The cold and charming wife of the ruthless president

"..."

Yufeng took a deep breath, and his deep eyes shone a little.

Six years ago, he loved Shen Wanqing, and he was so paranoid that he loved Shen Wanqing so much that he didn't dare to breathe hard in front of her.

Six years later, he hated everything she had done, but still couldn't give up loving her.

Shen Wanqing has long been an obsession in his heart, and even he himself can't tell whether he loves her or hates her.

"Where's Han Yichen?" Yufeng picked up the document at hand and asked absent-mindedly.

"Filming in Haicheng." Lin Dongxu replied.

"Let Lin Yi take good care of him, don't make troubles..." Yufeng paused, and then continued, "Don't let him go to Wanwan and talk nonsense."

"Yes..." Lin Dongxu nodded.

Yufeng put down the file irritably, and asked with complicated thoughts, "The child with Wanwan belly, how do you think it should be handled?"

Lin Dongxu's eyes were shocked, and he couldn't bear it, "The child in Ms. Shen's stomach is almost six months old? If you take the child away, my life may be in danger!"

Yufeng frowned, his eyes sank, "I know."

"Then..." Lin Dongxu couldn't figure out what Yufeng meant, so he asked tentatively.

"That, that, that, nothing can compare to her health! Get out!" Yu Feng waved the document in his hand and threw it on Lin Dongxu's body impatiently.

"Yes yes yes!" Lin Dongxu immediately straightened his face, picked up the documents and ran outside the door, heaving a long sigh of relief.

My own president really cares about Ms. Shen...

"Wait!"

Lin Dongxu patted his chest and was about to leave when Yufeng in the office stopped him.

Lin Dongxu opened the door and stretched out his head, "Mr. Yu, is there anything else?"

"How about the house I asked you to buy?"

"The best location in Lingcheng, next door to Miss Shen's house!" Lin Dongxu twitched his lips and smiled.

"En." Yufeng nodded in satisfaction, and waved his hand to let Lin Dongxu go.

Lin Dongxu shook his head with a broken smile, secretly lamenting whether Yufeng's paranoia was right or wrong.

In the final analysis, Shen Wanqing is already a wife and has a child. With Yufeng's status, she has a lot of wealthy daughters to choose from.

……

As the Spring Festival was approaching, there were several more heavy snowfalls, and Shen Wanqing lived in Yunxin for more than a week in a blink of an eye.

On this day, Shen Wanqing was wrapped in a down jacket and put on a hat, ready to go to the maternity checkup.

Originally, Yun Xin wanted to go with her, but who knew that the temporary artist director had arranged an errand, so Shen Wanqing had to go by herself.

The snow has melted, and the roads in the community are a bit slippery.

Shen Wanqing took every step cautiously, just after leaving the community, a black and flamboyant Ferrari stopped beside her, blocking her way.

Shen Wanqing frowned, watching the car door open, and the noble man in haute couture clothes walked in front of her step by step.

The sharp-edged face was sharp and angular, and the deep, star-like eyes were lustrous, looking down at her from above.

"What are you doing here?" Shen Wanqing squeezed her palms tightly, her throat felt a little dry.

"Get in the car." Ye Zhen urged coldly without answering.

"I'm going to have a maternity checkup, I don't have time!"

Shen Wanqing refused, passed the man and left, but was carried into the car by Ye Zhen domineeringly.

"Ye Zhen! Let me go, what on earth do you want to do? Even if you hate me and want to kill me, I'm pregnant with your child now, do you really want to make me miscarry?" Shen Wanqing blushed. He stared at Ye Zhen with aggrieved eyes, watching him buckle up his seat belt on his own, without any regard for her emotions, and wept aggrievedly.

Since she was pregnant, she has been depressed, and she wants to cry at every turn.

For the sake of the child in her womb, she tried her best to suppress her bad thoughts and think of some happy things to enlighten herself, but later found that she had nothing to be happy about at all...