Has the CEO's ex-husband played enough?

No appetite, just a little bit of dinner, warm back to the room.Looking at the secondary card that the servant gave her before the meal, a sarcastic smile appeared on her pink lips.

Compensation for ruined clothes, or living expenses for her?

She knew that there was a huge amount in it, and she couldn't use it up no matter how she spent it.But... she is not rare!

If he is a husband who really loves her, she will not be reserved and not spend his money.But, he is not, he hates her and insults her, she doesn't bother to spend such a man's money.

She has her pride, her self-esteem.

Glancing at the card, she casually threw it into the drawer.Under the bright light, looking at Tan Qing's silk shirt, she frowned distressedly.

If she knew that Leng Yan would come back, she would definitely not hang the shirt in the room.Obviously he said that he would not go home these few days, but who knew that he would come back suddenly halfway?

She didn't know what to do with the good clothes like this.

Spreading the clothes on the floor, frowning her warm and delicate eyebrows lightly, looking carefully, suddenly her eyes brightened.

Maybe she could...remake one for him in this pattern.

But, will he accept it?

Nuan Nuan looked at the cell phone thrown on the sofa, and at the long string of numbers in the phone book, her pretty face was tangled.

She knew his name was Tan Qing, but she didn't lose his name.

Just, a person I met by chance.After returning his shirt, she didn't think she would have a chance to meet him again.

Do you want to fight?Will he be scolded angrily?

Ugh--

Wen Nuan sighed a long time, put the phone on the small coffee table, stared at the black silk shirt in a daze for a while, picked up the phone again, bit her lower lip, and dialed Tan Qing's phone number.

Tan Qing gave her the feeling that he was not a too stingy man, at least he was much easier to get along with than Leng Yan.So, she called him.

"Why don't you accept it?"

Listening to the music bell ringing over there, and the warm whispers, I felt uneasy.

"...I'll answer the phone first, excuse me."

In the luxurious private room of the hotel, Tan Qing was socializing, looking at the number on the mobile phone, her slender eyes were stained with an enchanting smile, and she exited the private room.I found a quiet place, leaned against the wall of the corridor, and pressed the answer button.

"Xiao Nuannuan, miss me?"

Just as he was considering whether to hang up the phone, an ambiguous voice came from the microphone, and Wen Nuan couldn't help gritting his teeth.

The Playboy!

She really wanted to hang up directly, but she was so wronged now that she didn't dare to do that.

Nuan Nuan gave a dry laugh: "That...Mr. Tan..."

"Why are you so polite? Just call me Qing." Tan Qing interrupted her with a smile.

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Let’s continue tomorrow. By the way, why do I like Tan Qing?

Who do you like, Leng Yan or Tan Qing?