No divorce! Mr. Lu knelt down and coaxed him every night.

After she finished speaking, she opened the door and got out of the car.

Regardless of his own embarrassment, Qiao Shiyan got out of the car and chased after her, but Meng Yan walked very fast, and she quickly got into a black RV on the opposite side...

The black body is colorfully reflected by neon lights.

His Xiao Yan was sitting in the car with no trace of nostalgia in his expression. Maybe he was wrong, he thought he could use He Yao to threaten her, but he forgot that his Xiaoyan was no longer the little girl she used to be.

She could be so cruel as to stab him!

Who is He Yao?

Qiao Shiyan stood in the night, melancholy for a long time. He just walked back to the car and sat down. He ignored his soaked trousers and sat in the driver's seat, slowly smoking a cigarette and thinking about Meng Yan.

In the span of a cigarette, he drove away.

He Yao, wearing a cool dress and 10-centimeter high heels, ran hard to follow, calling while running: "Mr. Qiao, Mr. Qiao..."

In fact, Qiao Shiyan saw her in the rearview mirror.

Very embarrassed!

But he didn't seem to see it, and drove the black Rolls-Royce Phantom away with a gloomy face... He Yao's figure behind him became smaller and smaller until he disappeared.

From this day on, He Yao lost his value.

She was left out, and Qiao Shiyan stopped talking to her——

She still didn't have a job, and Mr. Qiao didn't take her there even for entertainment and banquets. She chased Secretary Jin to find out why.

Hearing this, Secretary Jin raised his eyes and looked at He Yao intently.

After a while, she took out an old photo from the drawer and handed it to He Yao for her to see——

He Yao held the photo, her heart trembling.

22-year-old Meng Yan is slender and petite, with a delicate white face that is youthful and dazzling under Sheng Yang. In comparison, He Yao pales in comparison.

Secretary Jin said softly: "A man like Mr. Qiao has too many ambiguities in his heart. Only a truly innocent girl like Meng Yan can enter his heart and truly make him unforgettable and unlovable! Miss He, If you are smart and resign now, I can help you apply and get three months more salary."

He Yao didn't want to believe it.

The photo in her hand fell on the desk. She couldn't help but shake her head, as if she couldn't bear the blow. She asked Secretary Jin: "Am I a chess piece? Am I the tool of Mr. Qiao to anger Mrs. Qiao?"

Secretary Jin did not answer.

The answer is actually self-evident.

He Yao is unwilling to give in.

Over the past half month, she had become accustomed to the envious looks of others, and she herself thought that one day Qiao Shi would make further demands at the banquet. She didn't expect the truth to be so cruel. She was just a tool, she was nothing...

……

At eight o'clock in the evening, Qiao Shiyan took the CEO's special elevator and landed on the first floor.

He got into the car, and just as Secretary Jin was about to close the door for him, a man walked out of the corner.

It turned out to be He Yao.

He Yao walked up to her and said cautiously: "Mr. Qiao, I want to talk to you."

Secretary Jin scolded: "He Yao."

Qiao Shiyan raised his hand: "Secretary Jin, please get off work first!"

Secretary Jin had no choice but to leave.

There were only two of them in the huge parking lot. He Yao was very nervous and spoke in a low voice: "Mr. Qiao, I just want to know that I am in your heart..."

"It's nothing!"

Qiao Shiyan leaned back on the chair and spoke slowly: "Secretary He, I am a man with a wife! What do you think we can have?"

He Yao looked pale.

She didn't want to give up, and asked with a trembling voice: "But you took me to socialize, attend banquets, and introduce business partners to me."

Qiao Shiyan was still calm: "That's because you are my secretary."

He Yao understood.

He wanted to take advantage of her, but she took her seriously. He never showed sincerity from beginning to end.

Qiao Shiyan stretched out his hand to wipe the rearview mirror and said in a calmer tone: "I will ask the personnel department to send you a termination letter! I will compensate you for half a year's salary! That's it!"

After he finished speaking, the car window went up.

He Yao called him out loud: "Mr. Qiao! Mr. Qiao!"

But Qiao Shiyan had already driven away.

He looked down upon He Yao.

He has indeed always cared about He Mo and disliked He Mo, but in his heart He Mo is somewhat bloody and deserves a little respect from him, but for someone like He Yao, he feels that even looking at him is a waste.

On a spring night, he went to Meng Yan's gallery.

He was waiting for her on the roadside.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Meng Yan came out of the gallery. She saw Qiao Shiyan but pretended not to see it. She walked directly to her car, opened the door and got in.

She started the car.

Qiao Shiyan immediately got into the car, stepped on the accelerator and followed her car...

……

Meng Yan returned home and when she opened the door, she saw many gifts piled up all over the room.

Zhang Ma came over and said, "Sir, this is a gift!"

Seeing that his wife didn't say anything, Zhang Ma walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at it again, and then said, "She looks like Wang Baozhen! If it had been any other woman, she would have been so moved!"

Meng Yan sat at the dining table and ate some wontons.

Halfway through the meal, she raised her eyes and said softly: "I have long passed the age of being moved! Let these things be delivered to his company tomorrow! I don't want to have any unclear involvement with him."

Zhang Ma nodded: "Yes! We are not short of money now."

Meng Yan continued to eat the wontons.

Thunder roared late at night and it rained heavily.

Jinfan was sleeping soundly.

Xiao He Huan was awakened by the thunder and cried loudly.

Meng Yan picked up the little guy and coaxed her gently in her arms. She hummed a lullaby, probably her voice was too gentle. Little He Huan leaned in her arms and smiled slightly. Just looking at that smile made him feel that the years were peaceful.

Meng Yan coaxed her for a long time before reluctantly putting the child down.

She went to the bathroom.

When she came back, the night breeze blew in the cold air through the cracks in the window. She frowned slightly and walked over to close it... But when she walked to the window, she was obviously startled.

The rain fell like bamboo.

In the parking lot on the first floor, a black Rolls-Royce was parked there, its body stained by the rain.

The front of the car, the windows half down.

Between the slender fingers, a touch of scarlet is particularly eye-catching on a rainy night.

Meng Yan watched quietly.

There was the sound of rain all around, but her world was filled with the stupidity of her past love. She didn't know what Qiao Shiyan wanted to do. She hurt people so much that she was so affectionate now. Who could show it to her? Woolen cloth!

Meng Yan was about to close the curtain.

Qiao Shiyan raised his eyes and looked this way.

On a rainy night, our eyes met.

He was wearing a snow-white shirt, his hair was combed meticulously, and he still had the same sharp face as before. What once deeply attracted her was now plain and tasteless in her eyes.

Meng Yan watched for a long time and closed the curtains.

The rain keeps falling.

Qiao Shiyan's dark eyes were filled with disappointment. He took out his mobile phone and dialed her number, but Meng Yan turned it off...

She doesn't see him!

She refused to answer his call!