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Chen Weiwei was enraged, "Si Mo Yun, you actually betrayed me?!"

She immediately stood up and hissed, enduring the pain as she jumped right in front of him, looking extremely aggressive. Si Mo Yun was so scared that he kicked and pushed his chair to escape, but when he saw Chen Wei swaying left and right, as if he was about to fall, he quickly reached out and supported her, "Alright, you're already injured like this, what's the use of trying to show yourself?"

Chen Weiwei angrily pulled himself away from him. He supported himself on the edge of the table and limped to his position. He put his injured foot on the desk and frowned as he gently rubbed it.

"You scum, traitor!"

"Hello?" Si Mo Yun furrowed his brows, feeling wronged, "How did I become a trash? Did I lie to you for money or for your sex appeal? "

Chen Weiwei glowered. "Your sister..."

"Hey, hey, hey!" That's enough! " Si Mo Yun took out his phone and pointed it at her, "I don't have a sister. Do you believe that I will immediately record your profanities and send it to your husband to see how he will deal with you?"

"I... "You …" Chen Weiwei was momentarily unable to think of any new words to vent her hatred. He used his eyes to kill him, "Pantu."

Si Mo Yun did not know whether to laugh or cry, "..." Do you think I don't understand? Do you think traitors aren't dirty words? "

"Eh?" "Humph!"

Si Mo Yun was rolled his eyes, and he let out a long breath, just a little girl.

In a short moment, Chen Weiwei glared at Si Mo Yun and mouthed a word, "Traitor!"

After a few times, Si Mo Yun was speechless, "Think about it, your foot is injured like this. With your limp, he won't be able to tell. If he doesn't know, then it would be strange if he doesn't kill me first!"

"Hmph, a traitor!"

She didn't care!

Woo woo … * Oh my god, how can you be so disappointing! If not for the excruciating pain, he would have escaped long ago. Now, he could only wait to be slaughtered!

Beitang Bing had long told her not to swear, not to fight with anyone, or she would be the one to suffer!

This won't do, the beautiful image that she had painstakingly built up would actually be destroyed in such a short period of time? He couldn't accept it!

He couldn't wait to die like this. He had to think of a way!

Si Mo Yun raised his wrist to look at the clock, "It should be here soon!"

"You're talking about you. You're too awesome, smashing things at people is fine, but are you stupid?" You actually used your foot to kick the iron bed? "

Chen Weiwei felt extremely wronged. "I was angry, but I was too angry back then. I raised my leg and wanted to kick him away!"

"?" Even the bed and people... Kicking them flying? "

Roar! Roar! Just think about it, that scene was indeed very powerful!

"Bam!" While she was talking, the office door was pushed open. The sudden sound scared Chen Weiwei. Looking at the person coming towards her, her eyes widened. She immediately lowered her head and scratched her fingers without saying anything.

Si Mo Yun squinted his eyes and patted the white coat on his body, smiling as he walked in front of Bei Tang Bing, "Take it easy, you scared her. Right now, he's sick …"

"Get out!"

Beitang Bing stared at Chen Weiwei, from the moment they entered, they treated Si Mo Yun as air. Si Mo Yun was speechless, this couple, they really had no choice, this was his office, they were kind enough to persuade him and he was actually kicked out, hmph!

"No way …" "It's fine if I don't want you to reward me, but you still want to chase me out. You're too cruel …"

Beitang Bing couldn't be bothered to waste his breath on him, picked him up and threw him out of the door. The door slammed shut, and Si Mo Yun was stunned, he was swept out of the room …

"..." "Is it day?"

Oh my god, how could you be so angry …

In the office, Beitang Bing stood in front of Chen Weiwei, looking down at her. Chen Weiwei could see his shiny leather shoes, so he didn't move at all. She bit his lips and slowly raised his little head, grinning foolishly as he said, "Hubby, your beloved wife is injured. It hurts. It's all purple. Look, he's swollen …"

Ha ha, the ancients said, reaching out their hand not to hit the smiling person, but to laugh first.

However, Chen Weiwei, that smile of yours is really too much. It's so tiresome to be able to act like a spoiled child and to fawn on others. It looks like it's really fake.

Beitang smiled coldly, as there was an interesting idea behind his handsome smile.