Hello slag Gong, I'm cheap

After Qiao Ziyi helped Su Mingzhe pass a few levels in the car, Secretary Zhang called and said that the directors had a video conference and insisted on having a video conference with him. Qiao Ziyi sighed, and opened the notebook with no love computer.

The video conference was monotonous and lengthy, and those old guys were constantly arguing about when Xingyun should go public.

Qiao Ziyi yawned and leaned back in the chair, only two words in his heart, bored.

Xingyun will not be able to go public this year, because the stock market will crash this year. In his previous life, his Xingyun suffered a loss because he rashly went public, and since then, it has started to go downhill.

So no matter what in this life, he will not agree to the unreasonable troubles of those old guys.

Still arguing on the computer, Qiao Ziyi pouted, took Su Mingzhe's phone in boredom, and flipped through it casually.

At this time, several MMS messages came in suddenly.

The source of the number is unknown, and the place of attribution is unknown.

Qiao Ziyi clicked on it.

is a set of photos.

The first two pictures were in the underground garage, Su Mingzhe was pushed against the car door by Lu Qingxiu.

Su Mingzhe looked like a frightened little white rabbit, while Lu Qingxiu smiled like a big bad wolf in sheep's clothing.

Lu Qingxiu leaned close to Su Mingzhe's face and whispered something in his ear, the two behaved very intimately.

It turned out that Su Mingzhe met Lu Qingxiu in the morning, so why did he hide it from him?

The more Qiao Ziyi turned down, the paler his face became.

The next few photos are of Su Mingzhe and Lu Qingxiu eating together in the dressing room.

In the photo, Lu Qingxiu smiled dotingly at Su Mingzhe, and helped Su Mingzhe gently wipe off the oil stains around his mouth.

Su Mingzhe also smiled, that smile was the same as before, as warm as the sunlight coming in from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

It hurt Qiao Ziyi's heart so vividly.

Su Mingzhe had clearly promised him that he would only smile so nicely at him alone, but why did that word change after only a few days?

I don't know if it's the angle or something in the last picture. Their faces are very close, with the tips of their noses touching the tips of their noses, and it looks like they are kissing.

His husband, who pressed him down hard yesterday, called him baby in a hoarse voice, leaned into his ear and said that he wanted more, but today he was kissing someone else.

That person is the one Su Mingzhe promised him to stay away from.

At the bottom of the MMS are several text messages.

Qiao Ziyi turned down slowly, and it became difficult to breathe, and the fingertips that pointed at the screen couldn't stop shaking.

[It's okay, I can wait for you. ]

[Last time, there was a strawberry-flavored cake and a pineapple-flavored one. I bought it for you, little greedy cat. ]

[You come to my place another day, I will make a lot of desserts, and I will definitely feed you Su three years old. ]

[I bought these photos from Gou Zai. I'm afraid that spreading them will hurt your reputation. ]

[Childish ghost, see me back, you just left early, I miss you a little (bixin)]

[Secretly, it's more exciting, do you want it?husband. ]

Qiao Ziyi put down his phone, his eyes were blurry, and he couldn't see anything for a long time. He rubbed his temples, but for some reason, tears came out of his eyes.

The position of the left chest also refused to let him go, and it hurt bit by bit.

Just like Ling Chi's torture, one knife, one knife, his blood flowed like a river and he was broken into pieces.

Qiao Ziyi took a few breaths, and forcefully swallowed her tears back into her stomach.

Lu Qingxiu is far stronger than he imagined, and much more difficult to deal with, so he can't just sit here and cry, let alone wait for death.

He wanted Lu Qingxiu to know that Su Mingzhe would not be snatched away by anyone, only Qiao Ziyi's.

The whole life is his alone, no matter whether Lu Qingxiu wants to steal it or show it, Su Mingzhe is his.

Only he can call the word "husband", and calling Su Mingzhe "husband" is just courting death.

Qiao Ziyi sent the photo to his phone, copied the text message, and then destroyed all traces of Su Mingzhe's phone.

After finishing everything, he turned off the computer, put the phone back in his pocket, and lay on the back of the chair staring at the carport in a daze.

He can't go out to find Su Mingzhe now, because the studio is no better than the company, and the company is full of his own family members. No matter how bad Su Mingzhe is behind his back, he still has to think about the interests of the company.

However, there was a mixed bag of good and bad people on the set, and many pairs of eyes were staring at them. If they were really photographed, it might have an impact on Su Mingzhe's reputation.

Qiao Ziyi's eyes stared at the carport without blinking, and as she stared at it, tears flowed out of her eyes again.

Crying, making trouble, and hanging himself three times is a woman's game, and he doesn't bother to play it.

But the tears just couldn't stop.

Qiao Ziyi bit her lip tightly, and the pain in her heart eased a little after the blood came out from the bite.

He put his hand into the black shirt with Su Mingzhe's breath, and gently touched the hickey Su Mingzhe left him.

Qiao Ziyi was [-]% sure of Su Mingzhe's feelings for him before, but now he is at a loss.

Su Mingzhe probably loves him, every time he has sex with him, Su Mingzhe's eyes are full of madness and obsession.

Like a changed person.

Perhaps for Su Mingzhe, he was too easy to get and too proactive, which made him look cheap.

People are really cheap.

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When Su Mingzhe got back into the car, Qiao Ziyi had already fallen asleep on the back of the chair.

Qiao Ziyi has always been dishonest in her sleep, tossing and turning without talking, and often kicking him and kicking the quilt, sometimes Su Mingzhe was even woken up by Qiao Ziyi kicking him in the middle of the night.

Qiao Ziyi's hands and feet were cold all year round. Every time he woke up from being kicked, he would put Qiao Ziyi's feet on his chest to warm them up before going to sleep.

Over time, Su Mingzhe got into the habit of waking up naturally once in the middle of the night, and then checking whether Qiao Ziyi's quilt was properly tucked in and whether his hands and feet were still cold.

Qiao Ziyi doesn't know about these things, and Su Mingzhe doesn't want him to know, because it's nothing special. He loves Qiao Ziyi, so he will naturally feel sorry for him, and all good things to Qiao Ziyi are due.

He just did what he wanted.

Su Mingzhe gently took a blanket and covered Qiao Ziyi's body, who knew that Qiao Ziyi woke up as soon as he touched Qiao Ziyi's hand.

Su Mingzhe smiled at him, and said softly, "Ziyi, you can't sleep like this, you'll catch a cold if you wear so little."

Qiao Ziyi looked at him quietly for a while, then smiled and replied, "It's okay, no."

Su Mingzhe grabbed Qiao Ziyi's hand, the knuckles gave him a cold touch, which made him very worried. He asked, "Why are your hands so cold? Are you cold?"

Qiao Ziyi withdrew his hand indiscriminately, shook his head and said, "It's not cold, it's an old problem, and it's the same in summer."

Su Mingzhe pulled his hand back and stuck it to his cheek, warming him with his own body temperature.

Qiao Ziyi looked at him, pursed her lips and said nothing.

Su Mingzhe also looked back at him, but also did not speak.

The two looked at each other for a long time, each with their own concerns.

After a while, Qiao Ziyi looked away, smiled lightly and said, "Honey, let's go out to eat tonight. I've been to City A a few times, but I've never had a good meal."

Su Mingzhe fondled his hair and said, "Okay, I'll take you there."