Has the CEO's ex-husband played enough?

"Is there something wrong?" Nuan Nuan was startled for a moment, and asked lightly, fingers still turning the pages of the book.

Leng Ye pondered for a moment, then opened his mouth: "Nuan Nuan, you are not suitable for management, I hope you don't give up clothing design."

Nuan Nuan gave up fashion design?

The thorn in Leng Yan's heart was pierced even deeper, his chest was so oppressed that he couldn't breathe.He closed his eyes and left.Back in the office, my heart couldn't calm down no matter what.With trembling fingers, he dialed the warm phone number.

is on a call.

Wait for a while, then call again.

Nuan just hung up Leng Ye's phone, thinking he was calling again, and answered without looking at the number, Leng Yan's voice came over, and the book in her hand almost slipped, she held it tightly, with a sneer on her lips .

"Nuan Nuan." Leng Yan bit his lips tightly, and finally called out her name.

warm...

The warm sneer gradually turned cold.

She used to think that calling her name from his mouth was the most comfortable and sweetest.But at this time, what kind of irony is heard in the ears.

She didn't speak, she pursed her lips tightly, and raised her head slightly to prevent the nasty useless things inside from leaking out.

Tears are crystal clear, but she is very shameless to cry for him now.

"Nuan Nuan, I overheard elder brother saying that you have given up on fashion design just now." Leng Yan took a deep breath, leaned against the wall, and pinched his brows forcefully.

"Hehe, the news is very well-informed." Wen Nuan said, with a sarcasm in his mouth: "Young Master Leng, I really didn't expect that you would call me just because of such a trivial matter."

She deliberately bit down on the three words "Master Leng", "Trivial" and "Special".Finally couldn't hold back the tears, quickly wiped them away with a tissue, and smiled again on his lips: "Thank you, Young Master Leng, for your concern, there is nothing else, I'm going to die."

"Nuan Nuan, wait!"

Leng Yan's heart throbbed in pain, and her crazy thorns were heard in her ears, with a hint of crying.He could hear it clearly, his fingers clenched into fists, and he really wished she could stand in front of him and beat him up at this moment.

"Don't give up the costume design, okay? That's your favorite!" His low voice contained a begging taste.

He understands how much Nuan Nuan loves fashion design, and he doesn't want her to ignore this interest just because of him.

This is a kind of sustenance for her, if she can devote herself to it, she may soon forget her own.

"So what if you like it?" Nuan Nuan smiled, astringent, as light as a breeze blowing through water waves: "What I like doesn't necessarily belong to me. Just because I like it doesn't mean I can have it."

like you...

She didn't say anything, but looked down at the management book and smiled softly: "Young Master Leng, you don't need to care about my affairs in the future. Treat Ji Wei and the child well, and be a good father."

The father of Ji Wei's child has nothing to do with the life in her womb...!

"Nuan Nuan, it's not this..." Leng Yan's heart ached, his throat was slightly choked, he clenched his fists hard, and stopped.

can not say!He knew her feelings for him, and knew that if she knew the truth, she would never abandon him.

But how could he bear it.

She is only twenty years old, she should have a better life, he hopes that she can live happily in the future instead of living in endless pain.

Long pain is better than short pain...