Arrogant CEO Addictive Dote on Wife - Chapter 439

Yue Jinnan was busy bidding for the company. She couldn’t find time to come back for dinner at noon. At lunch time, song huaishuang was left alone at the long table. Facing a table of dishes herself, she had no appetite.

Her friend Zhao Mengying’s sudden visit made song huaishuang very happy. She immediately ordered the kitchen to make two dishes she liked: “Meng Ying, it’s really rare that you, a busy person, can come to me. You can’t leave later. Stay and have lunch with me.”

It is not easy to find a meal friend. Song huaishuang is determined to let her stay for a while and accompany herself.

Since Zhao Mengying went to Hanyi company, they couldn’t see each other and didn’t say anything. Even the number of times they called was significantly reduced. Even in a few calls, Zhao Mengying fell asleep directly, but song huaishuang couldn’t be heartbroken.

She wants to let Zhao Mengying not so tired and relax, but also know that according to Zhao Mengying’s stubborn temperament, she absolutely can’t listen to her advice and can only hide all her words in her heart.

Zhao Mengying difficult pull out a smile, voice, rare revealed a fragile: “I don’t go, noon stay with you to eat.”

Song huaishuang is sensitive enough to hear something wrong in her words. She looks at Zhao Mengying for a long time. She frowns and asks, “Mengying, tell me honestly what happened.”

She didn’t want to think bad.

This sentence is like touching the switch. Zhao Mengying, who could have been patient with her tears, came out. She held song huaishuang tightly and cried like a three-year-old child: “huaishuang, huaishuang, why does he treat me like this, why should he cheat me, why should she?”

She choked and sobbed, full of bitterness and grievance.

Song Huaichun frowns together and tries to restrain his anger: “Mengying, if you want to cry, you can cry well. I’m here. I’m here with you.”

Zhao Mengying rarely cried like this and her glasses were removed. Delicate make-up is completely crying. Once a rational woman breaks down, her tears are like water with a valve opened.

Song huaishuang is deeply distressed by her crying. According to Zhao Mengying’s previous three words and two words, she constantly ponders over the root of the matter.

After a long time, Zhao Mengying’s emotional excitement slowly calmed down, a pair of eyes red like walnut: “huaishuang, Han Yi, he, he cheated me, he didn’t like me at all.”

“He came to me and asked me to go back to work in his company just to have a person to share the responsibility and spend the downturn with him. It’s not that his love is still in the air. I’m just like a fool and I’m being played around by him!” Zhao Mengying roared at the top of her voice and felt that she was really stupid and couldn’t be silly.

Song huaishuang’s first group of fire is burning in his heart, but he still tries to keep yidididiu’s reason: “Mengying, are you sure you didn’t misunderstand Han Yi?”

She is afraid of misunderstanding between the two people, afraid that these words are heard by Zhao Mengying in the middle of the way. Usually, the more rational people are, the more emotional they are, just like flying moths to the fire.

Zhao Mengying’s tears continue to fall, simply can not stop, the tone choked words: “there is no misunderstanding, he personally admitted!”

“What did he say to you personally?” Song huaishuang suppresses his anger and asks. Even if he likes Han Yi, he can’t abuse people with Meng Ying’s love.

Zhao Mengying closed her eyes in pain, and the scene that happened not long ago reverberated clearly in her ears. As if it had just happened.

On Friday, Zhao Mengying, who was supposed to work overtime with Han Yi, received a temporary call from her home saying that her mother was ill and needed her to go back. Zhao Mengying was worried and asked Han Yi to leave on the spot.

Her mother was not very ill. Zhao Mengying waited at home for two days. After her condition improved a little, she couldn’t rest assured of Han Yi’s, and rushed back to the company without stopping. She didn’t call Han Yi in advance and wanted a surprise.

Little did not know, that actually became her lifelong lingering fright.

The company on Sunday was quiet. Zhao Mengying, who wanted to surprise Han Yi, didn’t show her face, but she was sweet in her heart. Just as she was about to arrive at the office, a delicate voice came from inside: “Han Yi, how do you feel when you are with that stiff old woman of Zhao Mengying?”

Unfortunately, Zhao Mengying just can hear the sound. It is song Huaichun. Recalling the last time, she accidentally bumped into her in the company. Zhao Mengying immediately had a bad feeling.

I don’t know what she thought at that time. Her choice at that time was not to push the door in, but to stay where she was. She wanted to know what she thought in Han Yi’s heart.

“She Zhao Mengying’s familiar male voice sounded lazily: “an old woman, how can I feel? If it wasn’t for her good working ability, I would be together with her again.”

When hearing Han Yi’s words clearly, it is not as cold as Zhao Mengying’s heart at that moment. She never knew that the love she thought she was happy with was just a tool to use in his eyes.

She opened the door numbly, when she saw the shocked face of the man, her heart ached to the extreme!”Han Yi, this big bastard.” Song huaishuang clenches his teeth and scolds. The little flames of anger are burning more and more prosperous. When Zhao Mengying and Han Yi were reunited, she had a bad premonition.

I never thought that bad feeling came true!

“Meng Ying, that bastard’s words, you don’t have to put in mind, there is a time when he regrets.” Song huaishuang heartache for Zhao Mengying wipe tears: “who has no blind time!”

Zhao Mengying looked distressed: “huaishuang, I feel so sad. Why can a person put on a false face to act? Because my working ability can help him, so he can act to deceive me!”

“So, this is the reality, flesh and blood, laughter and tears.” Song huaishuang asked the servant to take a piece of ice and put it on Zhao Mengying’s red eyes: “Mengying, dry your tears. Such scum is not worth your crying for him.”

Zhao Mengying is holding a towel, tears gradually stop, but the grief on her face is not reduced.

It’s easier said than done. If emotion can be controlled so easily, it’s not called emotion. Zhao Mengying sniffed: “huaishuang, can you let me stay here for a night? I really don’t know where else I can go? ”

“Of course.” Song huaishuang took out a paper towel and patiently wiped the tears on Zhao Mengying’s face: “you have a good sleep. You wake up, and there is nothing left.”