The cold and charming wife of the ruthless president

After Zheng Xuanxuan and Shen Wanqing arrived, the door of the venue opened, and Han Yichen walked in swaggeringly with Lin Yi, his dazzling blue broken hair dazzled people's eyes, he was wearing a light apricot-colored big-name windbreaker, and his sinister and charming face Showing a handsome and bohemian smile, he blinked ambiguously when he looked at Shen Wanqing who was sitting at the front of the stage.

When he appeared on the stage, the ladies present gave out a burst of amazing shouts. The charm of traffic niche student Han Yichen should not be underestimated.

That face alone has become a sharp weapon to cut people's hearts.

Han Yichen walked up to Shen Wanqing and sat down, smiled and extended his hand to greet everyone present, without the slightest sense of embarrassment affected by the scandal, and still faced everything with ease as before.

Shen Wanqing suddenly felt a little envious, envied him for not being surprised by honor or disgrace, envied him for being free and easy.

"Although I'm very disappointed, it's been eight years, do you really have no memory of me at all?" Han Yichen looked at the reporters in the audience with a smile, and a low voice of complaints rang in Shen Wanqing's ears.

Shen Wanqing was startled, and looked at the man's fair and delicate side face suddenly, his blushing lips hooked into a seductive smile, which made her frown, not understanding what Han Yichen meant.

He suddenly put away his smile, as indifferent as if nothing happened, "Ah... It's been eight years, and it's been six years since you and Yufeng separated..."

Shen Wanqing froze in place, her heart was beating wildly, the blood all over her body was boiling hot, rushing madly towards her brain.

She stared closely at the man in front of her, that strange face suddenly overlapped with an immature face in her memory.

She suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist tightly, ignoring the surprised gazes of everyone present, just looking at him with burning eyes, her throat was dry, as uncomfortable as being stuffed with a ball of cotton.

"...Zhixia..."

"Zhixia..." Shen Wanqing's eyes turned red and her whole body trembled.

Han Yichen's official age is 25 years old, but Zhixia was only 16 years old back then. If Han Yichen was Zhixia, then he should be 23, not 25.

He would always follow behind him, calling his sister over and over again.

"Shen Wanqing, what are you crazy about?" Han Yichen frowned, and indifferently pulled away Shen Wanqing's hand that was holding him. There were inexplicable emotions in those blue eyes, as if the sigh just now was just Shen Wanqing's hallucination.

Shen Wanqing, who was sitting under the stage, changed her face slightly, and immediately took a water glass, pretending to deliver water, walked up to Shen Wanqing, and asked in a low voice, "Wanqing, what's wrong with you? It's the conference site now, you can adjust your mentality for me, If there is anything, we will wait until the press conference is over."

Shen Wanqing woke up suddenly, put away her thoughts, but her eyes still stayed on Han Yichen from time to time.

"Wow--" With a sound, the originally crowded crowd dispersed, only to hear a sentence from the door, "Let's go, let's go, Mr. Yu is here! Mr. Yu is here!"

"Which Chief?"

"Of course it's President Yu of Huatian Film and Television! You ignorant fool!"

Yun Xin glanced at Shen Wanqing worriedly, "I'm going down first, you clear up all your emotions for me, you can't lose in today's situation!"

"I know..." Shen Wanqing replied blankly, and Qi Ji's eyes fell on the door.

The tall and straight figure was slowly engraved in the eyes, and the mist surged up instantly. Shen Wanqing sat in a daze, and the sun shone into the withered and dead heart at this moment.

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