Chapter 92: Show affection, die fast (20)

Behind every successful man, there is a tigress. There is nothing wrong with this sentence. No wonder Shi Che hasn't touched her for so long. It must be because of his fear of his wife. Therefore, facing her, she can only see but can't eat, and it is indeed aggrieved.
When Zheng Rourou thought about it this way, she felt relieved in her heart. She felt that Shi Che was a little bit pitiful. His wife must not look good and had a bad personality. Otherwise, Shi Che would not look for women outside.
If there is a chance, she must meet the wife Shiche!
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Shi Che stayed in place for a while, breathing deeply, and when the hostility between his brows dissipated a little, he sat back on the sofa heavily, picked up the phone, swiped his fingers, unlocked the lock, and clicked on the phone. That column, looking at the latest call records, only a few seconds.
Black eyes fixedly looked at the call log, Shi Che moved his finger lightly and wanted to press it, but the moment he had to press it, his hand seemed to be pulled by something, and he couldn't press it anymore.
Ling Chuxia called and heard that it was a woman who answered the phone. She hung up the phone without even asking. It was like that day when she saw him and Zheng Rourou together, she turned away graciously. , I also never mentioned a single sentence.
So, why is he calling back now?
Explain to her? Explain why Zheng Rourou answered the call?
Hehe, she has never cared about him, cared about anything about him, she should have disdain for his explanation, why should he rush to humiliate himself?
Shi Che's hand suddenly squeezed the phone, then released it, and threw it aside heavily. He leaned against the sofa weakly, closed his eyes, rubbed his eyebrows with his fingers, and then picked up another phone. Unlocked and dialed a number.
The phone rang three times, and the other end picked it up, with a respectful tone, "Shi Zong."
"Check what the young lady has done recently, what banquets have been held. Or what's going on in the old house." Shi Che's voice was low, always straightforward.
There was a pause, and then he said, "Yes, Mr. Shi."
After hanging up the phone, Shi Che leaned back on the sofa again, his black eyes drooping slightly, and a dullness flashed across his eyes.
In fact, he knew very well that Ling Chuxia would call him, either to complete Madam Shi's task, or...she needed him for something. Otherwise, she would not call him.
But obviously, he knows everything and knows everything, but he still can't control himself to care about her.
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Ling Chuxia once again lay on the bed-tossing about and couldn't fall asleep. Now she was thinking about what she should do at the classmate meeting tomorrow.
She didn't dare to count on Shi Che anymore, she could only count on herself, and there were only two roads in front of her, either being cruel and not going. Or grit your teeth and go by yourself!