My Remarried Wife

My Remarried Wife By Shi Wu Chapter 137

Seeing her take a step back, his eyes darkened. “Am I a devil?”

“What?”Forsythia didn’t understand what he meant and looked up at him in confusion.

“If I’m not a devil, why are you so afraid of me?”

Forsythia: “I’m sorry, brother. ”

She was not afraid of him. She was just afraid that if she ran into Richie, he would make trouble again. That man, although he didn’t like her, he was really possessive.

Because she is still Mrs. Ye of the Ye group.

“It’s okay. I won’t blame you.”With a gentle smile, he said in a low voice, “let me get it done here. You go upstairs first.”

Upon hearing this, Forsythia’s face changed slightly. “How can I do that? I can do it myself. brother, you can go ahead with your own work.”

Remembering that he had helped her in the canteen last time, she hadn’t thanked him yet. Now that she saw him, she felt a little guilty, so she lowered her voice and said, “by the way, brother, thank you for what you did in the canteen last time.”

“You don’t have to worry about it. Did Richie pick you up later?”Speaking of this, Hanson smiled and said, “Richie still cares about you, sister-in-law.”

Speaking of the name of Richie, Forsythia found that he was no longer in the meeting room.

Maybe he didn’t want to see her now?

With a self-mockery smile, she answered, “well, maybe.”

Seeing that she was in a bad mood, Hanson asked with concern, “what’s wrong? Why did he do this to you? Did you have a fight? ”

“No, it’s complicated. I don’t know what to say.”

wrinkled into a ball, Hanson felt that she was very cute. He couldn’t help but reach out and rub her

for a few seconds before she came to her senses. Then she took

after work? I heard that people will be in a good mood after eating sweet

don’t want to lie

“What?”

fact, I don’t eat sweet food. The cake last time。 I gave

it clear. Otherwise, he would bring her cakes

while, and then suddenly laughed. He reached out and rubbed her head again. “Sister,

Forsythia: “?”

share your real thoughts

like the wind, “it doesn’t matter. You don’t like sweet food. What kind of taste do

to go back

fled the meeting room with

into the man outside the door. Startled, she took two steps back. In an instant, all the cups fell to the ground, making a loud noise

at this time, almost everyone had left. Hearing the sound, they looked back and found

the meeting room, when he heard the noise, he rushed out. “Sister

hurt your feet,”

of this, a cold smile appeared on

your

and said helplessly, “Richie, how can

people. What can she

right? It’s not right that she

that you know

you know what kind of

don’t know what kind of person you

had become horrible. Now, when he talked to Hanson, there were all kinds of thorns in his words. After thinking for a while, she

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