Was Aquaman’s ex-husband cremated today?

Mrs. Fan was so happy when she received the notice that both of them would go home for dinner in the evening that she used all the cooking skills she had learned throughout her life to prepare six dishes and a soup.

The braised oxtail is bright red in color and full of fragrance; the fried shrimp segments are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, golden and attractive; the Huangshan stewed pigeon has tender meat and a mellow soup; the pocket tofu has a peculiar shape and a delicate taste; in addition, there are the green pepper konjac, sesame oil taro, and the last dish, osmanthus soup, which both of them like to eat.

On the dining table, there was a bottle of 94 French winery Lafite, the wine showing a charming deep red color under the light.

Two pink scented candles flicker above the dining table, creating a romantic and warm atmosphere.

Zhou Yongan drank two cups in a row, picked up the chopsticks gracefully and calmly, and picked up a piece of konjac.

"Although the post is anonymous, the IP address belongs to the Human Resources team." His voice was calm and firm, stating a fact.

Hearing this, Li Qingwen glanced at Zhou Yongan's calm face and denied, "It's not me."

The voice is clear and the eyes are honest.

"I didn't say it was you." If he didn't even have this little insight, what was the point of being a vice president?

The intention of that post was obviously directed at both him and Li Qingwen.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yongan said, "People's hearts are hidden in their stomachs. I want to remind you that the closer you are to someone, the more likely they are to stab you in the back."

Li Qingwen's heart trembled, thinking of what Sister Ivy had said to him in the afternoon. He raised his eyes to look at Zhou Yongan, who was using chopsticks to pick up pigeon meat and handing it to her bowl.

His movements were natural and friendly, as if there was no barrier between them.

"You and Yueyue went into the lounge and were seen by Sister Ivy." She bluntly pointed out that Sister Ivy came specifically to remind her to be careful of Zhou Yongan's trick.

Zhou Yongan remained calm when he heard this and admitted openly, "Yes, but we didn't do anything."

"I'm just reminding you that there are too many people in the company."

Zhou Yongan glanced at her and smiled: "Are you not thinking nonsense?"

Li Qingwen was silent for a moment, his eyes dead, and his voice was indifferent: "You shouldn't allow her to cross the line."

This one sentence made Zhou Yongan pause.

He ate his meal in silence, without making excuses or admitting his mistake: "There won't be a next time."

Then he raised the goblet and handed it over: "After all, this is what you wanted to see today. Cheers."

Li Qingwen picked up the wine glass and clinked it with his, with mixed emotions in his eyes.

In fact, before issuing the suspension announcement, her eldest brother called her and asked whether she should officially announce her marital relationship with Zhou Yongan so that they would not violate any regulations.

Zhou Yongan would not have to be suspended from his post.

She didn't agree.

The shareholders intended to take advantage of the situation and wanted to drive Zhou Yongan out. How could she stab him in the back at this time? To borrow Lao Yu’s original words: Qingwen, you used a good beauty trap!

Zhou Yongan peeled the fried shrimp shells and handed them to Li Qingwen's bowl with gentle and careful movements.

Li Qingwen looked at the shrimp in the bowl, her dim eyes filled with guilt, even though she had previously claimed that she did not feel guilty towards him.

Zhou Yongan suddenly laughed, with a hint of self-mockery and helplessness in his voice: "Seeing that you are safe and sound, I knew that it must be those shareholders who were biting me. I didn't expect that I would really fall into the trap of the rules I set."

Li Qingwen was moved when he heard this: "You mean, it was you who made the rule against office romance?"

Zhou Yongan glanced at the candles beside him, his eyes falling on her bright face: "I asked my father to give the order."

There are many young talents in Huayu. It is common for colleagues to date each other, and there are also many couples.

After seeing Li Qingwen at the annual meeting, he suddenly had an idea and used his eloquent tongue to explain the impact of office romances, from work attitude to causing capital diversion, business failure, security incidents and other major problems. He successfully persuaded his father to issue an order to ban office romances in Huayu.

Li Qingwen's pupils trembled.

If it is true as he said, when the regulations were issued, Zhou Yongan had just started college and was still a student...

A terrible thought began to grow in Li Qingwen's mind.

Did he make this rule for her?

He picked up the red wine glass, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp, but the excitement in his heart still could not be calmed.

Li Qingwen pulled the corner of his mouth and half-jokingly eased the suspicion in his heart: "There are so many Huayu employees who are still unmarried at an advanced age. It seems that you have contributed a lot."

"What does it have to do with me?"

Li Qingwen asked, "Aren't you meddling too much?"

Zhou Yongan stared at her, his eyes becoming increasingly irritated: "Isn't it because I'm afraid that you'll be snatched away by another man?"

Those few light words confirmed her guess, and for a moment, Li Qingwen's head couldn't stop buzzing.

"Did you just throw a fly into my head? Why are my ears buzzing..." She laughed, thinking about how to describe her current symptoms.

Zhou Yongan did not smile. He stared at Li Qingwen with deep and serious eyes. Suddenly, he stood up, leaned forward, reached out, pinched Li Qingwen's chin, and kissed him.

The kiss came suddenly.

Li Qingwen's body froze in place, holding chopsticks in one hand and an empty wine glass in the other, and he was forced to tilt his head back.

Zhou Yongan's kiss was gentle and affectionate.

Li Qingwen felt his heart beating violently and rapidly and his face was burning.

After kissing for a while, Zhou Yongan stopped, put his forehead against hers, and said intoxicatedly: "I love you, Li Qingwen."

My heart beat faster and faster, as if it was going to burst out of my body.

Li Qingwen took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, raised his head and looked into Zhou Yongan's intoxicating eyes.

"Beep...beep..." The sound of a cell phone vibrating came from the quiet living room.

Mrs. Fan, who was hiding in the kitchen, sent the captured photos to the group and received a red envelope from Boss Luo. Seeing that the Second Young Master and his wife had discovered her presence, she had no choice but to come out and wave: "Second Young Master, Madam, see you tomorrow."

Li Qingwen's cheeks turned red and he lowered his head in embarrassment.

Zhou Yongan sat back in his chair, reached out to pick up the wine glass, and admired the woman's rosy face.

In the evening, Li Qingwen stayed in his room reading after washing up.

Half an hour passed, and the book "Financial Markets" written by Master Ross became a tool to deceive people in her hands, and she didn't turn a single page.

Her mind was still thinking about the kiss Zhou Yongan had given her during the meal and his sweet words.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt unwilling. Li Qingwen closed the book and walked out of the room. There was only a dim night light in the living room downstairs. She turned around and stopped at the door of Zhou Yongan's room.

Raise your hand.

Knocked it down.

The door opened, and Zhou Yongan was wearing a T-shirt and a thong, looking clean and refreshed after taking a shower.

His eyes fell on Li Qingwen's thin white gauze dress, and he let her in, saying, "I was looking for you."

"What's the matter?" As she was speaking, she was held in his arms.

"What do you think?" He held her slender waist with one hand and firmly grasped the back of her neck with the other hand, then leaned over and kissed her soft lips.

A domineering and violent kiss.

It is as sweet and soft as strawberry candied haws.

Li Qingwen dodged left and right, his hands pressed tightly against Zhou Yongan's chest.

Like a traveler who has not seen water for a long time in the desert, Zhou Yongan's hunger and thirst are visible to the naked eye. He searches for the nectar and rubs her body hard into his own, as if she can quench his thirst.

The hand against her chest gradually lost its power and fell down limply. Zhou Yongan lifted her chin and said, "Open."