Hidden Marriage Sweet Wife Palm Pet

Shen Yi clenched her hands slightly, "You did what happened to Lu Yuhong, right?"

"Hmm." He responded casually.

"The news on the news also..."

"I never disdain to use public opinion to deal with things." Feng Yucheng raised his chin arrogantly, "I just asked people to bid with Mingcheng and won a few of their projects."

As expected of Feng Yucheng, Feng Yucheng made such a big move when he made a move.

Shen Yi bit her lower lip: "Then Lu Yuhong appeared naked in the Hongjun Guild Hall to seek pleasure, so it must have been planned by you, right?"

Hearing this, Feng Yucheng raised his head and looked at her with a complicated expression: "I just let someone strip him naked and leave him behind Hongjun."

This is still light, he really wanted to destroy him for a moment, so that he would never touch Shen Yi's thoughts.

Shen Yi silently gave Feng Yucheng a thumbs up in her heart: "Thank you."

When Feng Yucheng heard the word "thank you", a strange expression appeared on his face: "I'm not for you, if something happens to you in the reception room, it will be our Feng family who will be hit in the face."

Frankly speaking, he really didn't think that much the moment he kicked open the door of the conference room.

He didn't know what dominated him at that time, he just felt furious and crazy.

He perfunctory himself in his heart, maybe it was really just for his own face.

Shen Yi let out a deep "Oh", convinced of his explanation.

Indeed, if Lu Yuhong had really done something to him, I'm afraid that the public opinion would be overwhelmingly pressing on her now.

Shen Yi took a breath, "Then I'll go out first, you remember to rest early."

After speaking, she turned and left.

Hearing the slight sound of closing the door, Feng Yucheng frowned tightly.

After putting down the contract, he picked up the fashion magazine on the side again.

This magazine is just another month's serialization of the magazine Tang Yajun brought back from abroad.

In this newspaper, he also found that face exactly like Jing Rui's.

The smile in the photo is sweet, and she is wearing a red velvet dress, which complements her graceful figure and adds a touch of charm.

The lower left corner of the photo marks the woman's name: Xin Yao, a Chinese-American model.

Jing Rui never wears this style of clothes.

If she is still alive, it is impossible not to come back to find herself.

Almost all existing clues are reminding Feng Yucheng that the woman in the photo cannot be Jing Rui at all.

But, are there really so many people who look so similar in this world?

The existence of Shen Yi already made him feel incredible.

Feng Yucheng stared at the person in the photo, his eyes dimmed a little bit.

No, he had to investigate this woman himself.

Even if she is not Jing Rui, at least he will not have any regrets in his heart.

The next day, when Shen Yi came to the company, she found that her colleagues suddenly became more polite to her. Even the colleagues who usually didn't pay her much attention began to show their kindness to her and pour coffee for her.

Shen Yi was "overwhelmed by flattery", but couldn't figure out the reason.

When she returned to the office yesterday afternoon, she had already told An Zhihua that Lu Yuhong would no longer cooperate with them, and she said it in front of the entire office.

Now that her project has been ruined, what's the point of them courting her?

Shen Yi sat back on her desk in confusion, and An Zhihua and Song Lina walked in from outside the office together.

Song Lina is in poor condition today, her complexion is sallow, she doesn't seem to have even put on makeup, and she looks extremely sluggish.

The strangest thing is that on a sultry summer day, she actually wore a thick silk scarf, and she felt sweaty just looking at it.

An Zhihua was still the same as before. As soon as he walked into the office, all his colleagues sat up straight and greeted him in unison.

"Hi, Manager An."

An Zhihua seemed to be in a good mood today, and smiled rarely.

"Although the project between our marketing department and GM is still in the end, but tonight's banquet is still going ahead, let's treat it as a reward for your hard work!"

After hearing this, everyone had joyful expressions on their faces.

An Zhihua is notoriously penny-pinching, he has always been the only one who picks off others, and it is really hard to get a penny out of him.

An Zhihua walked into his office with a refreshed look, and Shen Yi greeted him indifferently: "Hello, Manager An."

"Xiao Shen, your computer is too old, and it's useless to use your eyes. I have already registered with the logistics department, and I will send you a new computer in the afternoon."

For a moment, Shen Yi suspected that she had heard it wrong, that An Zhihua had changed her sex, and that she would be so kind.

"Xiao Shen, will you go to the banquet at Binjiang International tonight?"

Originally, Shen Yi didn't like to participate in such occasions, but after all, she was going to work in a department, so she kept her head down and didn't see her up.

It was not easy for her colleagues to loosen their attitude towards her. She should take advantage of the victory and pursue it, and use this opportunity to build a good relationship with her colleagues.

Thinking of this, she nodded: "I will go."

An Zhihua narrowed his eyes and smiled in satisfaction, then sat back behind his desk.

In a blink of an eye, it was already afternoon for work.

Most of the colleagues drove here by themselves, carpooling in twos and threes to Binjiang International.

In the end, only Shen Yi and Song Lina were left, and An Zhihua walked towards them.

"Xiao Shen, Lina, shall I send you two off?"

Shen Yi subconsciously refused: "No need for Manager An, I drove here by myself today."

In order to avoid suspicion, Shen Yi refused Feng Yucheng to drop him off every day, and picked a fairly low-key urban SUV from his garage to work.

"Sister Lina, please take my car." Shen Yi turned her body and sent a sincere invitation to Song Lina.

Song Lina glanced at An Zhihua, her voice was slightly weak: "Manager An, I'd better go with Shen Yi."

"Alright, then let's meet at Binjiang International."

Shen Yi took Song Lina into the car, and when Song Lina lowered her head to fasten her seat belt, the silk scarf around her neck was shrunk down by the seat belt.

Through the rearview mirror, Shen Yi happened to see the bruises and mottled marks on Song Lina's neck.

Her pupils tightened.

She could see that those marks were not the marks left by the kiss, but the scars that would appear after being beaten or pinched.

Lifting her lips, Shen Yi originally wanted to ask Song Lina if she needed her help.

But after thinking about it again, he and Song Lina were colleagues who had only met for a few days.

If people don't say anything, there are naturally people's reasons, so why should she ask too much.

Shen Yi looked back as if nothing had happened, started the engine, held the steering wheel steady and prepared to reverse.