Young Master Chu's sweetheart wife

"fine."

Han Ziqi shook her head, sat down and started working.

However, there was something hidden in her heart, and she couldn't concentrate, so she got up to look for Wang Mengxue.

"Sister Mengxue, have you ever touched my computer?"

"No, your computer desk is the cleanest and you don't need me to clean it."

Han Ziqi frowned so tightly that water would come out.

She has mild obsessive-compulsive disorder, and likes to put the keyboard and mouse in the center after use.

The mouse pad is custom-made, and it says "Qianxi Studio", so the mouse is placed on the letter I.

If Wang Mengxue has never touched it, then...

Only her.

"Hey, what are you doing, I haven't finished my breakfast yet."

Han Ziqi pulled Qiao Yexin to the bathroom, closed the door, and asked in a low voice, "Did you touch my computer?"

"Tch, someone touched your computer." Qiao Yexin pushed her away, "I'm going out."

Han Ziqi held down her hand that opened the door stubbornly, and said firmly, "You moved!"

Qiao Yexin pursed her lips and said sarcastically, "I'm also a member of the studio, why should I send you the documents without telling me? Song Qianxi is fine with doing this, you are my best friend!"

She was a little agitated and couldn't hide her anger.

"Shh, keep your voice down." Han Ziqi was worried that Song Qianxi would hear her, and pulled her two steps in, "Sister Qianxi must have her reasons for doing this, don't be angry, maybe I will tell you in two days Showdown."

"Who cares about it!" Qiao Yexin pushed her away displeased, "Go away, I'm off to work."

"Hey, Ye Xin..."

Han Ziqi frowned, always worried that Qiao Yexin would do something excessive.

Song Qianxi had been staring at the bathroom since the two of them entered the bathroom. Not long after, Qiao Yexin came out angrily, while Han Ziqi looked worried.

A bad premonition arises spontaneously.

She clenched the pen tightly, remembering what Chu Muhan said.

The book "Bidong Wife" is selling well on all major platforms, and Chu Muhan also paid a price to make derivatives. She can't let her and Chu Muhan's hard work go to waste just because of her momentary soft-heartedness.

As if making up her mind, she clenched her fists.

"Ye Xin, come out with me, I have something to tell you."

"Okay, sister Qianxi."

Qiao Yexin had a bad feeling and glanced at Han Ziqi resentfully.

Han Ziqi looked innocent.

Walking to the corridor, Qiao Yexin asked respectfully, "Sister Qianxi, what's the matter?"

Song Qianxi frowned in embarrassment, unable to speak out.

She sighed, looked at her, and said, "I'm sorry Ye Xin, I thought about it last night, you are so good and suitable for a wider world, so..."

She paused, unable to speak.

"So, you're going to fire me?" Qiao Yexin sneered, without the respect she had just now, "Last night, she encouraged me to work hard, saying that the studio would get up and share my shares. But in one night, she slapped me in the face gone."

"Ye Xin, you are excellent, and you can really find a better job." Song Qianxi felt sorry, "I can introduce you to a job, just..."

"Thank you, no need! I, Qiao Yexin, don't need your charity." Qiao Yexin suddenly turned up her voice, gave Song Qianxi a hard look, picked up her bag and left the studio.

Qiao Yexin walked out of the office building, cursing, "What kind of crap, I don't care about it!"

She took out her cell phone to make a call, her eyes gloomy.

"I got what you want, remember to credit the money to my account."