks at the interaction between them.

It is said that love can stand the storm, but can not stand the plain, but these two people's storm is too much.

After lunch, someone called.

"Hello, Miss Ann. We met before. My name is Lisa Mullen." Lisa Mullen said, standing in front of an xiaonuan.