Chapter 1922

    

h Xia Zhenguo was feudal and selfish, he was really filial. If he knew that she and Yan Yan conspired to frame Xia Xiyu, the consequences would be unimaginable.this secret must be kept!.hung up the ph...Chapter 1922

outside the gate of the villa are several tough bodyguards in black. "Hello, Miss Ye. Please review the mansion immediately. Please come with us."

"Ling Ling, don't go." Sister Hua did not expect that old man Gu and Wen Lan, a grievant woman in boudoir, had come to her door so quickly. She was afraid that they would hurt Ye Ling, so she quickly stopped the way.

Ye Ling looked calmly at Sister Hua. "Sister Hua, don't worry, I'll be right back."

Ye Ling followed the bodyguards in black.

Sister Hua is fidgeting. She is afraid that something will happen. This is the only person she can think of. Gu Yuejin!

by the way, Gu Yuejin!

Sister Hua immediately picked up her cell phone and wanted to contact Gu Yuejin, but soon she put the phone down again. Do you still need her to contact Gu Yuejin at this time

he must have heard the news already

I didn't expect it. Ye Ling was pregnant and miscarried at the age of 18. He used to be a father, and it was in this way that he heard about it from others. Sister Hua felt that Ye Ling was very ruthless this time.

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Gu Shi, in the conference room.

the sales director is doing this quarter's sales report, and the executives of the company with blue cards around their necks listen attentively. Of course, from time to time, they also sneak a peek at Gu Yuejin, who is sitting in the main seat. They all found that his president is not in the state today, because he often looks at his mobile phone during meetings, as if something attractive in the mobile phone has taken his soul away.

Today, Gu Yuejin was dressed in a well-fitting black suit. He sat on the main seat, his straight back leaned lazily against the back of his chair, his handsome eyelids drooping, and he was fiddling with his mobile phone.

he opened, closed, and opened Wechat.

the Wechat was empty. Ye Ling did not contact him.

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Gu Yujin evokes a faint and mocking arc of her thin lips, and she really doesn't have a heart.

Last night he slammed the door and left, so she stopped contacting him and set him free.

she knew full well how good his market was outside, and there were plenty of foxes pouncing on his arms, but she didn't care at all.

Gu Yuejin hates her, and she hates herself even more. He is used to her.

now he has no interest in what was said at the meeting, and all he can think about is going back to her. Last night, he was afraid of hurting her in the shower room, so he dillydally for a while, and finally got it into her body despite her opposition. When he was still thinking about it, he didn't know that her backhand slapped him in the face.

thanks to her, she also boasts that she is the most thoughtful person. Woman, he looked at her feelings. The woman's professional ability is really too poor.

Gu Yuejin thought of her nervousness in pregnancy, and she couldn't help being upset. He turned off his cell phone and frowned into the word "Chuan".

then, with a "boom", the door of the conference hall was suddenly pushed open and the private secretary appeared in a hurry.

the sales director who was just giving a report was interrupted, and everyone's eyes fell on the private secretary.

it was so quiet in the conference hall that you could hear a pin drop on the floor.

the atmosphere is weird. Gu Yuejin on the

theme raised her head and looked at him with a cold, unhappy look. The private secretary had been with him for several years, and this was the first time she had been so reckless and unruly.

the private secretary hurried over and whispered, "President, no, Miss Ye." Something's wrong. "

Gu Yujin pursed her thin lips. "what can happen to her"h her best friend, Mrs. Lu. Mrs. Lu gradually cheered up, and of course there was a good news that Lu Yin woke up.Lu Yinyin finally opened her eyes in a coma.the sky is clear after the rain, the late...