First Lady

Hmm... I'm so happy that Mr. Ming took a look at her today and said three words to her. I was so excited. This was never treated like this before.

Ming Ye didn't pay much attention to the small package, glanced at it and returned to the document to be reviewed.

He took his coat and went out without looking at it until after get off work. When he walked outside, he remembered that he didn't seem to have the car keys, so he turned around and went back again.

It happened that the key was placed not far away from the package, Ming Ye frowned. After the package was opened, there was an envelope inside.

A small envelope and three photos made Ming Ye stand in the same place and couldn't move for half a minute. His whole body seemed to be drained of strength, crumbling, and his heart felt as if it had been lingering. It hurt so badly... [

In the first one, she was pressed on the sofa, her face was expressionless and her eyes were cold, but it was the posture of the two of them.

In the second picture, she was pressed against the door, the back of her hand was twisted from behind, her expression could not be seen clearly, the man's hand got into her clothes.

In the third picture, she is obediently lying in the man's arms. The man's hand has been inserted into the skirt, and the shirt on the upper body is rolled up to the chest, revealing a white and slender waist. The long black hair is covered in a mess. It's not much, and when people see it, they will feel hot all over, and it seems that they can hear her panting and moaning.

If the first Chapter 2 is forced, then Chapter 3 is consensual.

That woman, whom he regards as his life, kept saying 'be my man' last night, but she was lying in the arms of another man.

Ming Ye's trembling hands could hardly hold the weight of the photo, as if a big stone was blocked in his throat, he couldn't breathe.

The fist was clenched and creaked, and the scene was horrific, and the next second he punched heavily on the mahogany table.

After a bang, a crater sank into the hard tabletop, and splintered wooden thorns pierced the back of his hand, slowly oozing scarlet blood.

Chu Qiao heard the movement outside the door and rushed in. Just about to ask what happened, he saw the photo on the ground unexpectedly, and immediately couldn't say a word.

Why did he forget it? It wasn't that if he didn't tell, others would have no way to keep Ming Ye from knowing.

Chu Qiao didn't dare to go forward, didn't dare to look at Ming Ye's expression at the moment, so he could only stand silently behind him.

Ah, tired of crooked, finally finished writing, you can abuse the bird a little bit~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~