Mr. Qin’s divorced ex-wife

Although he no longer goes to the company, there are some tasks that cannot be postponed. Shen Nuo thought about it and sent a message to Qin Siyu: Can the study room be used?

Qin Siyu quickly replied: Open the door and computer password: 0.

His and her birthday.

They had been married for three years and lived in this villa for three years. During these three years, Shen Nuo had never entered his study. He had to work overtime on his days off, and he also went to the company.

There was a combination lock in his study, and she subconsciously felt that he would not let her step into his territory, so she never humiliated herself.

She didn't know whether the password had been set before or just recently, and she didn't care. She was just a little surprised when he agreed readily.

She lowered her head and replied: Are you afraid that I will take out all the information in your study and sell it?

Qin Siyu: Can you?

Shen Nuo smiled, didn't reply, and put away his phone.

I don’t know how to do it, I don’t want to, it’s not necessary.

What's more, she couldn't see how deep Qin Siyu's city was, and she didn't want to touch an egg against a stone.

People must know how much they have, otherwise they will fall into the abyss.

For example, once.

Qin Siyu's study room is very simply decorated, bright and clean, with good lighting. There are many books in different languages ​​​​on the bookshelf: English, Russian, French... some of which Shen Nuo has never seen before.

There is a photo frame on the table, which is a photo of her looking up at the stars in the garden, wearing a sky blue dress, with the corners of her mouth raised, as if she had encountered something happy.

She didn't remember having the photo and didn't know who took it.

Shen Nuo glanced at it casually, without paying attention, and directly looked away.

Qin, CEO's office.

On Qin Siyu's computer screen, a delicate and elegant handsome face suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. His purple eyes were like two pure purple diamonds, clear and beautiful, with tear moles dotting the corners of his eyes, melancholy and charming.

The man's lips curled up into a smile: "Young Master Qin, it's been a long time."

Qin Siyu's face was calm: "Fortunately, I believe my godfather has not been having a good time recently and will not have time to see me."

The first godfather of the Italian Camorra organization, Si Yimo.

Tapping his fair and delicate fingertips, Si Yimo's smile remained unchanged: "Young Master Qin, let's talk about cooperation."

"I thought you wanted to talk to me about the transportation line you lost a few days ago," Qin Siyu said and directly poked the human lung tube: "After all, it is quite valuable."

In the end, Si Yimo's psychological quality was strong enough and he said casually: "It's just a transportation line, I can still afford to lose."

"Then why not give me a few more."

Si Yi Mo smiled: "Then it depends on your ability."

This was not the first time they had fought. This kind of scene was common. It was not the first time Zhou Yi had seen it, but he felt frightened every time.

Dark Rock and Camorra control the world's most powerful underground forces, with influence all over the world. Every word represents a turmoil.

Every word is like a sword and a sea of ​​fire, which challenges the psychological quality.

"Don't worry," Qin Siyu said calmly, "There will be a chance."

Si Yimo narrowed his eyes: "Then I'll wait."

The eyes of both of them were very calm, but through the screen, Zhou Yi felt that their eyes were full of murderous intent and oppression, which sent a chill down his spine.

After a while, Si Yimo spoke again: "Are you interested in the South African transportation line?"

"You want to help me open a path?"

"...Why don't you go to heaven?"

"It's not impossible."

"........."