Sworn not to be a wife: the arrest of the young wife around the world

Tang En let go of her and said with a smile, "Call me when you arrive, or send me a text message."

"Well, I will. Then I'm going."

"Go." Tang En and Lewis said at the same time.

The time was indeed coming, Jun Ai stopped talking nonsense to them, she waved them goodbye, and then went to the security check.

Lewis and Tang En kept looking at her, and they didn't look back until her figure disappeared.

"Twain, on Annie's birthday, will you go?" Lewis turned his head to ask Dunn.

"What about you?" Tang En asked back.

Lewis smiled and said, "Of course I'm going! Actually I lied to her, I just wanted to give her a surprise."

"Me too……"

"Twain, in fact, I have confessed to Annie a long time ago, and she knows that I like her." Lewis said again suddenly.

"..."

Lewis didn't look at his expression, "She said she couldn't give me the answer for now, but if I'm willing to wait, she will give me the answer when I turn 18."

"..."

"Twain, no matter what Annie's answer is, we will still be friends in the future, right?"

Tang En could hardly hear his own voice, "Of course..."

Lewis put his arm around his shoulders and said nothing more.

……

Tang En was driving on the road, his eyes were a little empty.

His hands were shaking too.

How could he not understand the hints from Jun Ai and Lewis.

The two of them have reached a tacit understanding long ago, and the answer will be revealed on the day of Jun Ai.

They like each other and they will be together...

Thinking of this possibility, Tang En couldn't breathe.

He has worked so hard, but is it still too late?

Tang En didn't know how he got back home.

Just this year, he bought a villa in a prime location and has moved here with his mother.

When Tang En walked into the living room, his mother was instructing the servants what to cook for the afternoon.

Seeing Tang En, his mother showed doubts: "Tang En, what's wrong with you, your complexion is not very good."

"I'm fine..."

Tang's mother was worried, and stepped forward to stroke his forehead: "Are you sick?"

"No, Mom, I'm really fine." Tang En's voice was a little weak, "I'm just a little tired."

Tang's mother said distressedly: "I asked you not to work so hard. You are young now, what are you doing so hard? All successful people come step by step. You can also take your time, don't be in such a hurry."

She is the one who knows best about Tang En's hard work in the past few years.

Tang En's eyes showed sadness: "But Mom, I can't do it unless I work hard..."

"I know you are a good boy and have always tried to prove yourself. But you have done it now, take a rest, Dunn."

"It's useless." Tang En shook his head, "I didn't do it at all. Even if I did, it's too late."

Mother Tang couldn't understand what he said, "What are you talking about?"

"Mom, all my hard work is too late..."

"Twain, what are you talking about?"

Tang En shook his head: "Nothing."

Then he didn't say anything, and walked upstairs slowly.

Mother Tang looked at him worriedly, but didn't know how to help him.

Tang En has a big studio.

Usually no one can enter his studio, including his mother.

He opened the door and walked in. The huge studio was filled with countless oil paintings.

At a glance, each oil painting depicts the same person.

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