good morning little wife

Chapter 73
The green floral dress with a white background is very fresh and refined, with her long hair hanging down and a pair of flat shoes on her feet, she looks like a college student who hasn't left school yet, but it's not really suitable for Sheng's to work.But her feet are still not healed, so she can only bear it.

Xie Qiangwei drove her car and parked downstairs, and couldn't help whistling when she saw her.

"How did you sleep last night?"

"I'm not used to changing the environment." She glanced at the floor where Yan Jue lived, and sighed with envy: "Young Master Yan can finally live with you openly."

"What nonsense." Sheng Xia retorted, but he didn't take it too seriously.

Xie Qiangwei drove the car to the company, and Sheng Xia stuffed a bank card into her chest and said, "Just leave the car in the hotel parking lot, and Master Zhang will drive there by himself."

"Rogue." Xie Qiangwei screamed.

Sheng Xia smiled, turned and walked into Sheng's Building.She didn't go back to see the burned house, but according to the situation at that time, there should be very few things that could be saved. Even if Xie Qiangwei reissued a bank card, she was afraid that it would not be in time, so she gave her her own card first.

"Miss Sheng."

"Miss Sheng."

Entering the lobby of the Sheng Group, people greeted her all the way. Of course, they looked at her with curiosity. After all, her feet still hurt a little, which cannot be faked.Seeing her, the secretary even hurried over to help her, and asked, "Miss Sheng, what's your foot?"

"It's okay, it's just a sprain." She smiled very embarrassedly.

If it wasn't for today's business, she wouldn't want to go to the company with such an image to attract attention.The secretary escorted her to the office, and not long after she sat down, Zhao Jijun came over.

"No meeting?" Sheng Xia asked.

Zhao Jijun shrugged and said, "It's already gone." Then he looked at her around the desk and asked, "Are you all right?"

Although I asked about it last night, I was hung up on the phone without making it clear.Now that she heard that she had come to the company, I still couldn't help but come over to have a look. In fact, it is reasonable to greet her, which makes people not notice anything unusual.

"Isn't it good now?" Sheng Xia laughed.

"What happened last night? How did the fire start?" Zhao Jijun asked again.

Sheng Xia shook her head and said, "The police are already investigating."

Seeing that she had no intention of speaking, Zhao Jijun hesitated for a while before asking tentatively, "Did you live at Yan Jue's place last night?" The call was cut off suddenly, Shengxia never does this.

Before Sheng Xia nodded, the door was knocked again, attracting the two people's attention. When they looked up, they saw her secretary walking in with a large bouquet of red roses, and said, "The florist just delivered it."

Sheng Xia frowned, looking inside as if looking for something.

The secretary added: "There is no card, but the person who sent the flowers said it was from Yan Shao." She winked at Sheng Xia ambiguously, as if saying that Yan Jue was so romantic, and then very enthusiastically found a vase to help her insert.

Sheng Xia looked at the eye-catching bouquet of roses all day, wanted to call Yan Jue a few times but held back, always feeling a little disturbed this day.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, she deliberately avoided the crowds after get off work before going downstairs. Although her feet didn't hurt her muscles and bones, she really didn't look very good when she walked.When he walked to the door, a pair of hands grabbed her arm.

Sheng Xia looked sideways, and saw Zhao Jijun standing beside him.

"Where?" he asked.

"No, I've already called—" Before the words of refusal were finished, the black Aston Martin stopped at the bottom of the steps with a squeak, and as the shiny leather shoes landed, Yan Jue's tall and straight figure stepped out of the car. up and down—

(End of this chapter)