When the marriage partner is my mortal enemy, I am scared

Xiao Cheng understood the meaning of everyone running away when disaster strikes.

Xiao Zhengqing was secretly complaining in his heart, thinking that the little bitch Chu He probably didn't know that Xiao Cheng didn't even care about her life or death in order to take over the Xiao family.

Right now, he must take over the management rights of the company. As for Chu He, since Xiao Cheng has already given up on her, he doesn't need to worry.

Xiao Cheng stared at his uncle's flushed old face and sneered, but still looked calm.

He put out the cigarette in his hand, stood up, leaned his long arms on the desk and looked at Xiao Zhengqing.

"Uncle, at the shareholders' meeting, I urge you to reconsider this carefully."

A hint of pride flashed across Xiao Zhengqing's heart. It seemed that Xiao Cheng was afraid, so he had to hold this shareholders' meeting.

He snorted coldly and left with a flick of his sleeves.

I just bumped into the secretary who came in with hot tea.

The secretary's hand trembled, and the steaming tea spilled out, instantly splashing all over Xiao Zhengqing.

Xiao Zhengqing is in his fifties, but his movements are quite skillful.

He jumped back, slapped the water stains on his body with his hands, and glared at the secretary fiercely.

Scolding loudly: "How do you do things? You don't want to do it anymore, right?"

This scene was too funny, Xiao Cheng couldn't help but sneer.

The secretary saw that Xiao Zhengqing's expensive suit was soaked.

"sorry Sorry……"

The secretary quickly apologized, looking back and forth between the two of them in panic.

Xiao Cheng nodded slightly to indicate that it was okay. The secretary felt relieved and quietly stepped aside.

Xiao Zhengqing was extremely embarrassed. He snorted coldly and pointed at the secretary, "Just wait for me!"

After saying this, he threw up his sleeves and walked out cursing.

Xiao Cheng withdrew his gaze from the door and said lightly: "You did a good job. I'll give you half a day off to go to the hospital for a check-up. The company will reimburse the expenses."

The secretary was stunned for a moment, then reacted, looked down at the back of her hand that had just been scalded, and her cheeks suddenly turned red.

"Thank you... Thank you, Mr. Xiao, I'm fine."

"Go out."

Xiao Cheng looked at the documents in his hand without looking up.

The secretary nodded with a silly smile on her face, then slowly turned and left.

My opinion of Mr. Xiao has changed a little. He doesn't seem as scary as the legend says.

The door closed.

Xiao Cheng then put down the documents in his hand and rubbed his eyebrows.

When he thought of Chu He's situation, he couldn't read a single word of the document in front of him.

Just because Chu He and Xiao Su hugged each other that day, he deliberately distanced himself from Chu He, and even he felt that it was a bit too much.

These days, I have been forcing myself not to see her.

I even dream about her. Inexplicably, I think of Xiang Yinyin again. Her eyes and eyebrows are somewhat similar to Chu He.

Xiao Cheng just felt a splitting headache.

My back, which hadn't hurt for a long time, started to hurt again.

He quickly opened the drawer, took out the medicine bottle, poured out two painkillers with trembling fingers, and swallowed them dry.

The sound of high heels came over and Xiao Yue walked in.

Seeing that Xiao Cheng looked unhappy, he hurried forward to help him.

"Brother Cheng, are you sick? Where do you feel uncomfortable? Do you want to see a doctor?"

The pungent smell of perfume hit his nose, and Xiao Cheng frowned.

"How did you come?"

Xiao Yue felt Xiao Cheng's cold gaze, and her hand on his arm trembled.

She had never seen Xiao Cheng look like this before.

I just felt that the man's eyes were red, and he looked scary when he looked at me.

It was like an invisible knife was pressed against her neck, as if if she spoke nonsense, it would be cut off mercilessly in the next second.

Xiao Cheng had no routine in his words and deeds. Xiao Yue couldn't figure this man out and was somewhat afraid of him.

But thinking of the purpose of his coming here, he smiled and said, "Brother Cheng, do you have a headache? Let me help you relax."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, but his wrist was grabbed tightly by a strong force.

Xiao Yue cried out in pain. "Brother Cheng, it hurts."

Xiao Cheng still frowned, and cold sweat on his forehead slowly flowed down from his temples.

His gaze was fixed on the woman's face, which made Xiao Yue feel uneasy.

"Who allowed you to touch me?"