Billionaire's Favorite: The President's Handy Little Sweet Wife

He put aside the phone, sat in the chair, raised his hand and pinched the center of his eyebrows, and murmured hoarsely with his thin lips: "Qin Shu, are you still alive..."

Royal Villa.

Wang Yilin's father and daughter returned home.

As soon as Wang Zhenhua entered the door, he tore off the tie around his neck with a displeased expression on his face.

"Since Young Master Chu has plans to retire, why didn't he come forward and speak clearly? He called us over, just drank tea all afternoon, and I was suffocating to urinate, waiting eagerly, but there was no sign of anyone else."

"What kind of psychological tactics is the Chu family playing? Could it be... that they want us to get out of trouble and consciously and unconditionally agree to divorce?"

Wang Zhenhua guessed angrily, and was about to sit down on the sofa.

Wang Yilin, who was thinking about this matter, also had a gloomy face. She glanced at him and reminded, "Dad, you go to the bathroom first."

Wang Zhenhua reacted belatedly, and walked into the bathroom with his legs crossed in small steps.

Wang Yilin sat on the sofa, thinking about what her father said, frowning slightly.

At Chu's house, Young Master Chu never showed up. Was it on purpose, or...something happened?

I don't know how Qin Shu's mother and son are doing now?

There is no news at all from Han Meng.

Wang Yilin thought about it, and couldn't wait to contact Han Meng to find out about the situation.

She took out her mobile phone and was about to find out Han Meng's number.

There was a sound at the door of the villa.

Wang Yilin looked over subconsciously.

Zhang Wen came back from the outside.

She lost two lives in her hands, and her emotions have not eased up to now.

Nervous, apprehensive, excited.

Only no regrets.

To get rid of Qin Shu's mother and son and ensure her daughter's future is safe, she feels that she doesn't need to regret it at all.

Zhang Wen took a deep breath at the door, adjusted her emotions, then walked briskly into the hall with the corners of her lips bent.

Wang Zhenhua, who relieved his urge to urinate, came out of the toilet and sat down next to Wang Yilin with a sad face.

The father and daughter sat on the sofa solemnly, in stark contrast to Zhang Wen who had just returned and was full of spring.

Wang Zhenhua was naturally upset, and he couldn't help but sarcastically said: "Your daughter is about to be divorced by the Chu family. It's cool for you to play cards. How much did you win? Are you so happy?"

Zhang Wen was taken aback for a moment, then came to her senses and rolled her eyes at him.

"What are you talking about, who went to play cards?"

She retorted dissatisfiedly, then snorted, and said with a bit of showiness: "I went out for a whole morning, and I can be regarded as removing the stumbling block between Chu Shao and Yilin's marriage!"

Wang Zhenhua looked at her suspiciously.

Wang Yilin's heart moved slightly, "Mom, what are you talking about—"

"Of course it's that little bitch Qin Shu, and by the way, her little bastard!"

Zhang Wen said without thinking.

Wang Yilin and her father glanced at each other quickly, seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

Zhang Wen still said to herself: "Daughter, you can rest assured now. Without the influence of Qin Shu's mother and son, Young Master Chu would not think of retiring with you. You can sit back and relax and wait to be Chu The young lady is gone!"

"Really?" Wang Zhenhua still remained skeptical.

Wang Yilin felt that something was wrong, and felt a little thumping in her heart.

She stared straight at Zhang Wen, "Mom, what do you think happened to Qin Shu's mother and son?"

"died!"