Second marriage of my cute wife

After Mu Qingshu left, he was ready to start the sports car. When he left, his mobile phone received another text message. This time, it was not someone else, but Duan Yifeng.

The message said, "president, I hope you can come out of the pain of losing your husband. If you can, I want to take care of you and our family together."

Seeing these words, Mu Qingshu raised an ironic smile.

She and Duan Yifeng talk about her and "late husband" of the past, just when she calm down memories, she did not plan to find people!

No matter what Duan Yifeng said, no matter how beautiful, no matter how emotional, she only felt that it was acting!

"I feel very sad to see that you miss director Huo. I can feel that you are deeply in love with each other from your previous news or newspapers, but director Huo is dead now. He certainly hopes someone can take care of you and help you share the company's affairs..."

"So that's the point!" After reading the text message, Mu Qingshu's ironic smile is more and more profound. It seems that he is very worried!

Muqingshu starts the sports car and leaves.

It's dark. The car lights in front of you can only see clearly more than ten meters away. There are no stars or moon in the sky tonight. The car lights flashed past the trees nearby. It no longer looked so green and vigorous. On the contrary, it had the posture of stretching its teeth and claws wantonly, which made people afraid.

It's past ten o'clock when I get home. Mu Qingshu opens the door and goes in. The empty living room is full of warmth only when the crystal lamp hanging high sends out dazzling light and every place in the room is illuminated.

"Madame, you are back!" When Aunt Fu heard the sound, she went out in a thin dress. There was no sleepiness on her kind face.

Is aunt Fu waiting for her return?

"Aunt Fu, you haven't had a rest yet! It's getting late. Let's have a rest early! " Mu Qingshu went to take aunt Fu's hand and took her back to her room to have a rest.

By the way, she almost forgot one thing.

Just in Duan Yifeng there did not see the content of the letter, have to reply quickly.

Turn on your cell phone. It's a text message from Dick.

"Be careful with Duan Yifeng. I just heard from your secretary that you went there. Remember not to expose your emotions."

The content of the short message is very short, revealing the reminder and concern for her.

MuQing Shuma called back. I don't know if they had a rest?

Dick's voice came after a few beeps.

"Xiao Shu, it's so late. Did you just come out from Duan Yifeng?" Dick's eyes were deep and he looked a little nervous.

"Well, I just came back. I saw the message you sent me. Don't worry. I'm fine. Duan Yifeng is impatient. I'm calm." Mu Qingshu tells Dick what he said and did when he got along with Duan Yifeng.

"OK, you should pay attention to your own safety. Now we are going to catch the leader behind through this bait. Shanshan and I will help you." Dick then told Mu Qingshu what he needed to pay attention to.

With the help of these two good friends, she didn't feel like she was fighting alone!

"Dick, there's always a feeling in my heart that he's not dead." The last sentence is very light, but it shows her expectation.

"Don't think about it too much. Have a rest early!"

After two people said good night, Mu Qingshu wanted to go to her room to see her two lovely babies.

It's so late. I'm sure we've all gone to bed!

Gently twist the door handle, gently came to the bedside, Xiaobai holding his beloved doll sleep sweetly, xiaoyuanrou toot hands together, breathing gently, round belly with breathing ups and downs.

Seeing them, her heart felt full.

Xiao Yuan is only a few months old, but he is very good and seldom cries. It is undoubtedly the greatest comfort to her to see them so competitive and clever.

Mu Qingshu kisses the two babies' faces and leaves the room quietly.

After getting along with Duan Yifeng yesterday, this person seems to be a little presumptuous. Is this a challenge to her patience?

Mu Qingshu sipped a cup of coffee. The man sitting opposite her still had a gentleman's smile on his face and put his hands on his lap.

Today came earlier, but I didn't expect Duan Yifeng would be so early, and there was his breakfast on the table. It seems that he spent a lot of time!

"Duan Yifeng, I hope we can keep a little distance. You'll make me very upset. This is the company. It's not good to be seen by others. Naturally, it doesn't matter to me. But you've only been promoted for a short time. It's not worth the loss at that time." Muqingshu's "kindness" reminds us.

"Ha ha, what the president reminds me is that what I said yesterday is sincere. The president is kind to our family. I'm sorry if I don't do something." Duan Yifeng's attitude of advance and retreat is that he approaches himself under the banner of repaying kindness."Well, I appreciate your kindness, but only this time it won't happen again!" Mu Qingshu looks a little serious.

After dismissing Duan Yifeng, there comes another character who gives her a headache.

Her office door was directly pushed open, and the people humming outside were shocked to see Mu Qingshu sitting in front of the desk.

"Xiao Shu, why did you come so early today?" Jiang Mucheng hurriedly hid the blue enchantress in her hand behind her back, for fear that she might see her.

"The company is going to have a meeting today, so I'll come early to prepare the information." Wood green comfortable not salty answer, still looking down at the documents on the table, did not want to pay attention to the meaning of river Mucheng.

Then Jiang Mucheng comes to the table and puts the blue enchantress behind him in front of Mu Qingshu. There is a card on it, except that the flowers are the same every day. It seems that Jiang Mucheng has taken a lot of effort, but unfortunately she is not interested in these.

In the past, her heart must be full of joy. She always feels that the people in front of her are romantic and full of charm. It's a pity that now he is just making a show in front of himself.

Especially after he left himself and other women on his wedding day, she always remembered this unbearable memory and forgot how easy it was to talk about it!

Sharp line of sight slightly convergence, no expression on the face looked at Jiang Mucheng.

"Flowers down, you can go, or people and flowers to leave together!" Wood green comfortable straightforward mouth, absolutely indifferent appearance.

Now he wants to recover himself, I'm afraid there are not so many possibilities.

She already has a place to belong to and can't accommodate anyone any more!

"Ha ha, Xiao Shu, don't do that! I get up so early every day to send you flowers. By the way, do you know I gave them to you? If you don't see it today, maybe you won't find it! " The cheeky appearance of Jiang Mucheng makes Mu Qingshu helpless.

Nonsense, she is really blind. It bothers her enough to see his three words of Jiang Mucheng every day. In order to be afraid that she didn't see them, she just opened the card to reveal the words inside.

"If you're OK, please leave first. I'm going to a meeting!" Mu Qingshu picked up the document on the desk and got up to leave.

"Let's have lunch together at noon. Do you know how long we haven't seen each other?" Jiang Mucheng looks aggrieved. Now he's pretending to be a poor and cute actor in front of her, which really makes her want to hit people.

But mu Qingshu finally held back the idea. After all, they have nothing to do with each other.

"If I remember correctly, Mr. Jiang, it seems that we met the day before yesterday." Muqingshu directly pierced, will take the document Bracelet in front of the chest.

"Don't you know that one day is like three? We haven't seen each other for two days, haven't we? " Jiang Mucheng's thick skin made her unable to resist. She turned a white eye and left the people in the office and went straight to the meeting room.

"Dear directors, the meeting of the board of directors is to gather you to discuss the specific quotation and financial expenditure of Dongcheng District's commercial development zone. I have asked the Secretary to sort out the documents and send them to you."

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Mu Qingshu stands in front of the big screen, quite imposing, and her self-confidence can be seen in her conversation.

"It seems that without director Huo, my wife can manage the company well. As an elder, they are all optimistic about Mu Qingshu. Her ability is no less than any of them! "

There are staff under the whisper up.

After the meeting, Mu Qingshu returned to the office with a bunch of blue enchantresses and a delicate bento box on the desk, as if there was one thing missing.

Muqingshu didn't think much about it. The blue enchantress threw it into the garbage can without any emotion and ate the Bento on the table. Without breakfast, she was very hungry.

Not to mention Duan Yifeng's craftsmanship is quite good. If she doesn't have a estrangement in her heart, she thinks this friend can still be made.

After eating and drinking enough, Mu Qingshu wants to ask if Dick has found Duan Yifeng's horse feet for such a long time?

To be on the safe side, she chooses to sit down in the corner of the mouth of the staff restaurant downstairs and contact Dick by text message. Otherwise, the company is full of people with mixed eyes. If she is seen by someone with a heart, she will be exposed.

"Recently Duan Yifeng seems to have no place. He has been staying in the house you bought for him. By the way, has he done anything extraordinary to you? If so, I'll find someone to deal with him!" Dick's heart is full of a sense of justice, the wood Qingshu as his best friend, but also the most worthy of concern.

Muqingshu to let friends avoid worry about organizing a good language sent in the past: "nothing, I now at least as his boss, do not dare to touch me, rest assured!"

"I will always observe the trend of Duan Yifeng, this time you don't worry too much, in your body to show that kind of indifferent feeling, let him worry, I also follow the vine." Dick and Mu Qingshu chat a few words, and they delete each other's messages.