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

Chen Shaoting felt a dull pain in his chest as if his heart was hit hard by a hammer.

Chu Mu is married, but he kisses Yi Yichen in the restaurant.

But Yi Yichen defended another woman in front of her, and the two of them kept a distance from each other in front of outsiders.

For a moment, thousands of possibilities swirled in his mind.

Is the relationship between Chu Mu and Yi Yichen just that of a boss and a secretary?

He lowered his head and did not discuss the matter further. He just said in a casual tone, "The coffee is good."

The topic returned to school. Chen Shaoting seemed to have a lot of impressions of her, which surprised Chu Mu. During college, although they often participated in the same club activities, their conversations with each other were very rare, and they didn't even talk more than five sentences.

I didn't expect him to be so attentive and remember so many things about her.

After a cup of coffee, Chen Shaoting took a call and left.

Chu Mu returned to Jingxiu Garden and gave the pigeon blood red to Qi Man.

Chen Shaoting will come to pick it up tomorrow morning.

Hearing that Chen Shaoting would be coming tomorrow, Qi Man was extremely happy and exclaimed, "Chen Shaoting is coming tomorrow?"

"Yeah." Chu Mu nodded in confirmation. Looking at Qi Man's smiling face, she pretended to ask casually, "Do you like him?"

Qi Man hadn't been in a relationship since that incident. She had been on blind dates before, but every time she tried to get in touch with someone, she always said she wasn't comfortable.

When she met Chen Shaoting this time, she got along well with him and seemed to be looking forward to their meeting.

"..." Qi Man blushed, lowered her head, and said shyly, "I just thought he was a gentleman."

"Having a crush is the beginning of love." Chu Mu secretly looked at her and teased her cautiously, fearing that one of her careless actions would cut off her ignorant heartbeat.

After saying this, Qi Man's eyes suddenly darkened, and he changed the subject, "Are you ready for tomorrow's court session?"

Chu Mu knew when to stop and changed the subject, replying, "We must win."

Lin Chusheng's previous beating of her could have been defined as domestic violence, but what happened today could be directly classified as intentional injury and escalate to a criminal case.

"That's good. If Lin Chusheng is locked up, I won't have to worry about your safety anymore." Qi Man hugged her tightly.

That night, Chu Mu stayed overnight at Jingxiu Garden.

The next morning, she bought Qi Man's favorite breakfast and drove to the court.

Two minutes later, her car left the underground garage.

Stephen Lee, who had been guarding all night, smiled evilly and said greedily and excitedly, "From today on, the lovely Miss Qi Man will belong to me completely."

He stepped on the accelerator and his car passed by Chu Mu and entered the residential complex.

Lin Ji, who was not far away, frowned slightly at the familiar license plate number. He had followed Chu Mu for several days and could see this license plate number almost anywhere he went to Jingxiu Garden. Whenever he saw Qi Man coming out, he would follow.

At first, he didn't take it seriously. But as soon as Chu Mu left, his car rushed into the residential complex. Could it be that Lin Jiaojiao had someone following Qi Man?

This kind of thing is something a little slut would do.

After taking a look at Chu Mu's car, Lin Ji reversed the steering wheel and followed Stephen Lee into the community.

It's also time to say hello to Qi Man, otherwise I'll blame him for being impolite.

Lin Ji took a deep drag on his cigarette and tossed the butt out the window. The rich smell of tobacco lingered in his lungs, and the image of that afternoon came back vividly to him.

Hoarse, shouting, and then exhausted.

The blood and dirty liquid blend together, bringing a bloody pleasure!

He licked his lips.

Qi Man is a very tough nut to crack.

His eyes darkened, he touched the scar on his shoulder, his sinister gaze crossing time and space, returning to the present.