The wealthy little wife: BOSS adults entangled in the door

This night, the moonlight is bright and clear.

Chen Yizhou was in a very happy mood, and even whistled along the way.When I walked out of the community, I was stopped by someone.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at the man across from him.

The man cut to the chase: "I'm Qu Cunzi, I want to talk to you."

He pretended to be surprised: "Young Master Qu? What brought you here? Do we have friendship? How could you condescend to come to talk to me?" Seeing that Qu Cunzi's expression was not good, he spread his hands with a smile: "Forget it, what's the matter with you?"

"Speak from another place."

It was a very quiet private tea room, the tea was served, Qu Cunzi signaled the pretty waiter to go out, and closed the door of the private room.

Four eyes facing each other.

Each is measuring the other.

Each other is slandering each other.

Look at this rogue nouveau riche, he smells like copper;

Look at this prodigal son and rich second generation, he turned out to have a pretty face.

"Mr. Qu, what is so mysterious?"

Qu Cunzi cut to the chase: "Chen Yizhou, you are not allowed to harass Fang Likun anymore."

He raised his eyebrows: "Why do you think Chen is harassing?"

"!!!"

"Besides, this is a matter between me and Dr. Fang, why bother Mr. Qu?" He pretended to be surprised, "Mr. Qu, forgive Chen for his ignorance, Mr. Qu and Dr. Fang are inseparable, you are useless What are you doing?"

Qu Cunzi didn't even frown: "I'm her husband."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Chen Yizhou laughed out loud, but seeing that this guy wasn't blushing and his heart was not beating, and lying like a joke, he was amused: "Young Master Qu really knows how to joke, everyone in the world knows that Mrs. Jiang Yueming is Mrs. I have admired Ms. Jiang's name for a long time, and I even played a few tricks with Mrs. Zun on the mahjong table. Do you think Mr. Qu drank too much tonight?"

Qu Cunzi looked at him with enigmatic eyes.

He took out something and handed it over.

When Chen Yizhou saw it, he was really overwhelmed by thunder. In this world, there are people who carry divorce certificates with them.

"Chen Yizhou, you can see clearly, Jiang Yueming and I have already divorced."

"But that doesn't mean you have anything to do with Dr. Fang."

Chen Yizhou still didn't care about it: "Although the Qu family is rich and powerful, you and I have never had any business dealings. If Mr. Qu has official business, Chen is very honored to have the opportunity to cooperate with each other. If Mr. Qu is fine, then we will leave first. "

He got up.

Qu Cunzi still smiled unfathomably: "What's the hurry?"

He took out an envelope slowly: "Mr. Chen, don't you want to see what's inside?"

Chen Yizhou sat down nonchalantly, and reached out to take the envelope, "Forget it, I'll just see what it is."

In the envelope, several yellowed photos.

A man and a woman hug each other.

Because it was shot indoors, the lighting was dim and the effect was not good, but Chen Yizhou's side face was clearly visible, making it easy to recognize at a glance.On the contrary, the woman in his arms had curly golden hair half-covered her face, she was heavily made up, and her face was blurry, making it difficult for people to recognize who she was.

She just hugged him, desperately, like an octopus, in order to prevent him from escaping so that he could be photographed.

He looked at these photos over and over several times, and said with a smile, "Mr. Qu, what do you mean?"

Qu Cunzi said indifferently: "You will not know what I mean."

He spread his hands: "My old Chen has a low IQ, I really don't know what Mr. Qu means."