
Shen Qiao where there was time to think about this, now what worried him was, who exactly was sending those images before Ye Moshen.
Yesterday when she and Ye Ling Han were out eating hot pots, she was watching around, there didn't seem to be anyone.
But in the end it felt like someone was following them.
It was unexpected that his sixth sense conjecture was correct, there were actually people following them.
But, who is this guy? Why would he want to take those pictures, and send before Ye Moshen, what was his true purpose?
“What are you thinking?” Xiaoyan blinked her eyes, looking at him innocently.
Shen Qiao knew him not long ago, but the matter was very difficult if not shared, if you had to keep him constantly would definitely be tired, so he said: “In your opinion, usually what kind of person can hurt you?”
Hearing his words, Xiaoyan rolled her eyes: “This question of yours is ridiculous. First of all, of course, the one who envies you! Or for the sake of getting profit!”
Shen Qiao pensively.
Analysis like this is also true.
“You hurt someone? What happened?” xiaoyan asked curiously.
“Not, that's my friend's problem.” Shen Qiao recounted the matter simply: “My friend has just been married to her husband for 2 months, but one day she came out with her co-worker and this situation was photographed. The photo was then sent into the hands of her husband. Who do you think will take that picture?”
“Married two months?” Xiaoyan tries to think: “Suami this wife is good relationship or not?”
Shen Qiao nodded his head without hesitation.
The relationship between him and Ye Moshen was not bad, it was very bad. Especially these few days, it's getting worse.
“Uh, according to my analyst, there may be two reasons. First, the man was liked by another woman, then accidentally took the picture and sent to your husband to get caught!”
Shen Qiao instantly broke off the conversation: “Not my husband!”
“Aduh, don't care too much about details. Second, your husband doesn't believe you, so he told people to stalk you!”
Shen Qiao: “.... I told you not my husband, where to talk.”.
His ears began to turn red. This Xiaoyan indeed could not hold her mouth. Was he the wrong one to ask the question?
Xiaoyan approached curiously, smiling: “Shen Qiao, don't tell me you're married?”
Shen Qiao: “No!”
It is not permissible to divulge information to the company people that she and Ye Moshen are married.
First, she and Ye Moshen were not real husband and wife, so it was best to maintain a relationship that no one knew about, after all five months she would be gone.
Second, if the woman in this company knew that she had married Ye Moshen would definitely tear her apart.
Although Xiaoyan had established that the woman she called was herself, however Shen Qiao explained there would be no point.
Lastly Shen Qiao could only admit it.
The phone suddenly embroidered, Shen Qiao glanced at it, it was a message from Han Xueyou.
Han Xueyou {Shen Qiao, later dinner out tonight yes, I will tell you the result.}
Seeing the message, Shen Qiao's hands trembled.
These two days he had always deliberately hidden this matter, not curious, not even intentionally gone to look for Han Xueyou.
But in the end, it was inevitable.
Shen Qiao thought, then assented to Han Xueyou.
Xiaoyan noticed she was typing on the phone, then glanced at her phone.
“What result?”
Perhaps his heart was hollow, Shen Qiao's hand shakes, so his phone accidentally fell on the floor.
Han Xueyou used a photo of her own head, Xiaoyan had originally seen this woman as very beautiful. But the second time looking so strange, then complaining.
“Is this person your friend? His face looks weird.”
Shen Qiao wiped his phone screen, seeing that his phone was all normal, only to be calm.
“You don't just talk.” Shen Qiao and Han Xueyou's friendship had been a very long time, Han Xueyou thought of him like a family of his own. As soon as Xiaoyan heard saying it like that, it instantly became unsettled.
“I don't just talk. You see his eyebrows and the corner of his eyes, well~ he looks like a villain.”
Shen Qiao: “..
Xiaoyan: “If anyone stabs a knife at you, that person could be him.”
Shen Qiao did not expect Xiaoyan to make a prophecy.
It's just that now he doesn't know anything, after hearing someone commenting on his best friend, he naturally became annoyed.
“Xiaoyan, I am friends with you because I feel that even if you look arrogant, but your real attitude is not evil. But I didn't expect you to be able to comment on people just from photos. Xueyou is my good friend, I don't want others to say bad about her, you understand?”
Xiaoyan patted lips: “Alright, you don't like yes I don't talk. But he it really looks like a peddler... Come on, I'm not talking, eat!”.
The atmosphere of the meal this time was very bad, after Shen Qiao ate, they separated into their respective workplaces.
After a short break, he began to tidy up the data.
In the middle, Ye Linhan came looking for Ye Moshen to report a thing, when passing by, he suddenly gave her a glass of hot milk.
Yesterday we both ate a hot pot taken picture by someone else. Today she gives milk will anyone take pictures too?
Shen Qiao suddenly recalled the two possibilities Xiaoyan had said.
Actually, it is not necessarily someone else who harmed him. Manor Ye Moshen had always thought of her as a cheap woman, and was afraid of her being cheated on, so purposely looking for people to stalk her.
Recalling this, Shen Qiao swallowed some saliva.
“Kakak, no need.”
Ye Linhan kept a gentle smile: “I'll just take it. Drink quietly, especially here no one sees it.”
Shen Qiao: “..
“I go find Moshen.”
After Ye Linhan left Shen Qiao held onto the glass of milk, the warmth from the glass delivered from the milk delivered warmth into his heart.
This sister is very attentive.
After Shen Qiao drank it, he felt his body become warm, and felt much more comfortable.
Waiting for the hours of returning home from work was not easy, Shen Qiao was already very exhausted. The data was too much, making his eyes blur.
As he rested on the chair and prepared to carry the bag and leave, the office door happened to open.
“At work?”
The cold voice was being carried in the air.
Shen Qiao took a step forward, stalled, when he turned his head to cross paths with the gaze of Ye Moshen's eyes.
“It's time to go home.” Answer in a small voice.
Ye Moshen's eyes gaze in: “Since when did Ye Shi nurture workers who have a habit of going home before work is done?”
Shen Qiao: “..
So he meant to want him to overtime?
Shen Qiao of course knew he wanted to torture her, he bit his lip, explaining in a low voice: “Tomorrow I came early, may I? I've already promised Xueyou, I...”.