"Hello, Mr. Zhou, my name is Gu Xiaoxun, I belong to Shangguan Group..."

When Zhou Qinghong heard the four words of Shangguan Group, she frowned and interrupted her without hesitation.

"I'll receive you when I have time."

"But..." Murong Nuan was stunned, no, she hadn't finished speaking yet.

The bodyguard behind Zhou Qinghong blocked Murong Nuan's way.

I don’t know if it was Murong Nuan’s illusion, but she vaguely felt that Zhou Qinghong didn’t seem to have any good feelings for Shangguan Group.

But she had been waiting for a day at Qinghong International Building. If she didn't seize this opportunity, she wouldn't know when she would see him again.

"Mr. Zhou, it only takes me five minutes!" she shouted loudly.

Zhou Qinghong turned around and glanced at her gently, not caring.

"That's your business, it has nothing to do with me."

Seeing her walk in, Murong Nuan took a deep breath, and it seemed that she could only use the last trick.

She went straight to the back door of the building, leaned against the wall, and after a cleaning lady came out, she immediately stepped forward and took out a stack of banknotes.

"I want this set of clothes."

Putting on the work clothes of the cleaning staff and wearing a mask, Murong Nuan walked out of the bathroom and headed towards Zhou Qinghong's office.

It was lunch time, and there was no one in the secretary's room. She entered the office without any obstacles and saw Zhou Qinghong turning her back to her, as if she was talking to a man.

Oops, it’s not moral to eavesdrop on others’ words.

Thinking of this, she hurriedly wanted to quit. Through the faint door, the sound of employees joking came.

A voice suddenly spoke: "Hey, why is the door of Mr. Zhou's office not closed?"

The footsteps approached and someone pulled the door hard.

Murong Nuan couldn't move forward and retreat, so she could only hide in the corner with her teeth, thinking that she would sneak out before Zhou Qinghong was not paying attention.

However, Zhou Qinghong's voice became louder and louder, and her emotions gradually became excited.

"I have given up on everything for you over the years, but you have always been cold to me. In your eyes, I am so bad that you don't even want to touch me?"

The man blocked by the compartment sounded familiar.

"Qinghong, I always think you are my sister. The engagement back then was always the same as an elder, and I don't want to delay you."

"I will admit it even if I have been with you for the rest of my life! Beicheng, I beg you, even if you have pity for me, okay?" She covered her face, her shoulders trembled, and her tone was crying.

However, the man's voice was extremely determined and even a little indifferent.

"I'm sorry, I can't do anything against my will."

He walked past her and left straight away.

Zhou Qinghong turned around in anger and roared: "Tong Beicheng! Do you dare to take a step out and try it!"

The moment Tong Beicheng looked up, his eyes collided with the woman hiding in the corner.

He was stunned, but he didn't say anything.

Murong Nuan was shocked and embarrassed, pressed tightly against the wall, and did not dare to move.

She never expected that the man who had emotional entanglement with Zhou Qinghong would be Tong Beicheng.

The sentence that long time no see was hidden in her clear eyes, but could not be said.

She didn't know whether Tong Beicheng recognized her.

The sound of Zhou Qinghong's high heels came quickly. Just as Murong Nuan was about to see him, Tong Beicheng suddenly turned around very quickly and hugged Zhou Qinghong.

Zhou Qinghong looked up at him in shock: "Beicheng...you...have you changed your mind?"

You know that she has known him for so many years, and he has never taken the initiative.

Tong Beicheng hugged her silently, but his thoughts were not on her at all, and he just responded in a daze.

Zhou Qinghong couldn't believe it, and a smile with tears appeared on her cold and beautiful face.

"I knew you wouldn't be so heartless to me!"

She was intoxicated in Tong Beicheng's warm embrace, and did not notice the figure of the woman wearing cleaning clothes sneaking out quietly.

Murong Nuan didn't dare to walk the elevator and went down the stairs of the safety passage quickly. Her heart was beating very fast, and she was thinking about one thing in her mind.

Did Tong Beicheng discover her? Otherwise, why did he hold Zhou Qinghong so deliberately just now?

She took off her mask and was a little annoyed. She finally got in, but unexpectedly heard a gossip.

"How long are you going to stay here?" Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind her.

Murong Nuan didn't dare to look back. She was stiff all over and her face looked even worse than crying.

How did he chase him?

The man's calm footsteps stopped behind her. He suddenly reached out and grabbed her, dragging her into his arms without saying a word.

"Tong Beicheng--" She struggled to raise her head, just in time to meet his injured eyes.

"You still know my name?!" He growled like a wounded beast.

She stood there in a daze, stuttering a little uncomfortable: "I...I'm sorry..."

"What are you sorry? Are you sorry for my life-saving grace for you, or for your lying to report your identity and fabricating your name?" He raised his lips with a self-deprecating self-deprecating, "If I had known that you were Shangguan Yao's woman, why would I have saved you?"

Why do you listen to his tone? It seems that you have a feud with the Shangguan family?

"I had the difficulties at the beginning to hide my name, but I really treated you as a friend..." She explained urgently, "If you hadn't taken care of me, I might have died long ago."

"I don't need your apology!" He gritted his teeth and grabbed her shoulders with both hands, "Come with me!"

Tong Beicheng was angry, not like Director Swen, who was sitting in the office, wearing a white coat. He stuffed her into the car, drove out of the underground garage with an ugly face, and drove all the way to the direction of the highway.

Murong Nuan did not dare to anger him, so she could only wait anxiously for the arrival of her destination.

It took an hour's drive to stop when Murong Nuan couldn't bear it and was wondering if she should jump off the car.

Tong Beicheng grabbed her hand and took her to a building, sneered: "Yinuan Hospital, I should have been here next month and became the youngest dean here. But because of you, I gave up. Do you know why?"

She shook her head blankly, isn’t this a hospital in H City? What does it have to do with her?

"Because this hospital was built by Shangguan Yao for her beloved woman. Don't you understand Yi Nuan?" His voice was hoarse and there was a little ridicule in his eyes.

Murong Nuan was stunned, slowly raised her head and looked at the towering cool-toned building.

Shangguan Yao actually built a hospital for her in the ruins?

But he never told himself this.

"When I knew you were that man's woman, I knew that I only had hatred for you. Murong Nuan, if you are with the devil, you will inevitably become an accomplice of the devil." He retreated step by step, with blood-red memories in his eyes, "No matter what reason you went to find Qinghong, I advise you to give up. She and I will not forgive those people in Shangguan Group."

"Tong Beicheng, you have to tell me what happened between you and him, right? Why do you hate him so much?" Murong Nuan suppressed her inner surprise and stared at him calmly.

"He killed someone who is very important to me," Tong Beicheng sneered, "Why don't you ask him for a hypocritical one? Do you ask him, do you still remember the name Jianshu?"

After twelve o'clock, Murong Nuan walked down the stairs with heavy steps. Tonight, she was so lucky that she actually bumped into Shangguan Yao who had just returned home.

He looked a little tired, and he was wearing a coat on his wrist and caught a glimpse of her, a little surprised.

"I thought you wouldn't go home tonight." His thin lips raised slightly, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"I should say this," she replied expressionlessly, "After all, Nancy is so charming."

Shangguan Yao frowned slightly between his eyebrows, but there was no explanation.

"I'm tired and don't want to argue with you."

He left her a back and walked into the bedroom by himself.

From when did the atmosphere between them become so cold?

You know, they have only been married for a few months. Did everything change after they got married?

Murong Nuan chased after him, bit her lip and said, "I went to see Zhou Qinghong today."

The name finally made him stop. He held the wall and turned around with a smile.

“So what?”

His casual look angered her, and she clenched her fists hard and stared at him calmly.

"She asked me to ask you something, do you still remember Jianshu from that year?"

He raised his eyebrows slightly and turned around lightly: "An old friend."

"Shangguan Yao!" Murong Nuan walked quickly to him and blocked his way.

He was much taller than her, and every time she had to work hard to see his deep facial features with her head raised, especially tonight, when he wore a black shirt, which made his originally beautiful facial features look deeper.

"I know you never thought that I could do something serious. But I want to show you how to show you that I am not just a vase you stay at home. Please tell me who Jianshu is? Why does Zhou Qinghong hate you so much?"

"You said I marry you, and I am leaving you at home as a vase?" He repeated her words, and the smile on his face gradually faded, "Murong Nuan, in your eyes, that's what I think?"

Murong Nuan was aggressive and unwilling to be outdone: "Isn't it?"

Otherwise, how can we explain his and her current respectful couple relationship?

His eyes were fixed, as if he was looking at every expression on her face. After a while, he lowered his head and laughed in a low voice.

"Okay, then you can go find the truth yourself. I want to see where you can go."

The door closed, isolating her and him.

Murong Nuan leaned against the wall as if her tendons had been removed by someone.

She didn't want to quarrel with him. She originally wanted to complain in front of him, she wanted to cry in front of him, and she wanted to tell him about the grievances she had encountered.

But as soon as I see him, the scene of Nancy and him entangled, and the tragic death of Hathaway will appear in my mind.

She couldn't forgive his betrayal.

"Shangguan Yao, I will make you regret it." She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and left stubbornly in the opposite direction to him.
Chapter completed!