Wen Qiao, on the other hand, was leaning against the office desk with her arms crossed, looking at him with a faint smile.
Teresa wanted to go in with he xihuai, but he xihuai raised his hand to stop her outside the door.
The door closed, and he xihuai walked towards Wen Qiao with a smile. "Miss Wen, may I ask why you called me over?"
Wen Qiao reached out and pressed down on his shoulder. Then, he xihuai felt the world spinning around him. The moment he entered the room, Wen Qiao gave him an over-shoulder throw, and he crashed heavily onto the ground.
"You're so silly!"
Wen Qiao half-squatted beside him. Mr. William. Ah, no, I should call you Mr. He. He xihuai.
He xihuai chuckled and sat up slowly. "So you know."
Of course, she knew. After all, su CE knew, so he must have told her.
"Yes, I understand," Wen Qiao replied with a raised brow.
He xihuai only felt a sharp pain in his back. Wen Qiao didn't show any mercy.
Wen Qiao's gaze was as cold as the ice and snow of winter. you tied me up and caused me to stay in that small house for a day and a night. Now, I'm returning it to you.
He xihuai knew that she was a girl who would take revenge.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he replied.
Wen Qiao didn't mind him denying it. I know I can't do anything to you without evidence.
As soon as she finished speaking, she grabbed he xihuai's collar and punched him in the face.
His handsome face was slanted, and his hair was a little messy. Blood was even seeping out of the corner of he xihuai's mouth.
Wen Qiao's beating left he xihuai completely defenseless. When the originally handsome man left her office, the corners of his mouth were covered in bruises. Teresa covered her mouth in shock."Sir, did you ask me to hear some movements inside?"
However, she didn't dare to enter rashly. She didn't expect Sir to be fighting with miss Wen.
If Sir is injured to this extent, then miss Wen will be embarrassed.
He saw Wen Qiao walk out, unscathed. There wasn't a single injury on her face.
Teresa couldn't believe it. So, it was her husband who was being beaten up? Master's Kung Fu wasn't that bad, why didn't he fight back?
Seeing her master's ashen face, she didn't dare to ask more.
Mr. He, " Wen Qiao said coldly, " if you try to play any tricks again in the future, I won't let you off either. If you're a man, then do it openly.
A malicious glint flashed across he xihuai's eyes, making Teresa tremble with fear. She was afraid that her husband would fly into a rage out of humiliation and get rid of miss Wen tonight.
If Sir were to really be ruthless, there would be endless trouble in the future. After all, miss Wen had Mr. Su and the young master of the fu family behind her.
He xihuai touched the corner of his mouth and walked out with a gloomy expression.
Teresa bowed to Wen Qiao and hurriedly followed after her husband.
To be able to single-handedly beat up her husband like this and even subdue young master, she truly felt that this miss Wen was an extraordinary person.
Wen Qiao looked at he xihuai's back and exercised her wrist. At least they had laid their cards on the table. He xihuai wouldn't be hiding in the dark and wouldn't be hurt by open and secret attacks.
He xihuai returned to his office, and Teresa carefully brought the first aid kit over. "Sir, I'll apply some medicine for you."
He xihuai sat in the boss's chair with a gloomy expression. Teresa dipped a cotton swab in iodophor and gently applied the medicine for him. She hesitated and said, " "Sir, why isn't ran ran fighting back?"
What answered her was a cold and sharp gaze. Teresa knew that Sir didn't like her asking such questions.