The cold and charming wife of the ruthless president

New Town Apartments.

A woman's weak voice of apology came from the bedroom, "Azhen, I'm sorry... I know that my grandpa will be furious if I call you so late, and my sister will be angry too, but I just can't help it... I can't help but want to see you "Am I being too selfish?"

Every time Shen Qiao uttered a word, Ye Zhen's heart ached a little. Under the dim lamp, her pale face was like snow-white paper, but her slender eyebrows and bright eyes made him feel pity for her even more fragilely.

Shen Qiao is not as attractive as Shen Lu Wanqing. Her beauty is like Xiaojiabiyu's shallow stream, which penetrates into his heart bit by bit.

Harmless to humans and animals, not non-aggressive.

And Shen Wanqing is arrogant, arrogant, selfish, even if she has a good-looking skin, how can she compare to his Qiao Qiao.

Ye Zhen gently held Shen Qiao's hand, moved her fingertips slightly, stroked away the crystals in her eyes, and said coldly, "What right does she have to be angry with you? If she didn't scheme against me..."

"Ah Zhen, stop talking..."

Before Ye Zhen finished speaking, she was covered by Shen Qiao's outstretched fingertips. She closed her eyes tightly, and the tears in her eyes fell down her beautiful face in an instant. That lonely and desperate sigh was like The burning coals burned at the tip of Ye Zhen's heart.

"Take the medicine and have a good rest. I'll stay with you tonight." Ye Zhen stretched out his hand and rubbed Shen Qiao's hot forehead, with a gentle tone, and deep affection in his star-like eyes.

"Okay..." Shen Qiao pursed her lips, nodded movedly, and a cold light flashed across her slightly drooping eyes.

At this moment, a bell rang outside the closed door, and Ye Zhen's face turned cold, "Your sister is here to bring you chicken soup."

"It's so late, my sister still..." Shen Qiao's eyes trembled, and tears fell from her self-blame, her eyes were full of emotion.

Ye Zhen sneered, and held Shen Qiao's hand, "No matter how much she does, it will not be able to make up for the harm you have suffered for her. Qiao Qiao, I will not allow you to blame yourself."

Ye Zhen walked out of the bedroom and opened the door.

Outside the door, there was a thin woman with her back straight, her clear and unruly face was indifferent, and her eyes were even more indifferent and silent.

Shen Qiao stood with her body supported by the door frame, looked at Shen Wanqing's pale but still delicate and beautiful face, and clenched her palms bit by bit.

"Sister..." She shouted hoarsely, with indescribable cowardice, and her pitiful appearance seemed to have suffered a great grievance.

Shen Wanqing's eyebrows twitched, and a disgusting emotion was unabashedly revealed in her eyes. She had always pretended to be such a harmless white lotus, and took everything from her without any scruple.

The red lips parted slightly, and before she could sarcastically speak, Ye Zhen snorted coldly and snatched the chicken soup from her hand.

"It's been so long since you came here, are you deliberately trying to starve Jojo?"

Shen Wanqing pursed her lips, looked at the exquisitely decorated and warm apartment, and watched her husband gently walking towards Shen Qiao, with dense pain in her heart, she stretched out her hand tremblingly, grabbed the collar of her chest, He stood there motionless, panting with difficulty.

Shen Qiao lowered her eyes slightly, looking at Shen Wanqing's lonely and painful back, her heart felt relieved.

Ye Zhen hugged her waist intimately, helped her to sit on the sofa in the living room, then opened the thermos carefully, poured out the fragrant chicken soup, and fed her thoughtfully.

Shen Qiao smiled sweetly, "The chicken soup cooked by my sister is still so delicious."

Shen Wanqing's throat was astringent, and she stood stiffly at the door without speaking.

Suddenly, the smile on Shen Qiao's face stopped, and Mei Feng twisted into a ball in pain, "A Zhen, my stomach hurts so much!"

"What's wrong?!" Ye Zhen's warm face was suddenly cloudy and cold, his gaze stabbed Shen Wanqing's body like a knife, as if cutting her flesh one by one.