He walked into the special elevator and went up to the fiftieth floor. When the elevator door opened, the office was empty and the clothes on the sofa were gone. He let out a long breath. It was better not to meet him at this time, even if he was like this
The man who was sitting on the bench with his face had no courage at this moment.
He walked into the bathroom, turned off the dripping faucet, looked at the chiffon shirt with high heels prints on the wet floor, and frowned.
He could almost imagine the hatred and disgust she had when she stepped on this dress.
She was venting. She just threw the clothes with his marks on the ground, and refused to pick them up and throw them into the trash can before leaving. She was obviously determined to let him come back and see this scene. She knew he hated it.
He was disorganized, so he deliberately made the bathroom a mess to show his determination to fight against him.
He laughed and shook his head. He didn't ask his secretary to come over and clean it up, but actually started cleaning it himself as if he was in a good mood.
At six o'clock, he called the execution department, but her secretary said she was not here.
After thinking about it, he called the villa again, and Sister-in-law Wu also said that she had not gone back.
He frowned, feeling a little uneasy. She was a very rigid woman, especially at work. Even if he was so angry that she didn't want to go to work, she should have told her secretary where she was going.
Ling Yansen was a little annoyed. The result of infringing on her self-esteem was that he could not find her.
Such a stubborn woman sticks to tradition, and the way he treats her is so extreme, she wouldn't be tempted to do stupid things...
Thinking of this, Ling Yansen realized the seriousness of the problem. He pulled out his phone. He could move a lot of people in Luan City. The place was so big and he could always find her whereabouts!
But two hours later, it was getting dark, and he still didn't hear the news he wanted to hear.
He was a little panicked.
Just as he was about to drive to look for it, his cell phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and picked up the call with a sullen expression, "You really know how to pick the time! I'm going to hang up now!"
On the other side, Zhou Jirong's eyes were innocent. He glanced back at the woman who was crawling limply on the sofa with a deep groove in her chest. He smiled like crazy and said, "Madman, let me first state that this is purely a coincidence."
Ling Yansen was in a state of panic. When he heard his irrelevant words, he became furious and said, "If you keep holding in your fucking farts again, I will ask you to go to your father and explain!"
Zhou Jirong was startled, but then he behaved himself, "By the way, I saw your wife at Lose Demon. Let me reiterate, it was purely a chance encounter!"
Ling Yansen paused, the car key in his hand was pressed tightly by his fingers, he narrowed his eyes, a sinister light shot out from his eyes, looking extremely dangerous, "What a chance encounter! You were born just to meet my wife by chance.
Right? Last time it was in the second game, this time it was in the bar, what about next time? In bed?"
Listening to the cold and pitiful voice of a certain man, Zhou Jirong's tone was full of grievance, "I am really kind-hearted, God can tell you! She was drunk here alone, but fortunately I showed up, otherwise her poor head
The little lamb who comes to drown his sorrows with wine for some unknown reason is in danger of falling into the wolf's den!"
Ling Yansen paused, then his face darkened, his eyes as sharp as razor blades. He opened the car door and got in, suddenly started the car, and shouted at the other end of the phone, "Keep an eye on her!"
Zhou Jirong smiled proudly, put down his phone, picked up a glass of water, hummed a tune and walked to the sofa. He gently raised Qingwu's chin, who was already unconscious, and coaxed softly, "Good girl, are you thirsty?"
?Brother will treat you to a drink."
Qing Wu was so drunk that her rosy face was frighteningly hot. She was shaking her head, half-opening her eyes, her body was as light as if she were stepping on a ball of cotton. She grabbed his wrist with both hands, and her lips came close to him,
When the tip of his tongue touched the water, he started drinking.
Finally, Zhou Jirong helped her go downstairs. It was almost nine o'clock, and the bar was full of people. The men coming and going looked maliciously at the woman with half-revealed shoulders in Zhou Jirong's arms.
Zhou Jirong looked at them and suddenly grabbed a man in his early thirties. He could tell at a glance that this man was timid and fearful, but also lustful.
"Brother, I have to go out in a hurry. Can you please take care of my friend? She is drunk."
The man was slightly surprised, and kept staring at Qing Wu eagerly, with a sinister look on his face and a hesitant expression.
Zhou Jirong struck while the iron was hot and quickly put Qingwu into his arms, then opened the private room door, "Please, just help her to the private room and don't let her run around. I'll be back in five minutes."
The man nodded blankly and helped Qingwu walk in.
Zhou Jirong raised his eyebrows, with a strong smile in his eyes. He quickly closed the door, but did not close it tightly, and then walked out of the bar door. After waiting for less than two minutes, an arrogant Aston Martin turned handsomely and stopped.
In the square, for a moment, a tall man got out of the car. A chilly air emanated from his body.
Zhou Jirong threw away the cigarette butt and walked up to him, pretending to be surprised, "Oh my god, Xiaosheng, did I see a ghost? You came here from the company in the time it took you to smoke a cigarette. Is it because Xiaosheng and I are so ignorant that I don't know about Aston Martin?"
It can be used both on land and in the air… Ouch!”
Ling Yansen's face was stern, his brows and eyes were full of anger, he waved his long legs, and the next second, a certain man knelt on the ground, he gave a cold side glance, "Stop fucking nonsense!
Where is she?"
Zhou Jirong was in pain and had a grimace on his face, "I was just about to say that when you kicked me here. It's been so many years since you kicked someone so hard! Can you die if you are gentler? No wonder your woman went to the bar to get drunk with snot and tears.
Yeah, it must be because I was not harmonious when I was doing my homework in bed..."
"It's so nice to kick you, isn't it?" Ling Yansen turned around, raised his eyebrows, and gave a smile with no warmth at the corner of his mouth. His dark and narrow eyes were filled with ice, and his tone was extremely evil, and he was making a show of it.