Early in the morning, Lu’s Group, underground parking lot.

“Wen Jin, return my husband!”

Wen Jin, who had just parked the car, was stopped. She raised her eyes, and the young woman with the child was arrogant.

“Wen Jin, don’t take advantage of other people’s husbands because of family history. I tell you, this is the son of Mr. Lu and I. He is five years old this year. Look! This is a wedding ring!”

As he said, he shook the huge diamond ring on his right ring finger.

Wen Jin glanced indifferently, and the corners of her lips turned up slightly.

“Then you go and sue Lu Beichuan for bigamy.” Red lips uttered a few words softly, swearing elegantly, “Guan, me, fart, matter!”

After finishing speaking, bypass them and leave straight away.

“That’s right.” Wen Jin paused, turned his head, showing a charming smile, “It seems that Mr. Lu has given you a lot of money, so please pay the money for the group performance.”

She lifted her chin and pointed at the little boy who was made of powder and jade.

“Looks like Lu Beichuan, hereby praise.”

The crisp sound of high-heeled shoes drifted away, and the woman grasped the little boy’s hand tighter and tighter. The little boy suffered from pain and broke free from her.

“Mom, you hurt me.”

The woman squatted down, tears streaming out of her eyes, and hugged the little boy tightly.

“You remembered it for me. No matter who asks you, you always say that your father is Lu Beichuan. Did you hear that?”

The little boy nodded ignorantly.

“Manager Wen, good morning.”

General Manager of Lu’s Group, Wen Jin.

“Good morning.”

Wen Jin walked lightly, smiling, entering the office, and the moment the door closed, his smile turned into a sneer.

She had no doubt that the woman would take out a marriage certificate in the next moment, with a photo of her and Lu Beichuan printed on it.

Lu Beichuan works rigorously and meticulously, and does everything he can.

Especially in the matter of divorcing her.

But she is not afraid. Lu Beichuan wants to get a divorce? dream!

Wen Jin picked up the landline and dialed out a series of numbers.

Half an hour later, there were overwhelming news on the Internet, “The girl turned into a girl, and a large-scale photo of the former innocent actress Ning Xin was exposed”, “Ning Xin and her son are haggard on the street, and the father of the child is guessing”…

Wen Jin is very satisfied with a smile, look! She also mosaiced the child’s face.

“Jinjin, aren’t you afraid that it is really Lu Beichuan’s child?”

On the other side of the phone, Qi Sisi’s voice was a little worried.

Wen Jin’s hand holding the sugar cube shook, and the hot coffee splashed on her hand and couldn’t help hiss.

“I believe in Lu Beichuan’s vision.”

“But… No matter how Ning Xin is a woman who has been with Lu Beichuan, are you afraid that Lu Beichuan has opinions on you if you deal with it like this?”

Wen Jin stirred the coffee with a spoon, her eyes were sour with heat, and her smile became thin.

“He has more opinions on me, not more of this one, not more of this one.”

“Jinjin, don’t be so obsessive, Lu Beichuan doesn’t like you at all. You are the eldest lady of the Wen family, why bother to practice yourself like this?”

Wen Jin took a sip of coffee, sweet to bitter, Qi Sisi’s voice gradually disappeared.

She is not stupid, Lu Beichuan doesn’t like her… She already knew it.

Three years ago, at the grand wedding, she was about to marry her beloved, full of joy and expectation.

Lu Beichuan put a wedding ring on her rudely and bluntly, his eyes were cold and ruthless.

He said, “Wen Jin, you are looking for everything yourself. From now on, you can do it for yourself.”

From the beginning to the end, the only person who was tied to the big net of marriage was Wen Jin. She was deliberately deliberate, but in the end she bound herself.

Ridiculous and sad.

“Anyway, it’s been the last half a year…” Wen Jin breathed out slowly, “After half a year, he and I will be real strangers. Rest assured, I will take care of myself.”

Wen Jin hung up the phone in a hurry, remembering that she still had an important document that she had not processed. She followed her memory to fetch it, but accidentally got another document.

The big red letters are dazzling and eye-catching: the divorce agreement.

There is the signature of Long Feifeng Wu, Lu Beichuan.

365 days a year, he appeared on Wen Jin’s desk unimpeded.

Wen Jin didn’t hesitate to feed the document into the shredder, seeing it being shredded into shreds, an unreasonable bitterness filled his mind.

Did she really do something wrong?

No, I can’t think about it.

Wen Jin closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was determined and sober.

She turned on the laptop and devoted herself to work.

Without love, you can’t lose your career anymore.

The sky gradually dimmed, and the faint yellow street lights came on.

Wen Jin rubbed his eyebrows tiredly and glanced at the time. It was already six o’clock in the afternoon.

She got up from the leather chair and walked out of the office door.

Colleagues are getting off work one after another, and the cleaner has started cleaning with a mop and broom.

“The workaholic Manager Wen hasn’t left yet?” The manager of the marketing department passed her with a smile, “I can’t do it. My husband and children are still at home waiting for me to cook.”

“Well, I still have some work, I don’t want to postpone it until tomorrow.”

Moreover, Lu Beichuan would not wait for her to go home to cook.

Wen Jin turned around and went back to the office, only to find an uninvited guest sitting in her office chair. The man’s expression was casual, his slender fingers were playing with her signature pen.

“Lu Beichuan, how are you…”

Before Wen Jin finished speaking, the man strode over, clutching her slender wrist with a strong hand, and pressing her against the wall fiercely.

“What did you do about Ning Xin?”

Lu Beichuan’s voice was extremely cold, his eyes narrowed unhappily.

“You don’t need to ask about what you think.”

Wen Jin half raised his head and stared directly at him stubbornly.

Lu Beichuan sneered, “I believe it? So, I blamed you.”

“I did not say anything.”

Wen Jin blinked innocently, stretched out his small tongue and licked his lower lip, like a sly fox.

Is she stupid? Not stupid, on the contrary, she knows men very well.

For example, how to provoke his yu fire.

“That little guy this morning is really your son?”

“What do you think?” Lu Beichuan asked rhetorically.

He followed the warm red lips and looked down, the ups and downs of her chest, the slim figure under the white shirt…

“I think.” Wen Jin lowered his eyes, “You won’t let Ning Xin give birth to Lu’s child.”

The kind of no-brainer woman.

“Huh huh?” Lu Beichuan’s hand reached the bottom of her skirt, “You are clever, why don’t you come and give birth to me? What does an outsider say about you, a hen who can’t lay eggs?”

His speechless words slammed Wen Jin’s heart heavily.

Wen Jin’s nose was sore, he almost couldn’t hold back tears.

Outsiders laugh at her, even he…

Lu Beichuan had already unbuttoned her shirt, playing with it unscrupulously, Wen Jin couldn’t help but let out a loud cry.

“Shushasha.”

The sound of a broom sliding across the ground came from outside the door. Wen Jin subconsciously looked over. The office door opened wide.

Lu Beichuan obviously knew, but he didn’t constrain at all, and evoked a mocking smile.

“Scared? Too much face?”

With a slight force on his hand, Wen Jin’s complexion became violent, and he gritted his teeth, still a trace of *** was spilled.

“When you treat Ning Xin this way, have you ever thought that you will have such a day?”

They are doing the most intimate things, but they are separated by the furthest distance in the world.