The domineering president's barbaric wife

From an outsider's point of view, there seems to be no problem in this matter.

However, Yuan Xiaoming just felt that something was wrong, that something was very wrong. Because he can be said to be a participant in the whole thing and the person who knows the whole thing best, so he believes in his intuition.

Yuan Xiaoming said goodbye to Katie in a hurry, ready to calm down and think about the whole thing.

First of all, Leng Mohan announced his divorce from Shen Xiaonian.

Then, the media dug out the news that Shen Xiaonian pretended to be dead, which was designed by Yuan Xiaoming as early as seven years ago.

Shen Xiaonian seven years ago has become Shen Nianzhi now

Shen Nianzhi?

by the way! How can Shen Nianzhi's affairs not be dug out?

If it's the negligence of the media, Yuan Xiaoming really doesn't believe it.

Yuan Xiaoming has to admit that when Shen Xiaonian pretended to die seven years ago, the person he arranged to deal with was not careful enough. Even Zhang Liang, a little-known person, can be found.

So, the question is, who will be the person who can perfect this matter and escape so many sharp eyed reporters?

Yuan Xiaoming was puzzled.

Maybe, if you give yuan Xiaoming a hundred hints, he may not be able to guess that the person he praises so much will be Zhang Liang, whom he has always despised.

Inadvertently, Yuan Xiaoming noticed an unread text message from Shen Xiaonian on his mobile phone.

Yuan Xiaoming frowned and thought that Shen Xiaonian was the biggest beneficiary of this matter. He was just one. At this time, he knew nothing, so maybe Shen Xiaonian would know nothing.

But today is too late. No matter how many questions you have, you have to wait until tomorrow.

Glare of sunlight through the wide French windows into the house, the villa shine a bright.

Not long later, Leng Mohan woke up from a pile of beer bottles, his brain was dizzy, like thousands of wild horses galloping in his brain, like disturbing all the nerves, and then reorganizing again. The feeling after the hangover is as bad as ever.

A rough look around the scattered beer bottles and wine bottles, together, there are probably more than 20 or 30 bottles. It's not much, but maybe it's because of old mood. Leng Mohan feels that his drinking capacity is not as good as before.

Leng Mohan shook his head and stood up from the chaos.

Maybe even he doesn't know how long he hasn't touched beer, this cheap alcohol, since he graduated from university. Last night, perhaps to the extreme, people have become a little confused, want to ignore the indulgence of their drunk on a time.

Then, it was out of control.

Not long after standing up, Leng Mohan suddenly lost all his strength and suddenly fell on the sofa. He didn't struggle, he just froze there.

Although his brain, paralyzed by alcohol, is still slightly unconscious, somehow, he can't help remembering the three years he spent with Shen Xiaonian seven years ago. They rush out like a flood.

Never before care about, her eyes a smile, her joys and sorrows, until now, but suddenly become particularly precious. The furthest distance in the world is really the distance between life and death. Leng Mohan didn't believe it before, but now he does.

Because Shen Xiaonian is no longer here.

So, Leng Mohan thought, now, he didn't even have the chance to pursue her again, like her repentance.

In the past, I was timid and hesitant. Now, no matter how brave I am, what's the use?

Where should he place his yearning for Shen Xiaonian?

Where should he place that guilt, that guilt for Shen Xiaonian?

If only I hadn't divorced Shen Xiaonian in those years. Maybe if I hadn't divorced Shen Xiaonian, there would have been no trauma and two innocent lives.

His child, the one he never met. How innocent.

Leng Mo Han felt that his eyes were a little damp. He turned his face, and the damp corner of his eyes was instantly absorbed by the hair pad of the sofa.

Eyes involuntarily attracted by a stack of documents in front of him. Leng Mohan still remembers that it was this document that made his heart ache from yesterday to now.

Under the document recording Shen Xiaonian's death, there is another document, which seems to be about Shen Nianzhi.

Shen Nianzhi... Leng Mohan said in his heart, the woman who impressed him deeply in Wuyue mountain. The woman whose name is not only similar to Shen Xiaonian, but also gives him the same feeling

If Shen's death certificate is not too true, and even the photos clearly make Leng Mohan unable to find any defects, he really wants to be desperate to determine that Shen Nianzhi now is Shen Xiaonian seven years ago. Instead of the body, the soul is still the one who makes him miss.

But she is not! In this world, there is no such magical thing. Screw the soul swap.

That damned reason, always let Leng Mohan find no reason to refute.

The secretary took a few deep breaths outside the door. Finally, he rang the doorbell of tingshang Hansha.

Not long after the press conference held yesterday, the Secretary got the general information of the whole thing on the Internet media.

After knowing this, I spent 15 minutes, but I didn't get over it.

Just die? Shen Xiaonian just died? What about Leng Zong?

The secretary was a witness to what happened in those years. The divorce agreement was handled by the Secretary on behalf of Leng Mohan. Therefore, no one can better understand his own president's current mood, grief, guilt, remorse and regret than him

Until now, the secretary still believes that in the love of Leng Mohan, Shen Xiaonian and Lin Yu, the president of his own family is not wrong, it's just fate that is wrong.

It was fate that made the three of them take too many detours. As a result, Miss Shen Xiaonian has gone further and further along this winding road in her life. Even now, she has not come back.

Three people, no innocence, no guilt.

They are all victims, victims who have been deeply deceived by love and fate.

In fact, the secretary is looking for Leng Mohan at the moment. The company's affairs are just from the beginning. It's him who can't bear to let his own president think wildly among all of us. This time, the door didn't open as quickly as yesterday. About thirty seconds after the bell rang, the Secretary heard the sound of shoes rubbing against the stone road near the villa. It seems that our president came to open the door in person.

The figure in the distance became clear.

"President!" Cried the secretary.