My Remarried Wife

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.”

a ball, Hanson felt that she was very cute. He couldn’t help

seconds before she came to her senses. Then she took two steps back and said, “thank you, brother.

that people will be in a good mood after

want to lie to you,

“What?”

The cake last time。 I

was better to make it clear. Otherwise, he would bring her cakes or desserts on a whim one day, and such

At first, he was stunned for a while, and then suddenly laughed. He reached out and rubbed her head again. “Sister,

Forsythia: “?”

to share your real thoughts with me, which

hand still on her head, he said in a gentle voice like the wind, “it doesn’t matter. You don’t like sweet food. What kind of taste do you

No, brother, I have to go

she fled the meeting room with the coffee

an instant, all the cups fell to the ground, making a loud noise because she held so many glasses in

had left. Hearing the sound, they looked back and

he heard the noise, he rushed out. “Sister

Don’t hurt

cold

care about your

said helplessly, “Richie, how can you let

idle people. What can

the Han group and sorted out the meeting materials, right? It’s not right that she can’t do anything. My sister-in-law is a

seems that you know

know what kind of person I am

really don’t know what kind of

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