Xingchen turned on her phone and saw a long list of missed calls that almost filled the screen.
The message inbox is even full of messages.
The messages were all sent by Zhu Zhu, reminding him of the activities he would participate in today and the programs he would attend.
Xingchen glanced at the little woman sleeping soundly on the bed. Her shallow breathing, delicate face, and long hair like a waterfall seemed like a quiet painting.
He suddenly felt full of strength, rushed into the bathroom, and quickly tidied himself up.
After tidying up, he closed the door softly, leaving the quiet and comfortable room to her.
Zhu Zhu was overjoyed when Xingchen suddenly appeared in the company.
Before she had time to ask him why, she spread a lot of documents on Wen Tong's table, "Sister Wen didn't come today, so we'll occupy her territory first. Thank God, you're here. The TV station will call me right away."
Exploded, okay, okay..." She pointed at the documents and said: "These are the contents of today's interview, let's think about it first."
"Okay." Xingchen sat down and fiddled with the small ornaments on Wen Tong's table. He suddenly became curious about everything about her. How many secrets and unresolved aspects did she have?
"Xingchen, you don't need to answer this question directly, otherwise the reporters will take it out of context." Zhu Zhu wrote it down with a pen, "There is also this question... you don't need to answer it. At critical moments, you can do Tai Chi..."
Xingchen looked at her and suddenly asked: "Is Wen Tong married?"
"Ah?" Zhu Zhu was stunned when he asked. He was too biased in this topic.
Xingchen smiled brightly, using his charm as an occasional superstar, with a hint of bewitching in his seductive eyes, "If you know anything else about her, tell me."
Zhu Zhu swallowed her saliva, facing the offensive of handsome men, she really couldn't control herself.
In fact, she didn't know much about Wen Tong. She heard some things from Chen Sihan's mouth. She only knew that she had a five-year-old son who was not married.
Zhu Zhu opened her mouth and was about to say something.
A powerful momentum suddenly came with the opening of the door.
She kept silent at the right time, and jumped up like a conditioned reflex, standing up straight.
"President."
Xingchen turned around and saw Bei Chenxiao standing at the door, a slight surprise flashed across his face.
"Where's Wen Tong?" he asked, his eyes sweeping across Xingchen's face and landing on his right hand.
He was playing with the small alarm clock on Wen Tong's desk. It was pink and looked cute.
That look in his eyes seemed like someone had invaded his territory, and he was immediately in danger.
Stars are aware of their appearance. At this time, the smart one should choose to put down the alarm clock immediately and say hello to the boss.
But he thought of the last time Bei Chenxiao robbed someone on the set, and now his eyes seemed as if he had robbed him of something he loved, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.
He felt that the relationship between Beichen Xiao and Wen Tong must be unusual.
He stood up lazily, said hello to Bei Chenxiao, and then, as if on purpose, he deliberately prolonged his tone and said, "She is at my house."
The black eyes of the man in front of him suddenly shrank, with a coldness, and the air around him seemed to make a freezing sound, crackling.
Zhu Zhu stood there, trembling with fear.
She thought that Xingchen must be crazy. Even if Wen Tong was really at his house, he shouldn't have said it in front of his boss.
She didn't know about Bei Chenxiao and Wen Tong. She just thought that managers and artists should maintain the purest cooperative relationship. This is the company's express rule. When Xingchen said this, he didn't sell himself and Wen Tong.
Well.
No wonder the boss's eyes suddenly became sharp, he must be angry.
"Key." Beichen Xiao said calmly.
"What key?" Xingchen looked confused.
Bei Chenxiao sneered, "Then remember to go home and fix the lock at night."
After saying that, without giving him any chance to react, he slammed the door and left.
Wen Tong heard a bang, as if someone was banging on the door.
It took a lot of effort for her to open her eyes.
My whole body felt like it had been filled with lead, it was extremely heavy.
Where are you and what happened to you?
She raised her upper body and the quilt slowly slid down.
It wasn't until I saw the environment clearly that what happened just now became clear little by little.
It seemed that he gave Xingchen a hard lesson and then fainted.
Fortunately, he did not retaliate and threw her on the street.
She slept peacefully and felt much better.
Her throat was so dry that she wanted to drink a glass of water.
Just as one foot stretched out from the quilt, before it landed, the loud sound of opening the door came again.
She raised her head, and her eyes met those deep eyes that were burning with fire, and she couldn't help but shiver.
The look in this man's eyes right now is like he wants to eat someone.
He rushed over, grabbed her neck fiercely, and pressed the back of her head against the wooden board at the head of the bed without much effort.
The relief patterns were angular, which made Wen Tong's head hurt.
She waved her four legs vigorously, but she couldn't get rid of his restraint, so she had to desperately scratch his big hands that were pinching her.
She was not breathing. She felt so uncomfortable and scared.
The veins on the man's hands protruded, and his eyes were filled with thick jealousy, fierce, vicious, and crackling with fire.
His heart was screaming to strangle her.
Choke this free-spirited, incompetent woman to death.
Their son was still lying on a hospital bed, but she was lying on another man's bed.
There was a surge of anger in Bei Chenxiao's head, which was so strong that he was about to explode.
But here, Wen Tong's breath became weaker and weaker, and his face turned purple.
"Mom, there's a call!"
A clear childish voice came from Wen Tong's phone.
This is Ding Ding's voice. She recorded it some time ago and just set it as an incoming call yesterday.
"Mom, there's a call! Answer the phone quickly!"
The childish voice continued to sound, clear and crisp.
Wen Tong never thought that recording this audio would save her life today.
Beichen Xiao's pupils shrank, and the strength in his hand gradually relaxed.
Wen Tong fell softly on the bed, covering her neck with both hands, coughing and breathing...
There is no doubt that the man just now really wanted to strangle her to death.
She wanted to scold him, but her throat was so hoarse that it felt like she hadn't drank water for more than ten days and was so dry that it was almost stuck together.
Bei Chenxiao was also a little stunned, and the hands hanging on his sides were slightly bent. He had used too much force just now, and even his knuckles were numb.
He has always had a bad temper. Once his anger is ignited, it has the potential to start a prairie fire and cannot be extinguished without a downpour.
If the little guy's voice hadn't brought him back to his senses, he would have accidentally strangled this woman to death.
Although the fire in my heart is falling, it is still burning.
She and Xingchen cuddled in the office, but even shamelessly moved into his home.
Not to mention that she is his son's mother, just the fact that the manager cannot have an affair with his artists is enough for him to kick her out of the company a hundred times.
She is still staring at him with such an unconvinced look. How much does she weigh? Why is she so ignorant of remorse?
Wen Tong not only stared at him, she even wanted to kill him.