First Lady

Chu Qiao tremblingly pushed open the door and saw Ming Ye with a tired face and no energy. It was clear that he hadn't rested all night, and even the clothes he was wearing were yesterday's, with some wrinkles.

No matter how busy the former Young Master Ming was at work, he would never wake up the next day without changing his clothes.

Chu Qiao has followed Ming Ye for so many years, and knows that he was a very particular person when he was a child. Compared with the past, what he looks like now is really sad.

Chu Qiao said dryly: "Master..."

Yesterday he was overwhelmed with the delusion that 'the bicycle can catch up with the rocket', but after half an hour of chasing, the master was not happy. [

Chu Qiao had no choice but to sigh and return home dejectedly, only to remember when he got home, oh...he still has a cold beauty in his house.

Ming Ye originally planned to let Mi Sha see the decline yesterday, but who would have thought that would happen, so the matter of Mi Sha was shelved for now.

"Have you checked it out?"

"During your stay in Italy, Madam only went out once. Mrs. Lan's young lady asked Madam to go shopping..." Chu Qiao paused and began to think about what to say next.

Ming Ye knew that there was something else behind Chu Qiao: "What else?"

"Also... I met Mrs. Zhou's family at the jewelry store and had a fight with Madam. Of course Madam won, but... Madam was also very angry, so she bid farewell to Fang Li and stopped shopping."

Chu Qiao strengthened his courage, and said with difficulty: "Later...Madam didn't go back to the mansion directly, but went to...Huating."

He has already said that he avoids the important and ignores the important, and has tried his best not to say words that can make his life go crazy, but...it doesn't work.

Ming Ye clenched his injured hand tightly into a fist, and uttered three words from between his teeth: "Who did you see?"

Chu Qiao was shocked by Ming Ye's murderous look, and hurriedly said three words: "Wei Shuo."

After saying these three words, Chu Qiao almost wanted to run away. After taking one look at Ming Ye's face at that time, he never dared to take a second look.

The temperature in the office plummeted to a critical point, and Chu Qiao felt that the cold wind blowing outside was warmer than inside.

Ming Ye's face was ruthless, with a murderous look on his brows: "Bring the photo."

Chu Qiao immediately dug out the photo from the courier yesterday from his file bag, and handed it over with both hands.

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