Wife and daughter died, the scumbag is celebrating the birthday of Bai Yueguang's child

Chapter 84 Throw It Away

When talking about searching the room, Mr. Yu took a special look at Song Wanqiu.

"Miss Song, do you have any objections?"

Upon hearing this, Song Wanqiu looked unnatural.

"Mr. Yu, now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, I think we should just forget about it. Otherwise, it would be a waste of your and Mr. San's time."

President Yu covered his lips and chuckled: "Miss Song is so considerate, how can it be called a waste of time? What are you guys still doing? Why don't you go search Miss Song's room."

"Yes."

The housekeeper was about to leave with his men, but Song Wanqiu quickly blocked their way.

"Mr. Yu, after all, this is the bedroom of the Third Master and me. Isn't this inappropriate?" she reminded.

"Ms. Song, you are too hypocritical. Miss Lin is a single woman who was sleeping, and she didn't say anything when you rushed in with so many men. What are you afraid of? Are you hiding something?" Mr. Yu said meaningfully.

"No no!"

Song Wanqiu kept shaking her head, her expression becoming increasingly ugly.

She wasn't hiding anything, but her room was so clean that it didn't look like a man or woman had ever lived there.

If others knew that Gong Chen didn’t sleep with her last night.

Where does she put her face?

But Mr. Yu didn't give her a chance to resist and just gave the housekeeper a look.

The housekeeper pushed Song Wanqiu aside and went to the next room, and the others followed.

Lin Zhiyi didn't want to go and just sat there without moving.

Yesterday, Song Wanqiu and Gong Chen were so impatient when they entered the room that they banged their heads against the walls.

You can imagine what the battlefield was like.

But Chen Huan pulled her out: "Why are you still sitting? Hurry up."

Lin Zhiyi was reluctantly pulled to the next room. She even whispered to Chen Huan: "You'd better not watch it. You'll get stye."

"Ah." Chen Huan indeed let out a low cry.

Look, tell her not to look.

Chen Huan lowered his voice and said, "Isn't this room too clean and tidy? I thought Third Master and Song Wanqiu would..."

Ok?

Lin Zhiyi looked up suspiciously and found that the room was incredibly clean.

Song Wanqiu's coat was hung neatly in the closet. Except for some marks on half of the bed, there were not many creases elsewhere.

She subconsciously glanced at the bathroom. Of the two towels, one had already been used, and the other was folded like a tofu block.

Lin Zhiyi was watching when she suddenly felt a gaze falling on her. She raised her eyes slightly and met Gong Chen's gaze unexpectedly.

His dark eyes were half closed, deep and intense. He looked at her, then at the tofu-block bath towel.

Lin Zhiyi suddenly felt so anxious that her scalp was numb. Gong Chen knew everything she was thinking.

At this moment, the quilt on the bed was lifted, Song Wanqiu's mobile phone fell to the ground, and a low gasp and the sound of body collision were heard.

this is not……

Lin Zhiyi looked towards the room in surprise, and saw Song Wanqiu picked up the phone and turned it off without any image.

President Yu burst out laughing: "No wonder Miss Song didn't let us come over. It turns out that she was lonely late at night. It's all my fault that I spent the whole night talking to Mr. San about work details. But Miss Song, don't be embarrassed. We are all adults. It doesn't matter what we like to watch or listen to."

As soon as she finished speaking, the eyes around her engulfed Song Wanqiu. Her face turned pale and she bit her lips tightly.

President Yu waved his hand lightly: "Okay, let's check the other two."

Chen Huan and Shen Yan's rooms were only roughly looked at.

Obviously, Mr. Yu just can't stand Song Wanqiu.

After checking the room, she casually said, "Breakfast is already prepared. I'll be waiting for you in the restaurant in half an hour."

"Third Master, I have something to do at work. Let's talk about it later."

Gong Chen nodded, and went ahead with Mr. Yu.

Seeing that everyone had dispersed, Lin Zhiyi turned around and prepared to go back to her room, but was stopped by Song Wanqiu.

"Is it you who did this? Otherwise, how could Mr. Yu know?"

"Know what?" Lin Zhiyi glanced at the phone she was holding tightly, "Know that you are impatient?"

Song Wanqiu tried to save her dignity, and emphasized in a low voice: "Third Master and I had such a harmonious relationship yesterday. He wanted me without even getting in bed. The sound on the phone was just for fun. Someone like you who needs drugs to get into bed certainly doesn't understand."

Lin Zhiyi sneered: "Then you can make more nourishing soup for your uncle when you have time."

"you……"

Lin Zhiyi didn't bother to pay attention to her, pulled her hand away and went into the room.

The example of Song Wanqiu who tried to steal a chicken but ended up losing the rice is very similar to that of Song Wanqiu.

He wanted to catch an adulterer and sell himself out.

However, how did Mr. Yu know that Song Wanqiu had this thing on her phone?

……

Under the promenade.

President Yu walked gracefully with a smile on her lips: "Third Master, are you satisfied with my performance just now? But aren't you angry that I embarrassed your fiancée like this?"

Yesterday, after she finished her phone call, she wanted to go back and discuss the contract details with Gong Chen. As soon as she reached the door, she heard noises coming from Song Wanqiu's room.

She had originally thought that it would be inconvenient to disturb them, but when she turned around, she ran into Gong Chen walking out of the living room. She immediately understood Song Wanqiu's trick.

Originally, she was too lazy to bother with Song Wanqiu, but today Song Wanqiu actually brought her people to show off her power in her territory.

Of course she had to teach him a lesson.

"Stop playing around." Gong Chen showed no emotion.

Mr. Yu laughed out loud, slowly handed a cigarette to Gong Chen, and leaned over to light it for him.

"Third Master, were you happy last night? Why didn't you thank me?"

"The contract is 10% less."

Gong Chen tilted his head and lit a cigarette, and he knew it was her doing.

Mr. Yu put out his lighter and said with a click of the tongue: "You are destroying the bridge after crossing it! You are helping that little girl, but you don't even go to see her?"

"No." Gong Chen continued to move forward.

"Oh, you're just being stubborn. There's no way a girl would like you!"

……

After washing up, Lin Zhiyi went to the restaurant with everyone.

After breakfast, the housekeeper said the road was open, so everyone got up and prepared to leave.

Before getting in the car, Lin Zhiyi walked up to Mr. Yu.

"Mr. Yu, thank you for the morning."

"Do you think it was me?" Mr. Yu smiled faintly.

"That is..." Lin Zhiyi asked suspiciously.

"It's not..." President Yu glanced behind Lin Zhiyi and said with a smile, "It's because you are so popular. Remember to design beautiful jewelry for me."

"must."

Lin Zhiyi didn't care about Mr. Yu's gaze. She was very happy about Mr. Yu's trust and made assurances again and again.

On the way back, everyone seemed to have not slept well last night and no one spoke along the way.

When Xue Man learned that Lin Zhiyi had dealt with Mr. Yu, she immediately gave the four of them a day off to have a good rest.

After sending the other three back, only Lin Zhiyi and Gong Chen were left in the car.

Thinking of the embarrassment of last night, Lin Zhiyi simply closed her eyes and pretended to take a nap.

As soon as she arrived at Gong's house, she quickly stood up, jumped out of the car and ran away.

Gong Chen frowned. Can he eat her?

He slowly got out of the car and the butler came over.

"Third Master, the old man wants you to pass through."

"Ah."

A moment later, he entered Mr. Gong's study.

The old man is practicing calligraphy, and he writes it down in one go.

The word "artistic conception" jumps out of the paper.

"Done the deal?"

"Ah."

Gong Chen sat at the table, picked up the teacup, skimmed it, and took a sip lazily.

The old man threw the words he had just written aside and continued writing, saying majestically: "Song Wanqiu has been in too many troubles online recently."

Gong Chen lowered his eyes and said nothing.

The old man waved his arms and said in a tone that did not allow for argument: "I heard that her studio is cooperating with Mr. Yu. If you want to keep her, give her some achievements."

"Got it." Gong Chen said coldly.

Then, the old man picked up the pen and circled the word "意".

"I can never write this word right. It will look ugly if I keep it."

Gong Chen put the cup down without even looking at it, and said coldly: "Then throw it away."

The old man loosened his grip and the paper went into the trash can.

"Alright."