The cold and charming wife of the ruthless president

Seven forty-five.

There was a crackling sound from the mailbox at the entrance of the villa, and Shen Wanqing knew that today's morning paper had arrived.

She walked down in her slippers, her heart tightening bit by bit.

With that chicken soup inspection report and the fact that Ye Zhen cheated on Shen Qiao, Shen Qiao will definitely be rejected by the world!

Shen Wanqing took a deep breath, crumpled the newspaper and walked back to the living room, but the moment she opened the newspaper, the dazzling headline instantly shattered the excitement in her eyes.

"How...how could..."

An article "The wife of the president of the Ye Group poisoned her own sister in order to seize the inheritance of the Shen family!" "The title is impressive and dazzling, and the content of the article is extremely descriptive of how she poisoned the chicken soup and murdered her own sister.

The detailed description seemed to see the viciousness and hotness in her heart with his own eyes.

Shen Wanqing froze on the spot with a pale face, feeling panicked in her heart.

"Why...why is this...why..."

"Ding..." The mobile phone in his pocket beeped, Shen Wanqing took out the mobile phone with a pale face and trembling hands, only to see an unfamiliar message sent from it.

"Miss Shen, Mr. Ye bought out all the manuscripts of the newspaper and paid a lot of money to let all the well-known media in Lingcheng hack you. You can do it yourself."

A few words are like a thousand pieces of gold.

Shen Wanqing's eyes were gray and brown, and she sat in a daze.

Hit a rock with an egg, and block a car with a mantis arm.

How could she touch the woman on his heart by herself?

The lips, which were as thin as cherry blossoms, pursed unwillingly, and the white teeth pierced into the soft flesh of the lips, and they were torn apart immediately, bright red gushed out, and the fishy-sweet breath diffused in the mouth.

With scarlet eyes, Shen Wanqing tore the crumpled newspaper into pieces with a low growl.

Ridiculous... yet sad...

Her nominal husband would rather destroy her for the sake of other women.

She tugged at her hair foolishly and laughed maniacally, her beautiful face turned ferocious, without thinking, she also knew what the scandal would look like.

"Bang!" There was a loud noise, and the closed door was kicked open.

Shen Wanqing trembled all over, opened her eyes in horror, and stared at the man standing by the door with a sullen face.

There was a cold arc on his handsome face, and his star-like eyes were full of hatred and disgust. He walked towards her with heavy steps.

"Hehe... you want to hit me again, right?!"

Before the palm wind arrived, Shen Wanqing's self-deprecating laughter sounded and pierced Ye Zhen's ears. He frowned, looked at the sharp smile on the woman's face, felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart, and felt guilty for a moment.

Ye Zhen's eyes turned cold, and evil fire was on her head, remembering that everything Shen Qiao had suffered was caused by this woman who was pure on the surface and vicious at heart, and the inexplicable guilt in her heart was instantly overwhelmed by anger.

"Crack!" The crisp sound fell.

Ye Zhen was still ruthless and merciless.

"Shen Wanqing, your scheming is still so deep!" The man's voice full of disgust came from above his head.

"That's right, no matter what I do, I'm still a vicious woman in your heart." Shen Wanqing raised the corners of her lips sarcastically, and the mist of grievance appeared in her eyes.

"If Qiao Qiao hadn't pleaded for you, you would be in prison now!" Ye Zhen looked at Shen Luwu with cold eyes, and his cold breath seemed to freeze her to pieces.

She couldn't stop crying, her heart ached.

"Don't use her hypocrisy!"