The cold and charming wife of the ruthless president

Shen Wanqing's heart shook violently, W's words were all in her mind.

The mastermind behind the scenes, the murderer of all...

It's the murderer behind the scenes that ruined their family!
Almost instantly, Shen Wanqing's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes as if they were full of blood.

She looked at W with disgust, her pupils widened.

W's heart was stuffy, and he was a little out of breath. At this time, there was a sound of fast footsteps outside the door, and then the glass door went dark, and someone knocked on the door.

"Mr. Yi, Mr. An is here."

Shen Wanqing's heart trembled, and she looked at W, only to see that he straightened his collar, his face was heavy, while Shen Qiao and Fang Mo standing behind him showed a gloomy smile at Shen Wanqing.

"While you still have time, leave your things and leave. I will find them for you at Yufeng, if you believe me..." W finished, turned around and walked out the door.

Fang Mo and Shen Qiao followed immediately. When they reached the door, Shen Qiao paused and looked back at Shen Wanqing.

"Shen Wanqing, seeing that we have the same blood on our bodies, I will give you a piece of advice. Listen to Mr. Yi and leave as soon as you can. Don't wait until you can't. Little Ali is really an orphan!"

After Shen Qiao finished speaking, she giggled a few times, then opened the door and left.

Shen Wanqing's body softened for no reason, as if a huge rock was pressed down on her shoulders, she was so heavy that she couldn't breathe.

She gritted her teeth, looked down at the crumpled note in her hand, struggle flashed in her eyes.

Can she really trust W?Believe that he will find Yufeng for him, believe that he does not know the whereabouts of Yufeng?

"..."

Shen Wanqing let out a long breath of foul breath, her voice trembling, she finally gritted her teeth and left the note on Fang Mo's desk, and then left Tianyu.

When she stepped out of the elevator, she found that everyone from Tianyu Company had gathered at the gate, lined up respectfully in two long rows, waiting.

Shen Wanqing paused, and immediately got into the corner, quietly looking in the direction of the door.

W and Fang Mo and Shen Qiao stood at the front of the door.

Shen Wanqing saw that W and Fang Mo's faces were serious, even with obvious fear, and Shen Qiao even lowered her head not daring to look around.

Shen Wanqing was even more curious about who that person was, who could make them so respectful.

A black parent Lincoln drove over slowly and stopped under the steps of the door.

The foreign man holding a black umbrella got out of the car, Shen Wanqing's eyes were fixed, and he saw the man stretched out his white gloved hand to pull the car door, and stood respectfully aside.

One foot stepped on the red carpet first, the crocodile leather shoes of the top private custom brand were polished and shiny, and a heavy wooden crutch fell, followed by a muffled sound.

A slightly hunched figure got out of the car with the support, with snow-white silver hair on his old face, the man was about 80 years old, wearing glasses, with a pair of sharp and bright eyes, wearing a high-end suit, exuding majesty and nobility .

"Is this from country M? W's adoptive father is from country M?"

Shen Wanqing frowned and muttered, feeling even more curious about the identity of this man.

W respectfully stretched out his hand, carefully supported the old man, and walked in.

Anderson's wrinkled face was so serious that there was no expression on his face. He let W support him and led a group of people into the elevator.

It wasn't until the elevator door closed, blocking all sight, that Shen Wanqing breathed a sigh of relief and stood out from the corner.

Holding the mobile phone that she secretly took the photo just now, she left quickly.

……

Tianyu, the CEO's office.

Dozens of bodyguards in black stood behind Anderson like tree stumps, W stood respectfully on the left, Shen Qiao stood below W, and Fang Mo stood on the right.

Anderson looked around, then looked at Shen Qiao, "Qiao Qiao has grown up so much now."

His Chinese is very good, and there is no sense of disobedience when he speaks it, and his words are more correct than some Chinese people.

Shen Qiao trembled nervously, "Yes."

"You don't need to be nervous, you are my daughter, so you don't have to be afraid of me." Anderson's face was dark, with a bit of displeasure in his tone. ,

Shen Qiao immediately raised her head and forced out an ugly smile, "It's been a long time since I saw my father, so I'm a little nervous."

"Xiaomu, come here." Anderson stretched out his hand towards W and beckoned.

W immediately walked over respectfully.

Suddenly a strong wind blew past his ears, followed by crisp applause.

W's entire face was crooked, and a fishy taste leaked from the corner of his mouth.

Shen Qiao was so frightened that she wanted to scream, she covered her mouth tremblingly, and hid behind Fang Mo.

"Do you know what you did wrong?" Anderson narrowed his eyes, exuding cold anger all over his body, and tapped the ground a few times vigorously with his crutch in the other hand.

"I didn't hide myself well, because of impulsiveness, I exposed my identity and affected my father's plan." W bowed his head, stood respectfully, and his voice was neither humble nor overbearing.

"Did you really accidentally expose it?" Anderson snorted coldly.

"Father, I have absolutely no other thoughts." W immediately raised his head and looked at Anderson with clear and clean eyes, expressing his position and loyalty.

Anderson's face twitched, and then he said in a deep voice: "Since there is no one, why did you let that woman go so soft-hearted? Do you think I didn't know she was here just now?"

"...Father, she doesn't know much. We have already done a lot in Huaguo. If this continues, too much attention will affect our plan." W's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately explained nervously.

"The more you are like this, the more I feel that you are special to that woman." Anderson glanced at W indifferently, and then set his eyes on Fang Mo.

"For you, is he soft-hearted towards that woman?"

Fang Mo, who was suddenly pointed out, straightened his back, and then glanced at W.

W's eyes were slightly sharp, and he looked at Fang Mo with threats.

Fang Mo closed his eyes and lowered his eyes, "No, that woman is here to deliver something."

"What are you sending?" Anderson's eyes lit up slightly.

Fang Mo glanced at the desk, and sure enough, he saw the crumpled note by Shen Wanqing. He stepped forward, unfolded the note, and handed it to the deacon in black beside Anderson.

"That's it... Shen Wanqing said that this mailbox is what we are looking for."

"Do you believe this kind of words?" Anderson just glanced at it and threw the note aside.

"Father, I think it might be true. The number in this account is Yufeng's birthday." W picked up the note and put it on the table again.

"What did she ask for?" Anderson snorted.

W immediately looked at Anderson, her eyes seemed to be thinking about something, "She said that Yufeng was missing, and she suspected that our people had captured him, so she asked us to let him go."

"Hehe, missing? It seems that they can't get in touch with that kid."