The president's wife is from the devil's sect

Ever since she came to the big city, Zhao Qingqing must have been slowly bewitched by these things. It is no wonder that all the things in the big city are fresh. For a person who has never seen the world, it seems to be very strange. Want to try everything.

Especially when she was still in love at this age, if she saw a handsome man pursuing her, she would definitely fall in love with him directly.

Thinking back when Zhao Qingwu first came to this big city, she also felt it was very strange, but she could withstand the temptation, looking at Zhao Qingqing's appearance, she might not be able to withstand the temptation.

"Haven't you ever thought that this man is not sincere to you at all? Do you know that he looks down on you with his status." Zhao Qingwu's words were not malicious, nor did he say he looked down on you. Zhao Qingqing's appearance, but Zhao Qingqing felt uncomfortable when he heard it

Zhao Qingqing had already complained a little to Zhao Qingwu, but when she heard Zhao Qingwu say that Shen Jiaxing didn't like her status, she felt that Zhao Qingwu was deliberately making fun of herself.

At first, Zhao Qingqing also felt that she was not worthy of Shen Jiaxing, so she kept changing her clothes, even her attire changed a lot, who knew that she was not as good as anything in her heart.

"Senior Sister, I really don't know what I can't compare to him? Aren't all identities like this, what else can I have, do you think the two of us are so bad?" Zhao Qingqing said At that time, the tone of voice was already very unpleasant, and there was something wrong with the way he looked at Zhao Qingwu.

Even though Zhao Qingwu has felt that the sisterhood between herself and Zhao Qingqing has changed, she still has to say what she thinks in her heart

"How did you promise me back then that I would never have any contact with Shen Jiaxing again?"

"Senior sister, I have grown up, can you stop meddling in my affairs, you can be as good as your brother-in-law, why can't I be as good as him? I am no longer a three-year-old child, can you Let me have a little opinion?"

Zhao Qingwu kept his mouth shut, but Zhao Qingqing just didn't listen to him, and in the end there was really nothing he could do.

"Do you really want to make yourself regret for the rest of your life? If you really want to make yourself regret for the rest of your life, just go on like this."

Zhao Qingqing didn't think she had any regrets, because he felt that Shen Jiaxing didn't treat her badly like Zhao Qingwu said, but she still felt that Zhao Qingwu's words should be jealous of herself, seeing that she could She must have felt unbalanced in her heart after receiving these honors and benefits.

As a result of this conversation, the two of them still had a very unpleasant conversation, and they broke up after talking like this. Later, Zhao Qingwu asked Zhao Qingqing where she lived now, but Zhao Qingqing ignored him and did not answer her words. , The sisterhood between the two slowly changed.

Zhao Qingwu didn't know what to say after much deliberation, so he could only watch Zhao Qingqing leave as soon as he said it, and the gap in his heart was still quite big.

……

Shen Fengchen was dealing with matters in the company, suddenly someone at the front desk came over and said he wanted to find him, Shen Fengchen thought that he didn't have an appointment today, so he felt a little strange: "Who?"

"I don't know this person either." The secretary really doesn't know him at all, "But I can see his tone of voice, as if he knows you very well, President."

"Really?" Shen Fengchen didn't know who it was, but there was a strong premonition in his heart that prompted him to go downstairs immediately.

He finally saw this man who said he knew him very well, sitting there grandly, dressed very plainly, and smoking that old-fashioned cigarette with his legs crossed.

The middle-aged man looked like he was in his 60s or [-]s, with messy hair and old-fashioned clothes. Even the cigarettes he smoked had no brand at all, and they seemed to have come out of a ravine.

When Shen Fengchen saw him like this, he let go of all his pretensions as the president, and walked over slowly: "I don't know why this old gentleman is looking for me."

The middle-aged man finally saw Shen Fengchen at this time, and he pointed at the other person's face, but his brain was not working properly, and he couldn't think of the other person's name all of a sudden: "Your name is that..."

"Shen Fengchen." Shen Fengchen declared his family name.

After the middle-aged man heard it, he stopped immediately, patted himself on the back of the head, and then nodded, smiling while nodding: "Yes, yes, that's the name, are you him?"

Shen Fengchen sat on the sofa next to him, looked at his appearance that seemed to be really familiar to him, and asked politely: "I don't know what the old man wants from me?"

The middle-aged man stood up, and then turned around beside him, staring at him closely with that very scrutinizing gaze, and stroking his raised beard from time to time.

He was still smacking his tongue while watching, and then touched his chin from time to time, as if he was thinking. Shen Fengchen looked a little weird with his eyes, but he never could understand from this middle-aged man. The man smelled a little familiar.

"How about we go to the conference room to talk?"

"No need, no need, I'll just talk here." The middle-aged man smoked a cigarette regardless of the no-smoking sign written here. His old-fashioned cigarette smoke is particularly heavy. For a while, the surrounding area was full of smog.

Later, the secretary carefully reminded him that smoking is not allowed here, but the other party obviously didn't listen to the secretary's words.

It stands to reason that there is no need for the secretary to be so polite to a strange man. If he didn't see that the president seemed to regard him as a very important guest, he would never have said such words.

"Can't you smoke?" The middle-aged man ignored the secretary, because he knew that the secretary's identity was not important at all. Instead, he turned his head and asked Shen Fengchen, who immediately said, "Mr. Bar."

Impossible, CEO, a person who hates wild game so much would actually let a person smoke here, especially since this is a large market, with many people coming and going, if they are seen, wouldn't it be a loss of face for the company?

The secretary was nothing more than a secretary, and he wouldn't say much, so he just silently stopped talking.

"Did you see it? Your master asked me to smoke."

The secretary felt very strange. This man was dressed in rags and looked like a country bumpkin. How could the president treat him so well?