That Lan can be anyone, as long as it's not Xiang Qinglan.
There was still silence on the phone over there, and there seemed to be no answer to her. Su Zhetuo's breathing could be heard on the phone, and it was very heavy. A cold wind blew, and she began to despair.
"Cousin, can you tell me? Is that person Xiang Qinglan? Is the necklace over there Xiang Qinglan's? Is that true?" Yi Ruo's voice with a crying sound seemed to have become hoarse, and there was no trace of it.
The color of the past.
There was still silence on the other side of the phone. It took her a long time before she heard the man's voice, which was extremely cold.
"You already know, so there's no need to ask me. The necklace belongs to her, but didn't you say you don't regret it?" The voice ended here, and then he hung up suddenly. He didn't say another word, or even
It was just one word, but just this one sentence was enough to make Yi Ruo step on the edge of hell with one foot.
As soon as her fingers loosened, the phone dropped to the ground with a bang, and there was a beeping disconnection sound coming from inside.
It turns out that everything is true, it's just cousin, why didn't you stop her, why did you let her come here and destroy my happiness, don't you love her very much? Don't you?
She no longer knows how to do it on her own. She is already suffering enough by taking someone else's identity. If that person suddenly appears next to you again, and is pregnant with your beloved man's child, but she is not even a child.
There is no reason to be jealous, because everything she has now originally belongs to others. She is just an intruder. To be precise, she is just a fake.
She couldn't believe what Arthur would do to her if he knew everything. He would kill her, he would kill her. She held her hands hard and then released them, but her whole body still couldn't stop the feeling of excitement.
Chill.
She can't be nervous, she can't be nervous, she must not. She must think of a way to keep this secret hidden. She wants everyone who knows about it to disappear before her eyes, so that no one can take it away.
Everything about her.
There is another world closed outside the door, and here she is exactly what Wang Xiaolan said. She is being tortured every minute and every second.
In distant China, Su Zhetuo just looked at the phone on the table, his thin lips pursed tightly, and there was an inhuman indifference in his black eyes. Compared with the past, he was colder now, and it seemed that his whole body was cold.
There were ice cubes above and below, cold and hard.
"You all know it, Lan Lan, we will meet soon," the corners of his lips curved up ruthlessly, revealing an indescribable coldness.
Yu Wenchen opened the door and happened to see the unknown smile on Su Zhetuo's face, and he couldn't help but shudder.
"Tuo, can you please stop smiling like that? You might as well not laugh at all," he held his arms with both hands. It was really cold. He felt like he had goosebumps all over his body. He was so weird and angry.
.
No wonder no woman is willing to be his secretary. Over time, there's no guarantee that she won't become a complete lunatic like him.
"You don't have to look at it, just go out," Su Zhetuo didn't even raise his eyelids, he just looked at the information on the table. Ha, very good. His company's performance has improved a lot recently. Soon after, Su Zhetuo
His ranking will move further forward, and perhaps he will surpass Arthur Wyrie in the near future.
His smile became colder and colder, while Yu Wenchen just stood at the door for a long time. He looked at the air conditioner not far away, quickly picked up the remote control placed on the sofa, and raised the temperature. Well, it is so comfortable.
Well, if there is a Su Zhetuo here that makes air conditioning, then there is also an air conditioner that makes heating.
Yu Wenchen threw a lot of information in his arms onto Su Zhetuo's desk. He curled his lips. He also had a temper. Don't always treat him like a soft persimmon.
"Humph, you think I am willing. If there is no one to be your secretary, do I have the intention to make it so hard? I have been working for you all day, and I feel several years older. Really,
How could I have such a boss? Knowing you is really the biggest failure of my life."
Look, he is really old, and now he has even learned the old man's nagging.
But Su Zhetuo didn't even glance at Yu Wenchen and continued to look at the information on the table.
Yu Wenchen talked for a long time, and when he saw that Su Zhetuo didn't respond at all, he automatically closed his mouth. Really, he was playing the piano to a cow, and he was a very bad-tempered cow, wasting his saliva, and doing this every day.
Sooner or later, he will become autistic, and now Su Zhetuo can completely ignore him. No matter what he says, he can ignore it. It goes in with two ears and comes out with the other.
He talks to himself every day. If he doesn't even talk to himself, then he is really autistic.
His mother only has one son. If she is stupid and tries to find the Su family to fight for her, I guess he may have owed Su Zhetuo a lot of money in his previous life, so he will be tortured like this in this life.
He finally tolerated it.
"Tuo, Qinglan, she is now..." Yu Wenchen was about to speak, but he received Su Zhetuo's extremely cold voice. Yu Wenchen, I told you not to mention her name in front of me, otherwise today
You don't have to go back at night. There are still a few contracts in the company that haven't been completed yet. Su Zhetuo stared at him dangerously, like an angry leopard. As long as he dared to say another word, he would pounce on him and bite him off.
His poor neck.
Yu Wenchen quickly covered his mouth, indicating that he would not say another word. Okay, he didn't say anything anymore. It's okay to be a mute. If he doesn't go home at night, his mother will kill him.
Although he is almost thirty years old, in his mother's eyes, he is still a child.
Therefore, family should return home.
Moreover, he is not a workaholic and there is no need to work hard for those contracts. He is still young and does not want to grow old yet.
Buried in a pile of documents, he glanced at Su Zhetuo secretly, and then carefully patted his chest. The guy was in a daze again, shouldn't he mention it? Then, why did he still think about it? Why?
You still have such a painful look on your face, even though you are going crazy with your thoughts, you are forcing yourself to sit here. If you are not abusing yourself, what are you doing?