Wen Qiao, on the other hand, was leaning against his desk, with his arms folded, looking at him with a half-smile.
Theresa 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 on his face: "Excuse me, Miss Wen, why did you ask me to come over
Wen Qiao reached out and pressed his shoulder, and then He Xihuai felt dizzy. As soon as he entered the door, Wen Qiao threw him over his shoulder and he fell heavily to the ground.
"you… "
Wen Qiao half-knelt beside him: "Mr. William, oh no, I should call you Mr. He, He Xihuai."
He Xihuai chuckled and sat up slowly: "You know."
Of course she knew, after all, Su Ce knew, and Su Ce must have told her.
Wen Qiao raised an eyebrow: "Yes, I understand."
He Xihuai only felt severe pain in his back. Wen Qiao showed no mercy at all.
Wen Qiao's eyes were as cold as winter ice and snow: "You tied me up and made me stay in that little house for a day and a night. Now, I'm giving it back to you."
He Xihuai knew that this was a girl who would take revenge.
But he still chuckled: "I don't know what you are talking about."
Wen Qiao didn't mind that he didn't admit it: "I know there is no evidence, so I can't do anything to you."
As soon as she finished speaking, she grabbed He Xihuai by the collar and punched him in the face.
His handsome face was knocked crooked, his hair was a little messy, and blood was even slowly oozing from the corner of He Xihuai's mouth.
Wen Qiao beat He Xihuai so hard that he had no chance to defend himself. When he left her office, the handsome man had bruises all over his mouth. Theresa covered her mouth in fear: "Sir... I heard some noise inside."
But she didn't dare to go in rashly, as she didn't expect that the gentleman was fighting with Miss Wen.
The master is injured like this, then Miss Wen...
Then Wen Qiao came out, unharmed, with no scratches on his face.
Theresa couldn't believe it. So it was her husband who got beaten up unilaterally? Her husband's kung fu... not that bad. Why didn't he fight back
Seeing her husband's face turned pale, she didn't dare to ask more questions.
Wen Qiao said coldly: "Mr. He, if you do anything else in the future, I will not let you go. If you are a man, come here openly."
There was a sinister flash in He Xihuai's eyes, which frightened Theresa. She was afraid that her husband would get angry and get rid of Miss Wen tonight.
If the gentleman really took ruthless action, there would be endless troubles. After all, Miss Wen has Mr. Su and the eldest young master of the Fu family behind her.
He Xihuai stroked the corner of his mouth lightly and walked out with a gloomy look.
Theresa bowed to Wen Qiao and hurried to catch up with her husband.
She truly thought that this Miss Wen was an extraordinary person, as she could unilaterally beat her husband up like this and still subdue the young master.
Wen Qiao looked at He Xihuai's back and stretched his wrist bones. At least the cards had been laid bare. He Xihuai was no longer hiding in the dark and would not be harmed by any attack.
He Xihuai returned to his company, and Theresa carefully brought the medicine box over: "Sir, I'll give you some medicine."
He Xihuai sat in the boss chair, looking very gloomy. Theresa took a cotton swab, dipped it in some iodine, and gently applied the medicine to him. She hesitated to say, "Sir, why... why don't you fight back?"
She was answered with a cold look, and Theresa knew that the master didn't like her asking such questions.
(End of this chapter)