resentment

"I didn't plan to deal with it. Isn't Mrs. Gu's promise of Changxin? What does it have to do with me?" Gu Jingchen sarcastically said.

"Yeah, what does it have to do with you? Changxin is nothing more than a cash machine for you." Jiang Jingshu said coldly.

It happened to be Friday, and the driver at home took Gu's parents and Gu's mother for a medical examination, but he couldn't make it back for a while, so Jiang Jingshu had to call a taxi and wait at the company gate.

She was wearing [-]cm pointed toe stiletto high heels today, and she was walking fast and hurriedly, when suddenly the sole of her foot sprained and the heel broke.

The two of them had another quarrel last night, Gu Jingchen was holding his breath, and laughed viciously when he saw the situation, "Do you need me to give you a ride, Mrs. Gu?"

Of course, this statement was not sincere, but just a joke, Jiang Jingshu ignored it, took off her shoes, stepped on the concrete floor with her white feet, and walked towards the door without looking back.

The outdoor temperature was at least 38 degrees, the heat wave was surging, and the temperature of the ground was said to be enough to cook eggs.

She would rather walk barefoot to take a taxi than speak soft words to him!
Gu Jingchen's eyes darkened, he drove up slowly from behind, and said in a cold voice, "Get in the car."

After all, Jiang Jingshu was still his wife in name, and no matter how fierce the quarrels were, he didn't want to see her in such a mess.

Jiang Jingshu turned her head and stared at him, her beautiful eyes were full of stubbornness and stubbornness, being stared at by such eyes, Gu Jingchen felt bored for a while.

He opened the car door and got down, immediately picked up Jiang Jingshu, threw her into the co-pilot, put on the seat belt, and asked coldly, "Where are you going?"

After being silent for a while, Jiang Jingshu said lightly: "Baishi."

Gu Jingchen restarted the car, but he didn't take her directly to the destination. Instead, he stopped at the entrance of a commercial city. After going in for more than ten minutes, he came out with a packing bag and threw it to her. Inside was a pair of flat shoes.

"Put it on, you don't want your little white face to see you in such a mess."

The styles are average, as if they randomly picked up a pair on the counter, but they fit unexpectedly on the feet, Jiang Jingshu gave Gu Jingchen a weird look.

Gu Jingchen didn't show any expression.

The next two people did not speak a word.

"Would you like to pick you up later?" Gu Jingchen parked the car at the gate of Baishi.

"No need, I just ask Li Zehai to take me back."

Hearing this sentence, Gu Jingchen's face became a little colder, and his eyes under the sunglasses were faintly icy, "It's up to you."

He stepped on the gas pedal and walked away.

I saw Li Zehai again in Baishi's basement. The smell of blood and mildew in the air were intertwined, producing a very subtle smell.

Jiang Jingshu covered her mouth and nose.

Li Zehai lazily looked at the person in front of him and said, "Now Mrs. Gu is asking me for an explanation? What do you think I should do?"

Sitting paralyzed on the ground was the person in charge of the Baishi monitoring department, he lowered his head tremblingly and said, "Hai, Brother Hai, I really, really, really don't know, how dare I casually send such private things online."

"You also know that the privacy of this thing is important. What happened today, don't talk about long letters, even if it's other guests, which one is either rich or expensive, huh? How can you let them rest assured to come to me again?"

The thug standing on the left stretched out his foot and crushed his palm fiercely, and the people on the ground wailed in pain, "Brother Hai, I was wrong, I was wrong, please let me go, this matter is really not I did it, I don’t know anything! It’s true! Brother Hai!”

Li Zehai's expression remained unchanged, "Then have you thought it through? It doesn't make sense that this surveillance photo jumped onto the Internet by itself, right?"

The person in charge kept trembling, and his eyes wandered away for a while, as if he was trying to remember.