One night, Ye Wenming always thought of Zhuo Qianyun's messy hair, bruised face, and thin body. This image lingered in his mind.

What's wrong with him? Why does he keep thinking of Zhuo Qianyun recently?

Three months later, when she hands Xiaoyan over to him, he will have nothing to do with this woman anymore!

"Director Ye? What do you think of this plan? Director Ye?" The subordinate's voice suddenly interrupted his trance. Only then did he suddenly come back to his senses and see clearly that he was in the conference room in front of him.

I am attending a meeting with company executives.

"I'll go back and look at this plan carefully before discussing it. Let's break up the meeting first," Ye Wenming said.

The meeting is over?!

The senior executives looked at each other. Didn't they say before that this plan would be discussed and perfected at today's meeting?

But since the big boss of my family has said this, it’s natural that others can’t say much.

Everyone packed up the documents at hand and filed out.

Finally, Ye Wenming said to the secretary beside him, "You should go out first, I want to be alone."

"Yes." The secretary responded.

When Ye Wenming was the only one left in the conference room, his face finally showed a hint of fatigue and struggle, and then he raised his hand and placed it on his forehead, "Zhuo Qianyun..."

Through his thin lips, he gritted his teeth and read out the name, but it was all acrimonious.

Zhuo Qianyun was lying on the bed, barely wanting to move.

Although yesterday's examination at the hospital showed some skin injuries, at this moment, it seemed as if every bone and every inch of muscle was screaming in pain.

The doorbell rang now. Did the mother forget to bring the key when she went out?

Zhuo Qianyun opened her eyes with difficulty, then moved her body and got out of the bed. As soon as her feet touched the ground, her legs became weak and she almost fell.

Sure enough... my body is really different now!

Even if she was beaten in prison, she would not be so weak the next day.

The doorbell continued to ring, seemingly in a hurry. Zhuo Qianyun walked to the door and opened it, but she never expected that the figure that came into view was Ye Wenming.

For a moment, she was stunned.

Ye Wenming stared at Zhuo Qianyun as if displeased, "Why did it take so long to open the door?"

Zhuo Qianyun suddenly had the urge to laugh, "Mr. Ye, this is my home. I can open the door whenever I want. I can even choose not to open the door."

His thin lips were pursed tightly, and his deep and sharp eyes stared at her.

Now, although the bruises on her face were not as serious as they looked last night, her face was very pale. She was wearing washed-out pajamas and her hair was slightly messy. She was obviously sleeping before.

Ye Wenming stretched out his long legs and walked directly into the house.

Zhuo Qianyun said, "This is my home. I didn't allow you to come in! Please get out!"

"Your home?" Ye Wenming suddenly smiled, as if sarcastically, "Believe it or not, I can immediately ask the landlord who rented your house to break the contract and rent the house to me. What you call 'your home' can also immediately become

'My home'."
Chapter completed!