The wife of the paranoid president is a boss

"Chuchu, I know that Linlin has hurt you too, and she has learned her lesson. You don't remember the villain's mistakes. For Aunt Song's sake, can you come and participate?"

After Song Shiyou talked, Xiao Chuchu's heart softened, "It depends on the situation, come when you have time."

"Okay, we've agreed, we must come, we must come!" Song Shi seemed to feel that she had agreed just now, and then he became greedy, "Chuchu, when you come, bring Master Beichen with you, and I will prepare a table alone Treat Young Master Beichen with good wine and good food."

"...He also depends on the situation. Is uncle still doing anything?" She said coldly.

"No...no..." And, before a second came, "Yes."

Song Shi looked at Xiao Chuchu, "Chuchu, uncle knows that you have been cold outside and hot inside, if your aunt could come to Linlin's wedding..."

Xiao Chuchu knew that if Song Shi had one, there would be two, and if there was two, there would be three, "Let's finish my uncle, I have something to do later."

"Oh, oh, look, uncle has delayed your time, you are busy."

Xiao Chuchu lifted her foot and left.

However, Song Shi's voice continued, "Come back often when you are free, and you can also help your aunt when you are free!"

Xiao Chuchu pursed her lips and returned to the car.

She thought about what Song Shi said seriously.

She went to Song Yelin's wedding, just as Song Shi said, if you don't look at the face of the Buddha, you only look at Song Zhi's face.

Inviting Beichen Yuqing, she can't guarantee that he will go.

As for Ye Meimei, to be honest, she wouldn't be imprisoned for doing something wrong, and after being imprisoned for so many days, she received the punishment she deserved.

Go back and talk to Beichen Yuqing to see if he is willing to let him go.

Xiao Chuchu went back to the apartment by car.

Beichen Yuqing wasn't at home, and she didn't come back at night. Did she start to be busy again?

At about ten o'clock, Xiao Chuchu called him.

He didn't answer.

Suddenly, she felt an indescribable feeling in her heart.

Fortunately, he called in a few minutes.

Xiao Chuchu was angry, so she didn't answer the call immediately, and she only pressed it when the ringtone was about to end.

"Hi." Her voice was flat.

"Chuchu." Beichen Yuqing's low and mellow voice sounded, "Haven't you slept yet?"

"No, that you...won't you come back?"

"The company has something to do. I may not be able to come back tonight. You should go to bed earlier and don't wait for me."

"You think too much, I didn't wait for you." Xiao Chuchu said with her lips curled up.

"Really?" Beichen Yuqing smiled lowly, "The servant told me that you turn off the lights very late every day to rest."

She panicked, "I... I'm studying."

"Well, wait for me to study, not bad."

She was slightly annoyed, "You! I won't tell you anymore, hang up!"

annoying!

"Chuchu." Beichen Yuqing stopped her from hanging up the phone, and he didn't talk to her for a minute. He still wanted to hear her voice, "I miss you, how about you?"

Xiao Chuchu was actually just scaring him, so she didn't want to hang up the phone. Hearing him say that she missed her, a warm feeling passed through her heart. She pursed her lips and made a nasal sound of 'hmm. '

They chatted for a while, Xiao Chuchu told her about Song's invitation to attend Song Yelin's wedding, but he neither agreed nor refused.

It was Ye Meimei's business, so he agreed to let her go without saying a word.

Xiao Chuchu was surprised.

Pretty easy to talk to.

Then we talked for a while, then hung up the phone.

Xiao Chuchu cleaned up by herself and fell asleep.

Get up the next morning.

See that the place next to it is empty.

Xiao Chuchu pursed her lips, feeling uncomfortable again.

There is sourness, bitterness and anger, if this continues, she will become a resentful woman!

Although it was clear that he would not come back, he just couldn't control it.

Did she just ask Beichen Yuqing what she's been up to recently?

Too busy to come back.

And that photo...

Thinking of the photos, Xiao Chuchu felt even more sour.