Madam is a rebel, please surrender quickly

Su Yan pretended to be concerned.

"Ms. Zhang, are you okay? Fortunately, Yichen was with you, so you were safe."

Su Yan said comforting words, but she sneered in her heart.

Su Zhixing, did you see that? I tripped Zhang Mengzhou on purpose just to let you see clearly how much they love each other!

If you can resist being jealous, I will call you “Grandma”!

Zhang Mengzhou panicked and grabbed the front of Qiao Yichen's suit tightly, his heart pounding like a deer, "Professor Qiao, thank you."

She felt her heart beating so fast that it almost jumped out of her throat. The rapid rhythm made her breathe rapidly. Her disordered breath sprayed on Qiao Yichen's chest, and the scorching heat seemed to melt them together.

Suddenly, her arms tightened.

Qiao Yichen's beautiful white hands grasped Zhang Mengzhou's arms and straightened her up.

He bowed his head slightly, "Did you sprain your ankle?"

"I'm fine, thanks to Professor Qiao's quick reaction." Zhang Mengzhou raised his little face and shook his head vigorously.

The tip of her nose smelled of Qiao Yichen's masculine and refreshing scent, and her cheeks turned rosy and her ears were red.

One of them lowered his head, and the other raised his little face. It seemed that they were looking at each other and exchanging glances.

Just like a couple who have just started to fall in love, every look in their eyes is shy.

Zhang Mengzhou's unconcealable shyness and dependence, and Qiao Yichen's elegant and caring behavior, hurt Su Zhixing's eyes.

Su Zhixing felt as if she was struck by a bolt of lightning, and her mind instantly fell into chaos.

Zhang Mengzhou is actually Qiao Yichen’s female assistant?

The female assistant who answered the phone for Qiao Yichen, the one who blocked her, and the one who slept with Qiao Yichen was actually Zhang Mengzhou?

Is this Zhang Mengzhou the same Zhang Mengzhou who dared to love and hate, helped her out of spite and advised her to divorce quickly?

Is this Zhang Mengzhou, the Zhang Mengzhou that she once thought she had met too late and could become her good friend and bestie?

Su Zhixing's heart felt like it was pierced by many silver needles, and the dense pain spread around her heart.

Did Zhang Mengzhou approach her on purpose, or was it really just a coincidence?

The man she had always dreamed of, the boyfriend who gave her three million to buy herself a gift.

The boyfriend who loves her and is her boyfriend, the boyfriend who will call her to apologize and comfort her when she gets angry.

It’s actually Qiao Yichen?

It’s her husband, Qiao Yichen!

Oh! The love that she once envied, the two-way running that she envied so much, turned out to be an extramarital affair between her husband and his female assistant!

Ridiculous! Absolutely ridiculous!!

Su Zhixing felt as if she was thrown into an ice cellar, freezing cold, but after a while, she felt like she was thrown into a furnace, with anger raging wildly in her body again.

The dual worlds of ice and fire tortured her body, and pain and sourness filled her chest.

People around were whispering, some with envious looks, others with gossiping intent.

Su Zhixing only felt a buzzing sound in her ears.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.

She represents the company and cannot lose her composure in such occasions.

At this moment, Qiao Yichen's eyes suddenly met Su Zhixing's.

When their eyes met, there was a flash of lightning, and the air around them seemed to flow slowly.

But after their eyes met for a few seconds, Su Zhixing coldly moved her gaze away, as if she had caught a glimpse of a stranger. She did not stop, but glanced away aimlessly.

Today, she could only treat him as air, as a stranger.

Otherwise, she was really afraid that she would not be able to control the turbulent undercurrent in her heart, and she was really afraid that she would slap him hard in public!

Just when Su Zhixing was trying to find a seat to sit down quickly, a staff member came up to her.

The staff member saw the name written on the badge around Su Zhixing's neck and greeted her with a smile.

"Hello, Mr. Su, your seat is at the front table. I'll take you there—"

Su Zhixing's heart sank. The head table?

Want her to eat at the same table with Qiao Yichen?