CEO's NO.1 Sweetheart

When the car arrived at Top Villa, Tang Wanting opened the car door and got out of the car. She entered the living room and Mrs Guan welcomed her. Tang Wanting instructed her, "There will be guests coming to eat soon. Follow the rules of the Tang family. "    

    

"Yes. " Mrs Guan agreed.    

    

Tang Wanting did not stay and went upstairs to change her clothes. Ye Zhiqiu paused in the living room for a while. He also followed her.    

    

"Seven is one of us. You don't have to be so polite. Your health is not good. You should lie on the bed and rest first. "    

    

"Recuperate what? Wait for Gu Shaojing to hurt me after taking care of him. " Tang Wanting was not in a good mood.    

    

"Such a thing will not happen. "    

    

"Why are you so sure?" Tang Wanting sneered, "I know now. Gu Shaojing will not do anything even if he kills me. "    

    

"What nonsense are you talking about? Shaojing would definitely know the depth of his words. "    

    

"So I deserve it?"    

    

"No, Wanting, it's my fault this time," Wanting said.    

    

"If you know it's not good, then stay away from me. I'm treating Seven to a meal today, it's none of your business. Go back to where you came from. "    

    

Her words were unpleasant to the extreme, but Ye Zhiqiu wasn't angry at all.    

    

Someone knocked on the door. Guang's voice sounded, "Young Master, I have brought your luggage. "    

    

This morning, Ye Zhiqiu specially ordered Guang to go back and bring him some clothes. Just now, because Xiao Hongfei and Gu Shaojing were fighting, Guang did not take his luggage and left it in the car. Only now did he remember to bring it up.    

    

Ye Zhiqiu opened the door and Guang put the box into Tang Wanting's room. In front of Guang, Tang Wanting held back her anger and did not speak. She waited for Guang to go downstairs. She kicked Ye Zhiqiu's box.    

    

Ye Zhiqiu shook his head and opened the box without saying anything. He put his clothes in it.    

    

Tang Wanting was angry when she saw him swallow his anger. She turned around and went downstairs to talk to Xiao Hongfei.    

    

Ye Zhiqiu tidied his clothes and was about to hang them up. When he opened the closet door, he saw Tang Wanting's clothes hanging all over the closet. He had no place to put his clothes.    

    

Ye Zhiqiu could only open the second closet door. It was still full inside. Women were so troublesome. Why did he buy so many clothes?    

    

He shook his head and opened the third door. It was still full of clothes. They were all evening dresses.    

    

Tang Wanting basically did not wear evening dresses. Obviously, these clothes were not hers.    

    

It was very obvious that it was Qiao Wanting's clothes that were not Tang Wanting's. Ye Zhiqiu reached out his hand and pulled Qiao Wanting's clothes away. He wanted to make a space for himself, but he did not expect to see a familiar evening dress at a glance.    

    

It was the evening gown Qiao Wanting wore on her birthday. It was designed by the top designer, Martin. The gown was a satin gown that was inlaid with diamonds and no suspenders.    

    

It was very beautiful and sexy. Qiao Wanting was in the limelight wearing it. Even Ye Zhiqiu, who had no feelings for women, took a few more glances at her that night.    

    

Ye Zhiqiu's gaze stopped on the dress. He saw that the zipper on the side of the dress was broken.    

    

He was stunned for a moment and an image appeared in his mind.    

    

In the dark room with no light, his hand crazily ripped off the woman's clothes.    

    

The light couldn't be seen in the darkness, but the tearing sound could be heard. It was clearly the sound of clothes being torn apart.    

    

Ye Zhiqiu closed his eyes and gently rubbed the satin dress. The familiar texture made him feel as if he had been electrocuted and let go.    

    

He had seen everything that night. He had not seen it, but this feeling was very familiar. He remembered that this was the feeling of the clothes worn by the woman who had been in the spring breeze with him.    

    

This sudden discovery made Ye Zhiqiu stop putting on his clothes and leave the bedroom in a hurry.    

    

Tang Wanting and Xiao Hongfei were talking in the living room downstairs. Ye Zhiqiu did not go downstairs. Instead, he turned to the balcony and sat on the chair on the balcony. His mood was turbulent.    

    

Previously, there was only a fifty percent chance that the woman was Qiao Wanting. But today, this possibility suddenly rose to ninety percent.    

    

The remaining ten percent was not because of anything else, but because he was unwilling to admit it.