The cold and charming wife of the ruthless president

Shen Wanqing patted her reddened cheeks, hooked her slender arms on Yun Xin's shoulders, and her slightly coquettish voice made her body go limp because of drunkenness, "Call him for him, Han Yichen has helped us many times."

"Okay, I got it." Yun Xin replied sullenly, and then called a substitute driver.

Because she often attends receptions to socialize, Yun Xin has the driver's number stored on her mobile phone.

Yun Xin carried Shen Wanqing to the gate of the clubhouse, and Han Yichen followed. When the cold wind blew, the drunken people became more sober.

Zhou Xiao had already been taken away by his assistant, and almost everyone in the production team left, except Zheng Xuanxuan and her assistant were also waiting at the door.

Zheng Xuanxuan's eyes flickered as she looked at the three people standing together, but she didn't speak.

At this time, the driving master Yun Xin called came, greeted Yun Xin politely, glanced at Shen Wanqing and Han Yichen indifferently and smiled, "Miss Yun."

"Uncle Zhao, I'll give you the car keys. The car is parked on the side of the road that turns left ahead. I'm going to trouble you again today." Because she has cooperated many times, Yun Xin believed in the character of the substitute driver. He simply threw the key in his hand into the master's arms.

"No problem!" The master smiled, picked up the key and drove.

Zheng Xuanxuan stood aside, so silently that she elbowed the little assistant, her eyes sharpened.

The little assistant hurriedly lowered her head, covered the phone with her bag, and took a quick shot of Shen Wanqing and Han Yichen, especially when the three of them got into the car, they were pushed forward by Zheng Xuanxuan and took a picture A few clear close-ups.

Yun Xin only cared about the drunken Shen Wanqing and Han Yichen, and didn't notice that someone had secretly photographed them.

The door slammed shut with a bang, and as soon as the accelerator was stepped on, the car had already driven away.

The woman's gloomy voice sounded: "Did you take pictures?"

"Take it, it's taken." The little assistant nodded immediately and handed the phone to Zheng Xuanxuan.

Zheng Xuanxuan lowered her eyelids, and glanced at her phone, "Save the photos, I'll use them a lot."

"Okay...okay..." The little assistant nodded timidly, her thick flat bangs covered the disgust in her eyes, and carefully put the phone into her pocket.

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After Yunxin sent Han Yichen home, she took Shen Wanqing back to her apartment, because there was still a commercial for snacks to be filmed tomorrow morning, and Shen Wanqing was drunk, so it would be more convenient and safe to pick them up at home.

Yun Xin put Shen Wanqing on the sofa, then went to the kitchen to peel an apple and cook a bowl of hangover soup.

Shen Wanqing's confused voice came from the living room, mixed with deep sadness.

"Ye Zhen...Ye Zhen..."

"Why...why don't you like me..."

"Woooooo...Ye Zhen..."

Wearing an apron, Yun Xin leaned against the kitchen door, watching Shen Wanqing lying sprawled on the sofa, blushing, muttering to herself continuously, and sighing silently.

"You talk free and easy, but in your heart you can't forget that scumbag at all. You're trying so hard to expose Shen Qiao's true face and let Ye Zhen come back to you..."

Shen Wanqing fell asleep in a daze, her eyelashes were already wet, Yun Xin saw it and walked back to the kitchen silently to pack the boiled hangover soup, and then brought it out to Shen Wanqing to drink.

Her faint eyes fell on Shen Wanqing's cell phone that fell on the ground, it was past one o'clock in the morning, and she didn't see that scumbag sending a message to ask.