The cold and charming wife of the ruthless president

"To this day, it's entirely your own fault. You didn't cherish it back then, so why pretend to be pitiful now? Shen Wanqing, you can't compare to Qiao Qiao." Ye Zhen stared with hatred in his bloodshot eyes.

Every time, whenever he saw Shen Wanqing, he couldn't help but think of everything she had done, that year when darkness fell, her whole life was gray-brown, and her hands were stained with her blood!

It was she who killed her dearest person!
"Heh..." Shen Wanqing lowered her eyes and stopped arguing. No matter how much she said, she couldn't earn Ye Zhen's trust. Instead of wasting her saliva, she might as well choose to remain silent.

In Ye Zhen's eyes, her silence and non-argument became a disguised acquiescence.

"I want you to hold a press conference tomorrow to clarify the scandal for Qiao Qiao." Ye Zhen clenched his fists, his hoarse voice concealed too much emotion.

Shen Wanqing raised her head sharply, looked at the man in front of her who was devoted to defending Shen Qiao, and sneered, "You want me to clarify for Shen Qiao? There are so many scandals on the Internet, what she has done and what she has not done, I will hold a press conference to clarify ?”

She didn't see Ye Zhen when she was involved in the scandal, but just after Shen Qiao had an accident, Ye Zhen came to her non-stop, it was really obvious which was more serious.

"I just need to clarify the few scandals related to you, and you don't need to worry about the rest." Ye Zhen snorted coldly, his eyes locked on Shen Wanqing's face, and his tone was threatening.

"What if I say no?" Shen Wanqing raised her eyes, her sparkling eyes were full of unwillingness, she wished for Shen Qiao's misfortune more than anyone else, and it was ironic that Ye Zhen forced her to help Shen Qiao.

"Do you think you have the capital to refuse? The Shen family is no longer the Shen family of the past, and you are no longer the grand lady of the Shen family. In my eyes, you are not as good as a beggar!"

"If you're smart, just do what I tell you! Otherwise, Shen Mu..." Ye Zhen stretched out his hand, and contemptuously lifted Shen Wanqing's delicate chin, and the curve between the thin lips became deeper and deeper.

"Ye Zhen!" Shen Wanqing roared, and slapped Ye Zhen's hand away, her eyes were red, her heart was sore.

Shen Shi has long been an empty shell, relying on Ye Zhen to survive, no matter how hard she tries, she can still only be an ant in his palm.

"I will clarify for Shen Qiao according to what you said, but..." Shen Wanqing paused, took a deep breath, her eyes were full of grievances, "No wind, no waves, how can you be sure that those scandals must be all fake? ? Even if many people in the circle hate Shen Qiao, she is not a superstar, so why target her?"

"Because Qiao Qiao blocked your way!" Ye Zhen said coldly, looking at the sophistry woman in front of him, his whole body exuded a biting chill.

If something happened to Shen Qiao, the direct beneficiary would be Shen Wanqing. If there was no such thing as Shen Qiao, Shen Wanqing would still be struggling in the quagmire of scandal.

Ye Zhen didn't believe it, there was no shadow of Shen Wanqing in this matter.

Perhaps as she said, she doesn't have such a great ability, and that is also the work of the company behind her, Huatian Entertainment.

"No matter what I say, you won't believe it. If this is the case, why should I quibble! I admit that I did it! I asked my brokerage company to do it! How about it, it's a surprise! Because I know The best protection for yourself is to take the initiative to attack!"

"You can ask me to clarify for Shen Qiao! But you must promise me that you will never interfere with my filming again! Otherwise, even if you threaten me with Shen, I won't come out to clarify! Don't you feel sorry for Shen Qiao? The big deal is to die , anyway, my life is already so bad!"

Shen Wanqing was wrapped in a loose and ill-fitting suit, and stood in front of the man, laughing maniacally, her once shining eyes were covered with a mist of remorse, staring at the man in front of her, looking like a broken jar.