A pillow of greed, the president asks for a divorce

And in the hospital ward, although Gusu Jingshu's fever had subsided, she was angry at this moment because the phone call to He Jingshen was blocked last night.

He Jingshen coaxed her for a long time, and she said she wanted to play with his mobile phone, so he had to give it to her, since there were no secrets in his mobile phone anyway.

During this time, he was going to the bathroom, when Ye Wushuang's phone call came in.

Gusu Jingshu saw that there was no name saved on the caller ID, and there were not many people who knew He Jingshen's private mobile phone number. After thinking about it, she answered the call, and a slightly frightened female voice came from over there——

"Hello, is that He Jingshen?"

Gusu Jingshu's mind immediately sounded the alarm, glanced at the bathroom, and asked in a low voice: "Who are you?"

Ye Wushuang was startled, "Isn't this He Jingshen's phone?"

"Yes, it's not convenient for him to answer the phone now. Who are you? How do you know he's okay?"

Gusu Jingshu's tone was aggressive, as if she was a hostess. Ye Wushuang somehow remembered that when he left the house in the morning, he said 'I'm going to the hospital to read Jingshu'.

Could it be that the person answering the phone now is the 'quiet book' he was talking about?

"Speak, who are you?"

Her silence made Gusu Jingshu even more uneasy, and even Gusu Jingshu had already thought about Mrs. He Jiaxin.

At this time, He Jingshen came out of the bathroom, saw her holding his mobile phone as if answering the phone, frowned and asked, "Whose phone is it?"

Gusu Jingshu's eyes flickered, but she was calm and thoughtful, she took off the phone and hung up the phone while smiling and said to him: "I don't know, it's a stranger, I answered it but didn't speak, maybe I made a wrong call Come on, don't worry about it, will you stay with me tonight?"

Ye Wushuang has been quietly listening to every word from the other end of the phone, and did not make another sound until the phone was hung up by the other party.

She thought about it, this woman should be the 'Jing Shu'.

The person who can make He Jingshen miss his heart, the person who skips work early in the morning and wants to see him, who else is there besides the woman on his heart?

In the enclosed space, it was pitch black, and the helpless little woman huddled in a corner, not moving for a long time.

Ye Wushuang is more sure than anyone else that he doesn't love He Jingshen.

However, they are married.

He is her husband, and she is his wife. At this moment, she is trapped in the elevator and no one comes to rescue her, while he is in the hospital ward with another woman, talking and loving each other.

He Jingshen clearly explained the so-called irony with practical actions.

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In the afternoon, He Jingshen hurried back to the company while Gusu Jingshu was taking a nap, and when he arrived, he asked the secretary about the morning meeting.

The secretary reported it again, but did not leave immediately, as if he had something to say.

He Jingshen raised his eyebrows and glanced at her, and asked, "Is there anything else?"

The secretary said cautiously, "Mr. He, the person who sent you the documents in the morning...is the Young Madam?"

"how?"

The secretary's expression seemed to be a little uneasy and guilty, and he lowered his head and said, "Is the young lady okay now?"

He Jingshen was taken aback, his brows furrowed slightly, and obvious puzzlement flashed in his eyes.

The secretary was also surprised now, "Mr. He, don't you know? The elevator suddenly broke down when the young lady came up in the morning. She was trapped in it for three hours, and she was unconscious when she was rescued..."

Her voice became smaller and smaller, while He Jingshen's face became more and more serious, and his tone was cold: "Why didn't anyone call me?"