The CEO's husband didn't come home every night, and Secretary Chu was angry

"Secretary Chu, who were those two people just now? They didn't seem very friendly to you." Chu Mu and Zhang Qian walked into a jewelry store. Zhang Qian picked up a brooch and asked casually.

"Those are Yi Yichen's nephew and niece-in-law." Among the jewelry trays, there was a particularly distinctive ring from the Middle Ages. Chu Mu took it in his hand and looked at it, answering Zhang Qian's question nonchalantly.

Zhang Qian's eyes flickered slightly, and she looked at Chu Mu with a hint of doubt in her eyes. Since they were Mr. Yi's nephew and niece-in-law, why were they so rude to Chu Mu, Mrs. Yi?

Zhang Qian didn't ask any more questions, but just smiled slightly, suppressing all these doubts.

After a moment, she seemed to have thought of something, her voice became higher, her smile deepened, and she said, "Secretary Chu, President Yi and I..."

She paused as she spoke.

Chu Mu raised his eyes to look at her, his dark pupils showing unclear emotions.

Zhang Qian smiled slightly, seeming to find it somewhat amusing, yet also somewhat childish. She said, "It was President Yi who asked me to act more realistically. It's my fault for not telling you about this in advance."

So that's what it was.

Chu Mu's eyebrows slightly raised. She didn't expect that she would specifically explain this to her. She replied leisurely, "He asked you to act with him to deceive me, and you didn't dare to refuse. It's nothing."

Yi Yichen's murderous aura and sharp eyes were enough to make people shudder just by looking at him. It was understandable that Chu Chao did not dare to refuse.

I didn't expect Chu Mu to be so easy to talk to.

Looking at her beautiful and sharp facial features, I thought she was an extremely difficult person.

Zhang Qian smiled slightly and said nothing more.

Chu Mu was in a bad mood as he sailed on the cruise ship to Southeast Asia. But Cao Minhui, who had just disembarked from the ship, was intoxicated by alcohol all day, numbing her nerves.

She has become a regular visitor to the Tribute Club.

In the fluorescent booth, Cao Minhui's thin figure leaned lonely on the sofa, half of her face was submerged in the darkness and could not be seen clearly, and the other half was exposed under the neon light. Her pair of beautiful round eyes, without their usual brightness, looked particularly dark.

She raised her slender jade-like fingers gently and poured cup after cup of wine from the table into her stomach, but tears fell down.

"Ms. Cao, it's getting late. How about I take you home?" This situation lasted for several days. The male model next to her couldn't stand it anymore. There was a hint of heartache in his narrow eyes.

Although Cao Minhui has a bad temper, she is never vague about giving money and never touches them. She is a rare financial sponsor.

Cao Minhui glanced over sharply and said unhappily, "Stop talking nonsense. Am I the guest or are you the guest?"

"Cao..."

The male model wanted to persuade her further, but as soon as he opened his mouth, someone patted his shoulder.

He looked back and saw the man wearing a black windbreaker. The sapphire on his ear was shining exceptionally, giving off an air of nobility.

He was slightly stunned and looked at him doubtfully, but his entire face was hidden in the darkness, making it difficult to see clearly.

Xu Qianfeng glanced at Cao Minhui, who was already completely drunk, and said to the male model, "I'm her friend. You go first. I'll take her home."

I have never heard that Cao Minhui has any friends, but the man has an air of nobility, not like an ordinary person.

He hesitated slightly, but nodded, walked to Cao Minhui's side, and said softly: "Miss Cao, your friend is here to pick you up, I'll leave first."

Cao Minhui half-raised her eyelids and looked at him drunkenly.

friend?

Is it Yi Yichen?

She looked up, the drunkenness had faded away, her eyes brightened a little, and her body sat up straight involuntarily.

What is Xu Qianfeng here for?