Hidden Marriage Sweet Wife Palm Pet

The phone buzzed, Lu Yuhong came back to his senses, took out a phone from his coat pocket, saw the caller subconsciously frowned, hesitated for a few seconds, and pressed to answer.

"Yuxi, don't make trouble, okay, you have to think about the company, think about me, and then explain that I will show up with you tomorrow..."

The voice gradually faded away, and the words behind were completely inaudible.

Shen Yi came out from the darkness, looked at Lu Yuhong's figure mockingly, and had a faint plan in his heart.

"Lu Yuhong is gone?" A low magnetic voice suddenly came from the receiver.

Shen Yi belatedly remembered that she was still on the phone, and subconsciously nodded.

"Huh?" Feng Yucheng raised his tone slightly, with doubts.

Shen Yi realized that the other party couldn't see her movements through the phone, and helplessly supported her forehead, "He's gone."

There was a knock on the study door, Su Qiao put down her coffee, and looked hesitantly at Feng Yucheng who was on the phone.

Feng Yucheng glanced at her, his eyes were cold and impatient, he found a piece of white paper and pushed it over, and tapped the white paper twice with his slender fingertips, with a hint of warning.

Su Qiao hurriedly found a pen and wrote a paragraph on the white paper, and respectfully sent it to the past.

Feng Yucheng glanced at it with downcast eyes, his brows furrowed into a word "Chuan".

"Master, Mrs. Zhou is bringing Miss Qiao over."

What is Tang Yajun going to do again?
Feng Yucheng waved his hand irritably to drive Su Qiao away, and when he spoke to the phone again, he was a little annoyed, "Aren't you going back?"

Shen Yi was stunned for a moment, then murmured, "Just about to go back, that's why you called?"

No.

Two words popped out of Feng Yucheng's mind suddenly, a trace of confusion appeared in his eyes, he rubbed his forehead with a headache, "Go back early, don't forget your real purpose of going to Yancheng, send me a text message when you get home."

"Oh, I see." Shen Yi's tone was a little cold and perfunctory, and she ended the call after scribbling.

Shen Yi was not very happy, but she couldn't figure out the root cause, it could only be attributed to drinking too much wine.

Back at the apartment, she washed her face hastily, lay down on the bed and passed out.

But he didn't know that in a city thousands of miles away, someone waited for her text message until the early morning.

Early the next morning, Shen Yi glanced at her watch and hurried out of the elevator.

"Ma'am." Outside the gate, Song Yu waved at Shen Yi.

Shen Yi walked over curiously, "Why did you come here so early, did something urgent happen?"

"Boss Feng asked me to bring it to you." Song Yu handed Shen Yi a car key, and took two wrong steps to the side, revealing the car behind.

It's a very low-key Volkswagen car, the style is obviously very new, it should be bought not long ago.

Shen Yi returned the car keys to Song Yu, "I'm just the director of the marketing department dispatched from the headquarters. Having my own car in Yancheng will arouse suspicion."

"President Feng gave it to you, I have no right to take it back." Song Yu refused to answer, and reminded Shen Yi, "I need to remind you, if you delay for a while, you may be late."

The company is not far from her company, and it takes more than ten minutes by car.

Considering the consequences of being late, Shen Yi didn't hesitate, and hurriedly opened the car door and got in.

After arriving at the company, it was almost eight o'clock in a few seconds, and Shen Yika stepped into the marketing department.

There were still many scrutinizing eyes today, Shen Yi raised her eyes to look over, smiled slightly, and began to design a marketing plan.

Zheng Xinyan didn't come in the morning, and Shen Yi overheard a colleague in the office saying that Zheng Xinyan got drunk last night and was finally carried back by the assistant.

Only then did Shen Yi know that Zheng Xinyan was divorced and her son was raised by her husband.

"Director Shen, you were the one who paid the bill last night, right?" Zheng Xinyan's assistant Xiao Zhao came over.

"Well, I left early last night, and I should pay for the meal."

With An Zhihua's lessons learned from the past, Shen Yi is still careful, and the relationship with colleagues in the department is not close but not alienated.

"Actually, you don't need to pay, we have a company!"

Xiao Zhao blinked meaningfully at Shen Yi, and put down the invoice in his hand.

Shen Yi wasn't surprised, and picked up the receipt with a smile, "I see."

After Xiao Zhao left, Shen Yi looked at the invoice and sighed softly.

The cultural and working atmosphere of the branch is not optimistic.

In the evening, Feng Yucheng took off his coat while walking and stepped into the living room. He raised his eyes and saw two people in the living room, and his expression darkened instantly.

Qiao Ning happily walked up to Feng Yucheng, and said in a sweet voice, "Brother Yucheng, you are back, you must be tired after working so late!"

"Why are you here?"

Feng Yucheng ignored Qiao Ning. Since the last family banquet, the relationship between him and Qiao Ning's brother and sister has completely faded.

If it wasn't for Tang Yajun's face, Qiao Ning would have been kicked out of the old house long ago.

"Brother Yu Cheng, are you unhappy that we're here? Mom hasn't seen you for so long, and I miss you!" Qiao Ning pursed her mouth, and stretched out her hand to hug Feng Yucheng's arm.

Feng Yucheng pulled out his arm calmly, and glanced at Qiao Ning coldly, "Pay attention to your identity."

His disgusted look fell into Qiao Ning's eyes, like a sharp knife stabbing her heart.

"Brother Yu Cheng..."

Tang Yajun frowned, scolded Qiao Ning for being stupid, and interrupted, "Xiao Ning, go to the kitchen to see how the soup is cooking!"

Qiao Ning's eyes lit up, "Brother Yucheng, Mom asked the nanny in the old house to cook soup for you, and you will have to drink a few more bowls later."

"Understood." Feng Yucheng responded perfunctorily, not noticing that Tang Yajun and Qiao Ning looked at each other meaningfully.

"What's the matter here?"

After adulthood, Feng Yucheng seldom spends time alone with Tang Yajun, and the number of times the mother and son contact each other can be counted on the fingers of the fingers.

Tang Yajun heard the impatience in Feng Yucheng's words, and said displeasedly, "You are my son, so I can't come and see you!"

"After reading it, let's go, it's getting late." Feng Yucheng issued the order to evict the guests.

Tang Yajun lowered her face, and just about to say something, Qiao Ning came out, followed by Su Qiao who was holding a soup pot.

"Brother Yu Cheng, the soup is ready!"

"I ate before I came back, I'm not hungry." Feng Yucheng didn't even give Qiao Ning a look, and turned to go upstairs.

A flash of panic flashed in Qiao Ning's eyes, she glanced anxiously at Tang Yajun, and said aggrievedly, "Brother Yu Cheng, Mom brought this from home specially, you can drink a bowl!"

"Yu Cheng, do you want to reject me even if you want to do this?" Tang Yajun called Feng Yucheng eagerly, her tone matched with sadness.

Feng Yucheng stopped abruptly, turned around and walked back to the dining table.

"I'm coming!" Qiao Ning pushed Su Qiao away with a happy face, took the empty bowl on the table filled with soup and handed it to Feng Yucheng, "Brother Yucheng, it's hot, be careful."

Feng Yucheng glanced at Qiao Ning, took the soup bowl, and said in a cold tone, "After the soup, you all go back."

The smile on Qiao Ning's face froze, bitterness spread in her heart, she bit her lips lightly, and glanced at Tang Yajun from the corner of her eye.