Entering the wrong room, I became pregnant with the twins of the richest man

Qiao Zhichu's smile was a little hard to maintain.

She didn't expect that Song Weiyi could be so cruel to her and show no mercy to her at all.

Not to mention whether she can get into his heart, it’s hard to say whether she can maintain her position beside him.

"Boss Sun," Qiao Zhichu calmed herself down, "I'm still single and have never been in a relationship. You have a family, so it's not appropriate."

Someone else laughed and said, "Boss Song, where did you find this secretary? It's hard to believe that she's still single when she's so pretty."

Song Weiyi also laughed: "I didn't find it, she found it herself."

"Come on, come on," Mr. Sun had already forced the wine glass into Qiao Zhichu's hand, "Everyone is watching, don't spoil the fun."

Actually, there is nothing wrong with the wedding wine.

What Qiao Zhichu was worried about was that after she agreed, Mr. Sun would make even more excessive demands.

And Song Weiyi didn't help her from beginning to end.

Her face was already stiff from smiling and she was starting to feel the alcohol. The people around her were cheering and watching the show.

Looking at the greasy appearance of Mr. Sun in front of her, Qiao Zhichu moved her wrist and was about to raise her hand to pour the glass of wine over, when a pair of hands with slightly calloused skin reached out, wrapped around her five fingers, and took the wine glass.

Qiao Zhichu turned around and saw Song Weiyi's handsome face.

He took a step forward, took her behind him, and took the wine glass from her hand: "I almost forgot, I just signed a contract with Mr. Sun two days ago, this glass of wine can't be served by the secretary."

Mr. Sun was stunned for a moment.

Song Weiyi suddenly came forward, and although he said some polite words, he was actually trying to help Qiao Zhichu out of the predicament.

It seems that a secretary is more than just a secretary.

What’s more, Mr. Song is still unwilling to let him go.

Qiao Zhichu looked at Song Weiyi's back and wanted to pour the glass of wine directly on his head.

As soon as Song Weiyi showed up, no one dared to embarrass Qiao Zhichu anymore.

She finished the round of toasts smoothly and sat back in her seat, her stomach churning.

The man next to her was talking about company business. Qiao Zhichu lowered her head and started eating.

Perhaps because she was too quiet, Song Weiyi was a little surprised. He glanced back at her, sat up straight, and whispered, "Can't stand it anymore?"

"No," she took a bite of shrimp, "I can drink it even if we toast again. I just don't know why Mr. Song showed up just now."

"You spilled that glass of wine on me, and it caused me a lot of damage."

"Mr. Song, do you still care about these things?" Qiao Zhichu said, "Mr. Sun has been fawning on you and flattering you ever since he met you."

It is clear at a glance who has a higher status and who has a lower status.

"I didn't say I lost money," Song Weiyi replied, "I lost you."

Qiao Zhichu paused while holding the chopsticks.

Indeed, if she spilled the glass of wine, she would have no reason to stay with Song Weiyi anymore.

But at that time, her temper flared up and she couldn't care less.

Let's talk about it after you finish pouring it.

Although Qiao Zhichu is now down and out, she has lived a carefree life as a rich lady for the past sixteen years and has never suffered such humiliation.

She thought, let it go, and then think of another way to get close to Song Weiyi.

He does this...

Qiao Zhichu was secretly shocked and glanced at his expression secretly and carefully.

Could it be that he discovered something?

No, it's unlikely. No matter how Song Weiyi investigates, her background is clean and there is no fault in her.

She took on someone else's identity.

She is the orphan Qiao Zhichu.