Dear Mr. Shi

Shi Yuhan interrupted her: "I don't know what your purpose is for you to say these things to me, but I hope it ends here."

Zhang Jie heard this, her heart tense.

She felt that there was something that Shi Yuhan seemed to have made clear to her, but she didn't expect him to tell her everything, because she didn't know what she would gain after the incident.

But I couldn't help it, put aside my face, told Shi Yuhan, and was ready, and accepted everything Shi Yuhan treated her.

Zhang Jie's surface was still calm.

She just looked embarrassed and bit her lip: "What's the matter? Do you dislike other people and talk about your employees? Or did I make complaints like this and bother you?"

"Me!" Shi Yuhan's voice, Shen Lengyouhan: "It's me!"

"Huh?" Zhang Jie began to tense, and sweat was oozing out of her palms!

"Her husband is me!" Shi Yuhan's cold and merciless voice sounded again without warmth.

Zhang Jie's eyes trembled, her pretty face pale.

Her thick eyelashes hung down to conceal the jealousy in her heart, and then raised her eyes in astonishment, and said in disbelief: "You said you are married, and Song Qinghuan is your wife?"

Shi Yuhan expressionlessly: "Ms. Zhang, I don’t allow anyone to wrong or insult my wife. I can sell your father a little bit of friendship. I will not pursue the matter for today, but I don’t want to hear more about it in the future. A gossip that you shouldn’t listen to, otherwise don’t blame me for being unkind."

He spoke coldly and his eyes were deep and sharp. He stared at her with only a deep look, and then moved away faintly.

But it was enough. Zhang Jie's heart trembled when he saw Zhang Jie, and suddenly felt a sorrow hit his back, and his heart seemed to be stabbed fiercely by something!

pain!

With the hand hanging beside her, she couldn't help shaking slightly. Zhang Jie said awkwardly: "I didn't know that she was your wife, so I told you so much, but I didn't lie or wronged her. I am not. People who can spread rumors, if you don’t believe it, just look at this..."

With that said, Zhang Jie took out a mobile phone from her bag, unfolded a message, and placed it in front of Shi Yuhan, "My brother’s mobile phone is here with me. You can read the information on it yourself and see if the person sending the message is her. See if I wronged her?"

After watching and talking several times in a row, she was already a little angry at the back.

Shi Yuhan's eyes were sharp, he could see the content clearly with a faint glance, and his deep eyes revealed a hint of coldness.

But even after disappearing again, he returned to look at Zhang Jie indifferently and ruthlessly: "I believe her, so Miss Zhang is not necessary. Come and prove to me again. I'll be fine, Miss Zhang, please come back!"

Zhang Jie's face was shocked, her fists were clenched, and she stayed in place for a long time before she forced herself to accept this indigestible fact.

She could hardly imagine that when she protected herself from the cold, he could actually believe Song Qinghuan in the face of real evidence.

Heartache and unwillingness filled her heart instantly. Her eyes were red with sour tears. She raised her voice to Shi Yuhan, "It’s not that you believe her, she didn’t do anything, how could you? ..."

She was very excited, with the spirit of Huo going out, very anxious and worried: "Do you know that from the first time I saw you I like you, I know you are meaningless to me, so I put this My feelings are hidden in my heart, I only hope you are happy, now you are actually...I really can’t see it, how can you be deceived by such a sleek woman!"