My boss is so cool

Chapter 147 How Did He Gone?

"Beep...beep..." The vibrating sound of the mobile phone cut through the solemn atmosphere in the room.

"Shit!" Tang Yi cursed in a low voice, got up, got out of the bed, took out his mobile phone in his pants pocket, saw that it was Dai Sha's name, and pressed the answer button with a cold face: "Second Master, the staff of the studio It's here, Aunt An and I are choosing the style of our wedding photos, come and have a look?"

Dai Sha's delicate voice filled my ears.

Tang Yi glanced at Shen Man, and Shen Man was also sitting on the bed at the moment, arranging her hair while looking at him coldly...

"These things, you decide for yourself, I..."

"Second Lord, don't you want the remaining two antidote?" Before Tang Yi could finish speaking, Dai Shajiao's threatening voice came from the other end of the phone.

The threatening words spoken in a coquettish tone made Tang Yi feel extremely disgusted...

"Shit!" He cursed in a low voice, then moved his lips and said, "Got it..." and hung up the phone.

"Stay here today and don't go anywhere. I'll go back to the old house first, and come back later..." Tang Yi put his phone in his trouser pocket, folded his hands gracefully on his chest, and looked at Shen Man condescendingly , said lightly: "I left beforehand, come back later..."

"Go quickly, don't let Hongyan wait too long..." Shen Man turned her face away, not looking at him...

He moved his lips, and was about to speak, but in the end he didn't speak, and just left silently...

Although he has left, the breath on his body is still there, the faint smell of mint is mixed with his unique manly breath...

The slowly closing door separated them in two worlds.

In the room, the silence was a little scary.

Shen Man looked at the closed door and took a deep breath, her heartache and depression were beyond words.

"Shen Man... can she be promising...!" She slapped herself hard...

The fire|La|spicy pain woke her up a bit...

"Dong dong dong..." Accompanied by a gentle knock on the door, the door slowly opened, and Song Keren, who was dressed in light blue home clothes, walked in with a smile.

"Sister Keren..." Shen Man laughed dryly.

Song Keren stepped forward quickly, sat on the bed, embraced Shen Man in his arms, stroked the top of her hair, and said, "Why did he leave?"

"What else can I do, the beauty has an appointment..." Shen Man sneered, leaning into Song Keren's arms, and said.

"..." Song Keren didn't speak, but just stroked Shen Man's hair, comforting her.

Song Keren at this moment is like a big sister to Shen Man.

"Sister... I always thought that I was a very chic person. I thought that no matter at any time, as long as Tang Yi was sorry for me, I could immediately turn around and leave... But when I knew that he was going to marry Dai Sha, When I watched him put me down and leave here because of Dai Sha's phone call, my heart ached... But man, do you understand? Even breathing hurts..." Shen Man breathed out again, word by word talking.

Once, the pampering he gave her was so real.

Once, the promise he made to her was so touching.

However, the good times in the past are just bubbles after all.

"My sister understands your feelings... Be good, don't be sad, go wash your face, let's go down and have breakfast, my parents are traveling abroad, so I'm at home by myself, I made your favorite little wontons." Song Keren pushed Shen Man away, touched her expressionless face, and forced a smile.

"Well... I'll go wash my face first." After saying that, Shen Man got off the bed directly, put on her slippers and walked into the bathroom.

In front of the sink, the huge and clear glass reflected her haggard appearance...

She turned on the faucet, took off the gauze from her hands, and kept patting cold water on her face, trying to wake herself up...

After washing her face, she wiped her face, walked out of the bathroom, held hands with Song Keren, and went downstairs...

Downstairs restaurant, the light is just right.

The air was filled with the warming aroma of rice.

On the table, two bowls of small wontons were slowly steaming.

(End of this chapter)