After the flash marriage, the billionaire president eavesdropped on my thoughts

"How is that possible? The surveillance camera we were looking at just happened to be broken, and the only thing missing was the video footage from yesterday from the front desk. How could it be such a coincidence?"

Lin Ran would never believe that this was just a coincidence.

The security guard was also confused.

"It's a bit strange. The previous surveillance videos are all there. This morning's video was also normal. Why did something go wrong yesterday?"

Zheng Yao lowered her eyes and dodged a glance.

She originally wanted to delete all the videos at once so that others would not become suspicious.

But the time for handover was short, so she rushed to delete yesterday's video.

It was too late to delete anything else, so she had to leave quickly to avoid being discovered.

But it is enough that yesterday's video is no longer there. Even if others doubt it, there is no evidence to prove that she deleted the video, let alone prove that there is anything wrong with what she said.

Zheng Yao immediately pretended to be confused.

"How could this happen? How can I prove my innocence without the surveillance?"

Lin Ran was disgusted by her appearance.

"Stop pretending, okay? Others don't know why the video is gone, but you don't know as well?"

"What do you mean? Do you think I deleted the video?"

"Who else could it be if it weren't you?"

Zheng Yao shook her head desperately and looked at Fang Yu: "Manager, I really didn't do that. There are always people on duty in the monitoring room. How could I delete the video?"

Fang Yu already had a bad impression of Song Mai. Although he had his doubts in his heart, his heart softened as soon as he saw Zheng Yao's pitiful look.

"It's strange that the video suddenly disappeared, but since we suspect that Zheng Yao deleted it, is it also possible that Song Mai deleted it?"

As he spoke, he looked at Song Mai and said sharply:

"I don't care what personal grudges you have with Zheng Yao, but this is the company. Don't bring your personal emotions to the company. The company is not the place for you to deal with personal matters. In any case, you pushed Zheng Yao today, which was wrong. You should apologize to her."

"Besides, since you can't even handle your own personal affairs, I have reason to believe that you will also bring negative emotions when you follow the new project. This project is very important to the company. I will go and ask the general manager to find someone else to follow it."

Hearing this, Song Mai, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke:

"I didn't push her, and the situation was not as she said. Now that the surveillance video is gone, I can't produce any evidence, and neither can she. We each stick to our own story. This doesn't prove that my husband did something to her, nor does it prove that she didn't have other thoughts about my husband.

Although something happened before, it is my private matter after all. I don't intend to pursue it, nor do I intend to make it known to everyone in the company. But since the matter has become a big deal today and Zheng Yao insists on bringing it to the table, she must explain clearly what happened. "

Having said that, she turned her head and looked at Zheng Yao, her eyes clear and sharp, as if she had already seen through everything.

"I will try to prove myself as soon as possible, and you'd better come up with evidence to prove that what you said is true."

"As for pushing you, I didn't do that. I won't apologize."

"If I produce evidence, then please be fair and just, Manager Fang, and let me continue with the project. After all, I was chosen by the general manager, and it was not your decision at will."

After saying this, Song Mai turned and left.

Lin Ran quickly followed and secretly gave Song Mai a thumbs up.

"6, I don't usually hear you talk so much, but today when I opened my mouth I realized you are so eloquent."

Song Mai frowned:

"It's not that I'm good, I just don't want to allow others to frame me without any evidence."

"Have you figured out a solution?"

Song Mai shook his head.

Who could have predicted that she would encounter such a ridiculous thing while working properly?

If it was something else, she would not care, but Zheng Yao affected her ability to make money, and she couldn't stand it.

No one can influence her to make money.

Song Mai's work on the project was suspended, and she only did some odd jobs in the afternoon.

When I got off work, another translator in the Spanish department who was temporarily assigned to take over the project was still working overtime.

Seeing that she had packed up her things and was ready to leave early, he said sarcastically:

"It's good to get off work early. Unlike workers like us, not only are we suddenly dumped from projects, but we also don't know how long we have to work overtime. It's really hard."

Another French student nearby also echoed:

"Then you're probably destined to work overtime. Who told you that you don't have a gigolo husband? And you're not indistinguishable from right and wrong. If you were like that, you wouldn't have to work overtime."

There was laughter in the office.

Song Mai stopped moving.

"You believe Zheng Yao without any evidence, and you think I'm wrong without any evidence. Who can't tell right from wrong?"

She has always been gentle and speaks very little in the company. Apart from a few close friends, she rarely communicates with others.

So her presence is very low on weekdays. Except when there is work looking for her, other times people never think of her. Unexpectedly, she would suddenly say something very sharp.

The two of them shut up immediately.

Chu Xing had not returned when Song Mai got home. She prepared meals for the two of them as usual, took a shower early, and lay down on the bed to rest.

She kept thinking about what happened yesterday, wondering if there was anyone else at the front desk who saw the situation besides her, Chu Xing and Zheng Yao.

Thinking of this, she fell asleep without realizing it.

When Chu Xing arrived home, he found that Song Mai's bedroom door was not closed. The woman was lying on the bed, breathing steadily, as if she had fallen asleep.

He tiptoed to the bed and pulled up the quilt to cover her.

The woman's thick black hair was scattered on the pillow, her eyes were closed, and it was unknown whether she was dreaming about anything. Her brows were slightly furrowed and her hands were clenched into fists.

There is so much cuterness.

Chu Xing just stared at her in a daze. After an unknown amount of time, the woman suddenly opened her eyes.

The moment their eyes met, his breathing stagnated and his heart trembled for no reason.

Song Mai sat up from the bed and scratched his head awkwardly.

"Why are you here?"

The man coughed lightly and said, "Your door was not closed. I was afraid you would catch a cold, so I covered you with a blanket."

"Thank you."

The atmosphere was a little subtle for a moment.

Song Mai pushed her hair behind her ears and asked unnaturally, "Did you just come back?"

"Ah."

"The rice is in the pot. I'll heat it up for you."

"No, I've eaten."

The man turned and went back to the living room.

Song Mai climbed out of bed, sleepy-eyed.

The man sat on the sofa and watched the woman clean up the dishes in the living room.

"You went to bed early today."

Song Mai hummed, looking somewhat listless.

"Fortunately."

"What happened?"

Chu Xing could tell at a glance that Song Mai was unusual.