Spring Thunder Waking of Insects

Opening the door, next to the expensive men's leather shoes was a pair of women's high heels, but they were not her size. There is also a woman's bag at the entrance, and it is not her usual brand. On the sofa, a man and a woman were closely attached to each other, and they were in high spirits. The man was her fiancé who just got engaged yesterday. As for the woman who had a happy couple, she didn't know him. When the man heard the noise, he raised his head and looked at her, his eyebrows full of impatience: "Song Jinghui, we are a business marriage, you know what it means." "Don't worry about things you shouldn't worry about." Song Jinghui, who had witnessed his fiancé's affair with his own eyes, looked as usual, shrugged nonchalantly, and smiled empathetically: "You continue." - Song Jinghui has always known that the essence of business marriage is the exchange of interests. When smart people talk about money, they are completely emotionless. The marriage agreement was written in black and white: mutual benefit and win-win in business, and each doing his or her own thing in life without disturbing each other. Since someone follows the rules first. Then she would naturally reciprocate. That night, Song Jinghui drank too much in the club and hired a new escort to drink with him all night. - In the morning, the first thing Song Jinghui saw when she woke up from a hangover was an unfamiliar little boy sitting by the bed, staring at her with wide eyes. The boy brought her tea and water and insisted on being responsible for her. Song Jinghui's heart tightened, it was over. I was dizzy and sleepy last night. This is not a professional escort. He is clearly a work-study college student. Song Jinghui tried to reason with him. She took the initiative to find him. It was a serious transaction between you and me. She didn't need anyone to be responsible for her. The boy seemed to be persuaded by her and broke up. Later, the fiancé's company went into debt worth hundreds of billions overnight, and the formerly domineering noble son begged Song Jinghui for help in a low voice. Downstairs in the office, Song Jinghui leaned gracefully on a certain global limited-edition luxury car, his eyes were as charming as silk, and he raised his fingers in a certain direction. The young man walking towards her hung the entire set of car keys on her fingertips and coaxed her to smile: "Do you like it?" The fiancé was stunned on the spot, staring at the young man who was flirting with Song Jinghui, his eyes so red that they could bleed: "Qin Linchuan? You destroyed my company, and why did you steal my wife?" Qin Linchuan, the youngest leader in the industry, is known as the Prince of the Beijing Circle with his thunderous skills in the shopping mall. He asked Song Jinghui to get in the car first, pulled out a piece of paper to terminate the agreement and threw it in the visitor's face: "You are a business marriage, you know what it means." "She was never yours." In the car, Song Jinghui asked them what they were talking about. Qin Linchuan's arms rested on both sides of the passenger seat, gradually tightening: "After kicking him, is it time for my sister to give me a name?" #If I had known that marriage was destined to be out of control, who would have expected# #A spring thunder suddenly rings, disturbing the silence of everything# [The eldest lady of a glamorous and flamboyant family] Song Jinghui × [Pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, the prince of the Beijing circle] Qin Linchuan Intention: The mountains have their peaks, and the lakes have their other shores. May you believe that everything will turn out well in the end.