Chapter 272 Don't dare to talk about the future wife of the president
Su Yan looked deeply at the woman's face. She was always generous and considerate. She would have tempers and emotions even in front of and behind others. But it was undeniable that she was an intelligent and knowledgeable woman. She was his childhood sweetheart and the daughter of a wealthy family.
, is undoubtedly the best candidate to be his wife.
She was very clear about his thoughts, but she had to endure it because of the Yu family's interference. In Yu Wanwan's current situation, it would be a kindness for her not to add insult to injury, and she would still help him again and again.
But he couldn't think of the reason why Ming Shuang was kind to Yu Wan.
He asked: "You don't hate her?"
Mingshuang did not hesitate or consider at all, "I have one leg that will be disabled for the rest of my life. It would be false to say that I don't hate it at all, but she has lost more than me. Maybe she feels sympathy for the same disease."
Quite calm.
Su Yanshen put away the doubts in her heart and looked down at the thermos bucket in Mingshuang's hand, "You can just have someone deliver this kind of work from now on."
After saying that, he bent down and stretched out his hand.
Ming Shuang's brows were filled with surprise. She was stunned for a moment before she realized what she was doing. She handed the thermos bucket to Su Yanshen, "I'm afraid they'll be negligent. If you don't drink it while it's hot, it won't be effective."
The joy in his voice could not be concealed.
Su Yanshen pursed her thin lips slightly, "I'll have someone take you back."
Mingshuang shook her head, "No, I'm going to Feimeier's pair of songs. The assistant is still waiting for me downstairs."
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In the Phaeton high-level conference room, Yu Wanwan sat down in a regular seat. Everyone had been there for more than ten minutes, but it was delayed because Su Yanshen didn't come.
"Is Miss Ming seriously injured?"
"I don't know. He said he's still in the infirmary and maybe has to go to the hospital."
"I don't know when I will be able to drink Mr. Su's wedding wine..."
Yu Wanwan seemed to be a transparent person and was ignored. They discussed Su Yanshen and Ming Shuang unscrupulously.
Or maybe, in their minds, the marriage between her and Su Yanshen was not a marriage at all, but just a transaction.
"Mr. Su is here."
Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here.
Su Yanshen's figure appeared at the door of the conference room, and the atmosphere suddenly became quiet.
Yu Wanwan lowered her eyes, the man's footsteps passed behind her, and she squeezed the pen tightly with both hands.
Qiao Qianqian's voice broke the quiet and heavy atmosphere, "Is Mingshuang's leg okay? It was already lame."
She tilted one corner of her mouth.
If you care, you can't hear the slightest hint of concern.
Su Yanshen just arrived at his seat. He looked at Qiao Qianqian with a cold expression, "Does Vice President Qiao need to attend this meeting?"
Then sit down.
His eyes fell on Yu Wanwan.
The woman lowered her eyes and saw her hands holding the pen, her nails turning white from exertion.
Qiao Qianqian's sarcastic voice sounded again,
"Am I not concerned about the future wife of the president?"
She said in a sinister tone, "Let her rest well and stop showing off her face all the time. Get her legs healed. She will be the face of our Phaeton in the future."
Everyone gasped and sweated for Qiao Qianqian.
The one with the gun and the stick is really relying on his aunt to be Qiao Huixi. Even at their age, they don't dare to say a word against Mr. Su.
"Assistant Yu, do you think so?"
Yu Wanwan didn't expect Qiao Qianqian to bring the topic to her. She looked up at Qiao Qianqian in shock, and then laughed at herself: "Vice President Qiao, you have a high position of power, why do you want to put the fire on me, little Luoluo? I am the future president's wife."
