Flash Marriage Wife: The Cold-Blooded President Dotes Too Much

After a while, the figure approached the bed, gently touching her forehead with his hand, as if deliberately helping her smooth the messy hair behind her ears.

His movements were very gentle and somewhat cautious.

An Xiaojing didn't resist either, she just closed her eyes and breathed evenly.

Who can understand that she has only lost a child, and she is half asleep and half awake.

Slowly, the man moved his hand away, and there was some slight movement on the bed. She could feel the corner of the quilt being lifted, mixed with the coolness brought by the rainy night, and the body that crawled into the quilt curled up slightly. Get close to yourself.

But she was so tired that she didn't even want to move.

After that, a pair of strong arms gently wrapped around her body.

Nothing more.

And all the coldness just now was dispelled by his somewhat warm body, and An Xiaojing heard a very small voice in her ear.

The man said: I'm sorry!

However, she was too tired to respond to this voice in time, and her breathing became deeper and more even.

Night, slowly silent.

When I woke up, a ray of sunlight came through the window, as if it had sprinkled a layer of gold on the whole room.

An Xiaojing looked out the window, the sun was shining brightly.

Sure enough, the rain is over and the sky is clear. Yesterday's rain was so dripping, and today's sunshine has become even brighter.

Leng Yichen has already returned to the Imperial Group, but in front of him is another problem.

The news of An Xiaojing's miscarriage spread like wildfire. Sure enough, as I first guessed, the person behind the scenes who attacked An Xiaojing's miscarriage had already sent the news through the Orange Evening News.

When he walked out of the gate of the Imperial Group, the media and reporters flocked in.

"Master Leng, may I ask, is what the Orange Evening News said true? Why was there no news at all before?"

"Is it related to your current maternity and baby products?"

"How is Young Mistress Leng doing now?"

All kinds of tricky questions came to him, Leng Yichen looked at the media with an unexpectedly calm expression.

He has seen more brutal media interviews than this, and the reporter asked questions in a hostile manner, but that was many years ago.

"Thank you for your concern. Mrs. Leng did have a miscarriage, but it has nothing to do with pregnancy and baby products. That's all I can say. I hope everyone can focus on more valuable things!"

He understands that it is best not to say too much in front of the media.

But obviously, the people around were not satisfied with the answer, and when they wanted to continue exerting their strength, Chengfeng suddenly stood up from the side, blocking Leng Yichen from behind.

"Everyone, our president has said everything he can say, and this matter ends here."

As soon as Chengfeng finished speaking, all kinds of security guards from the Imperial Group also came up to stop the reporters.

What Leng Yichen left for everyone was only an indifferent back, slowly disappearing from everyone's sight.

In the office, Chengfeng's forehead and palms were covered with cold sweat. He had followed Leng Yichen's request before and blocked the news of An Xiaojing's miscarriage, but this time, he was still kicked out by the Orange Evening News.

"Master, it is said that Lafayette Su also knew about the miscarriage of the young mistress."

"Oh?" Leng Yichen glanced at Chengfeng, but this is all reasonable.

An Xiaojing's miscarriage was a major event, even if the Orange Evening News didn't mention it, Su Muying would have told that woman.

"Then what's her attitude?" Leng Yichen continued to ask, he wanted to hear what Chengfeng had inquired about.

"Well, I haven't met her, so I don't know her attitude. However, I heard that the 20.00% of the shares she originally gave to the young master will be taken back."

Chengfeng is a little reluctant to talk about it, but this is the current situation.

"Take it back?" A cold light suddenly appeared in Leng Yichen's eyes. If Chengfeng didn't mention this matter, he would have even forgotten that Lafayette had promised to give 20.00% of the shares in his hand to An The child in Xiaojing's stomach.

Now it seems that the money still has to stay in the woman's hands.

"Master, could the third force you have been suspecting be the Lafayette?"

Chengfeng spoke suddenly.

"Why do you say that?" Leng Yichen asked, his eyes looked out of the window, there was an image of An Xiaojing holding a baby on the advertising screen of the Empire Group.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, facing the virtual picture, but felt his heart beating faster.

It's only been a morning, it seems like it's been a long time.

"The Su family was originally at the bottom of the major families in the imperial capital, and there was no hostility. However, Lafayette owns 20.00% of the shares of the Imperial Group. This is not a small amount. If she wants to monopolize it, it will definitely attract gossip. Give the name of love to the young master, and you will win a burst of appreciation."

"She has that thought?" Leng Yichen still stared at the LED screen outside the window.

"But now that the young master is gone, the 20.00% shares will be taken back by Lafayette as a matter of course."

"What you said is not completely wrong." Leng Yichen's eyes slowly retracted, and then, there was an invisible layer of blindness covering them, and the eyes that flowed out showed a trace of bottomlessness.

Chengfeng's judgment is of course not groundless, it seems that he has to go to Su's house again.

"By the way, keep looking for that woman!" He raised his head slightly, and Chengfeng followed Leng Yichen's eyes knowingly and looked over, there was a charming woman outside the office with a pure and harmless appearance .

She was still holding a lot of file bags in her hand, she didn't look inside, but lowered her head, thinking about something.

"Currently, there is some discrepancy between this woman's age and information. I will check again, young master!"

"Okay, there must be something wrong with this woman!" Leng Yichen turned his sullen eyes on the woman outside the glass door, feeling a little ridiculed and contemptuous in his heart, and she couldn't wear any more.

The skirt was almost at the base of her thighs, did she have to wear this as the president's secretary?

Is it to seduce yourself?Or maintain relationships with Imperial Group clients?

However, these were not his top concerns.

Once this woman is found out by myself, she will not be able to stand at the door of her office today.

Chengfeng bid farewell to Leng Yichen, and when he walked out of the office, that woman came in, but she deliberately bumped into Chengfeng's arm.

But the big man doesn't care about women, Chengfeng snorted coldly.

"President, you have to look over the latest financial statement yourself!" Xing Yuan's face was full of joy, and the hesitant look that he stood outside just now disappeared.