"What? Lost me?!!! I spend so much money to support you and I can't do anything right!!!"

From a certain pavilion in the back garden of Zhou's house, a man's low roar could be heard from time to time, which was especially harsh in this silent night.

"Where's the locator?!!! The locator of the mobile phone...what? Didn't you take the phone with you?!!"

Zhou Hongchuan looked a little irritable and restless.

Since returning to China, he always had a bad premonition, and as Song Qinghe's woman frequently came in and out of the house, this uneasiness gradually amplified, forcing him to find someone to monitor her whereabouts.

And tonight, when he received the news that Song Qinghe had left his surveillance range, he immediately rushed back from the wine table.

It has been more than four hours since Song Qinghe went out, and she has not been seen from the Song family.

Song Qinghe didn't have many friends in China, and since she often stayed in Buddhist halls to chant sutras, most of Le Vent's affairs were left to her subordinates.

The Zhou family is doing well abroad, partly because of the Moshi Society established by Le Vent and his daughter Xinya.

The former increased his reputation, and the latter made money for him, making the Zhou family's career abroad smooth.

Now in China, many wealthy business families in the country have already established a solid foundation, which makes the Zhou family's development in China far worse than before.

The brand Le Vent founded by Song Qinghe has gradually turned to the domestic market, and Zhou Hongchuan must make good use of this weight.

But the child who has been dead for more than twenty years has always been a thorn in the side between the two.

Zhou Hongchuan, the person involved in this matter, had already dealt with it long ago. He expected that the woman Song Qinghe would not be able to find anything.

Although most of the Zhou family's property is now in his hands, the second wife has been staring at him eagerly, always wanting to tear a piece of flesh from him.

She originally wanted to hold the shares of Le Vent in her hands, but after enduring the humiliation in front of Song Qinghe for so long, her attitude towards him was as usual, still extremely cold, like a cold machine without flesh and blood.

"Sir, madam is back."

The butler's voice came from not far away. Zhou Hongchuan suppressed the anger in his heart and his face returned to its usual friendly appearance.

"understood."

In the living room, Song Qinghe walked to the sofa and sat down.

The servant brought a cup of tea and placed it in front of her.

Song Qinghe nodded slightly, his face indifferent, but he could not hide the pure beauty of the woman from the bottom of her heart.

As soon as she took a sip of tea, Song Qinghe saw a man in a suit and leather shoes walking in hastily, his face full of worry, "Qinghe, why are you back so late? You don't have your mobile phone with you. You don't know how worried I am that something will happen. What should I do?"

Song Qinghe listened to the man's hypocritical words, and the corner of his mouth curled up with a sarcastic arc.

He put the teacup in his hand back on the coffee table without even raising his eyelids. "A teacher asked me to accompany her to an event. I had nothing to do, so I went with her. I wasn't used to holding my phone, so I left it at home. Why? ?Any questions?"

Zhou Hongchuan obviously didn't believe what the woman said, but his face remained gentle, looking like a good husband who was worried about his wife.

"If you don't like it, I'll arrange some bodyguards for you and ask them to carry your bags. This is my secondary card. You can buy whatever you like. You can also go out for a walk and relax."

A card was pushed in front of the woman.

Song Qinghe looked at the card on the table and reached out to pick it up, "Isn't the company's cash flow tight recently?"

Zhou Hongchuan sat next to the woman, covering her knees with his big hands.

"Even if it's difficult, I still have money to buy something for my wife. It's getting late. You should go to bed early. I have a video conference."

Song Qinghe stood up and put the card back where it belonged.

"I won't accept the card. I have it myself."

With that said, Song Qinghe took out two cards from the bag on the side, "There are 50 million in each. The company's affairs cannot be careless."

Zhou Hongchuan looked at the card in the woman's hand, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.

"No, there is no reason for you to take money. You don't have to worry about the company's affairs. The video conference will start soon. I'll go to the study first."

As soon as he turned around, the gentleness on Zhou Hongchuan's face was no longer there, and it looked more ruthless and shrewd.

What Zhou Hongchuan wanted was not just this small amount of money. What he saw was Le Vent behind Song Qinghe and Zhou's 15% shares.

The development of Le Vent has now far exceeded his expectations. Perhaps, it is time to start...

At the same time, in another courtyard of the Zhou family, in a luxurious and open room, Zhou Xinya was sitting in front of the computer, looking at the many refined pictures of women that could be found through a random search on the Internet.

Looking at the woman in the photo, Zhou Xinya couldn't sit still more and more.

The mouse in her hand was almost crushed by Zhou Xinya.

If it doesn't work once, then twice. She didn't believe that this woman's life would be so fatal!

Since that auction, Li Zhao's life has returned to its usual hectic state.

I have two dramas currently being filmed, and I work on two crews every day.

That day, Li Zhao finished filming and was about to go home when he received a call from his agent.

"At seven o'clock in the evening, I received a ticket for the Lu Group's new jewelry show. The stylist is already waiting at your house. Go back and pack up. I'll wait for you here at the jewelry show."

Lu Group? ! Lu Yinli?

Li Zhao thought of when Shen Yun took her to a club when she was still a dog, and she met Lu Yinli.

Because this person is quite famous in Haishi, there are tidbits about him on Weibo hot searches from time to time, and he is Shen Yun's friend, so Li Zhao is naturally more impressed.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Li Zhao appeared at the jewelry exhibition wearing a sapphire green sequined dress.

Feng Xi saw the girl at a glance.

Seeing the dress the girl was wearing, she nodded with satisfaction.

The sapphire green dress has diagonal pleats at the waist and a high slit design that perfectly outlines the girl's body curves and leg lines. The golden mermaid pattern and fashionable steps perfectly match the elegance.

She has fair skin, but when she wears this sapphire green dress, her whole body seems to be glowing when the lights around her hit her.

Many media gathered in the exhibition hall saw the girl in a green dress and couldn't help but snap pictures with their cameras.

At this jewelry exhibition, Mr. Lu has a lot of money and has invited many celebrities from the entertainment industry to support the exhibition.

Feng Xi was able to get the invitation letter because his boss had a relationship with the CEO, Lu. Lu had sent several invitations early, and he got one for his artist.

"Sister Xi~"

The soft voice coupled with the smart and beautiful face made many people who heard the voice glance sideways.

Li Zhao held up the skirt and trotted towards the agent not far away.

The design of the fishtail skirt made it difficult for Li Zhao to walk forward.

Feng Xi watched the girl running towards him, and quickly rushed to meet her. He took a look around and saw that someone was indeed taking pictures.

"Zhaozhao, pay attention to your image!"

Feng Xi lowered his voice.

Li Zhao blinked at his agent and responded in a low voice, "Sister Xi, don't worry, I have practiced in front of the mirror several times at home. The posture I run like this will look good and not artificial, and my image will be fine."

Feng Xi: ...You are pretty good at it.

Li Zhao raised her chin slightly, that's not true, she had done enough homework to manage the image and expression that an artist should have outside.

Only when he is not facing the camera in private can Li Zhao be a little casual.

At this time, someone at the door screamed, and many members of the media crowded over there.

"Shen Yun is here!!!"

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