One night, Ye Wenming always thought of Zhuo Qianyun's messy hair, bruised face, and thin and thin body. This image could not be removed in his mind.

What's wrong with him? Why do you think of Zhuo Qianyun recently?

When she handed Xiao Yan to him three months later, he had nothing to do with this woman!

"Mr. Ye? What do you think of this plan? Mr. Ye?" The subordinate's voice suddenly interrupted his trance. He suddenly came back to his senses and saw clearly that he was in the conference room in front of him, and he was attending a senior company meeting.

"I will look back and take a closer look at this plan before discussing it. Let's leave the meeting first." Ye Wenming said.

The meeting ended?!

The senior executives looked at each other. Didn’t they say before that, at today’s meeting, should this plan be discussed and improved [5200    www.bqg5200.xyz]?

But since his boss said this, then no one else could say much.

The crowd packed up the documents at hand and then came out one after another.

Finally, Ye Wenming said to the secretary beside him, "You go out first, I want to be alone."

"Yes." The secretary responded.

When Ye Wenming was the only one left in the conference room, a trace of fatigue and struggle finally appeared on his face, then raised his hand and covered his forehead. "Zhuo Qianyun..." In his thin lips, he gritted his teeth and pronounced this name, but it was all awkward.

Zhuo Qianyun lay on the bed, almost not wanting to move.

Although the examinations at the hospital yesterday were all skin trauma, it seemed that every bone and every inch of muscle were clamoring for pain.

The doorbell rang now. Did my mother forget to bring the key when she went out?

Zhuo Qianyun opened her eyes with great difficulty, then moved her body and walked off the bed, but her legs fell weak and she almost fell down.

Sure enough...the body is really different from the past!

When she was in prison, even if she was beaten, she wouldn't be so powerless the next day.

The doorbell continued to ring, as if it was very rapid. Zhuo Qianyun walked to the door and opened it, but she never expected that what caught her eye was Ye Wenming's figure.

For a moment, she was a little stunned.

Ye Wenming stared at Zhuo Qianyun with displeasure, "Why did the door open so long?"

Zhuo Qianyun suddenly had the urge to laugh, "Mr. Ye, this is my home. I can open the door whenever I want, and even, I can choose not to open the door."

His thin lips were pursed tightly, and his deep and sharp eyes stared at her.

Although the bruises on her face were not as severe as last night, her face was very pale, with her old-washed pajamas and slightly messy hair, obviously she was sleeping before.

Ye Wenming stretched out his long legs and walked straight into the room.

Zhuo Qianyun said, "This is my home, I didn't agree to you come in! Please go out!"

"Your home?" Ye Wenming smiled suddenly, as if he was sarcastic, "Believe it or not, I can immediately ask the landlord who rented your house to immediately break the contract and then rent the house to me. What you call 'your home' can also be immediately turned into 'my home'."
Chapter completed!