To my favorite Wen Liang

Chapter 139 Kidnapping
Tang Mo is indeed unscrupulous in doing things.

The Tang Corporation and Asia Pacific have been fighting openly and secretly for these years, and Huo Dongming should be said to know Tang Mo best.

However, when it comes to Wen Liang, Tang Mo put aside all his advantages.

Some are too unlike him.

"You think so too? Hey, it's him who Mu Mu likes." Wen Liang's face was full of sadness.

"You can't control everything about her." Huo Dongming tapped her brows lightly, "Think about your own affairs."

own business?

And his...marriage?

Wen Liang's mood was a little complicated. Before, she was very concerned about his marriage to Tang Xinran, but in a blink of an eye, she and him were going to get married.

After taking all the luggage and other things, Mr. Special Assistant sent the two of them to the newly purchased community.

The greening instructions here, the design concept is also quite avant-garde, the design of the stream and the small pavilion is antique, almost the same as the model seen before.

"Your key." Mr. Special Assistant handed over the car key to Huo Dongming.

"You drive the car back to the company, and I will let Zhuang Zhuo drive his Mercedes over first."

"Yes."

Mr. Special Assistant's eyes flickered.

The deep meaning here, the president didn't say it clearly, but he felt it—although the neighborhood is high-end, cars like Bugatti are still too eye-catching, compared to Mercedes-Benz, which is more friendly to the people.

I'm afraid it's to protect Miss Wen, right?
Mr. Special Assistant smiled: "President, Miss Wen, I wish you a happy life in the future."

Wen Liang smiled, lowered his head a little shyly, Huo Dongming stretched out his arms, put his arms around her shoulders and lightly lifted his chin, Mr. Special Assistant nodded in approval, and drove away.

There are not many things that belong to her, and there is an elevator, so the two of them can easily carry them upstairs.

In terms of interior design, Wen Liang chose Huo Dongming's preference, the German style with black, white and gray as the main tone, and this set is a little more simple.

The black marble floor tiles are matched with light gray cloth sofas, and the branches of the luxurious chandelier are dark brown, adding another kind of style to the whole space.

"It's so beautiful." Wen Liang exclaimed.

"What design style did you choose?"

"Yes."

"German style?" Huo Dongming was thoughtful, with a tentative tone, "How do I remember, you don't like dark colors very much."

The only dark color she likes is deep blue like the sea.

Wen Liang pushed him in embarrassment, and hurried to the balcony to watch the scenery, as if afraid of revealing the secret in his heart, he kept lowering his head and fiddling with the big leaves of the plants.

Huo Dongming followed her with a smile, and put his arms around her waist: "I like it very much."

"Actually, I like it too."

"I like it, not the style, but the person who chooses the style." He pressed his thin lips against her neck, squinted his narrow eyes and sniffed the smell on her neck. The smell on her body was like poppy, pulling him down continuously. sink.

"Then, when I say like, it's not about style, it's about people who like style."

"Ah."

What, just one "um"?
Wen Liang curled her lips, although she was used to his indifference, she still felt a little uncomfortable.

When he was concerned about his attitude, the man chuckled: "Wen Liang, I like this confession very much."

Well.

Her cheeks turned red, she slipped away from his arms, and walked towards the kitchen.

"I'll go see what's missing."

Behind him, the man smiled deeper.

……

A week flies by in the blink of an eye.

In the already well-decorated room, a lot of things have been added, most of which were bought by the two of them at a large supermarket after Wenliang got off work - dried flowers on the coffee table, sticky notes on the refrigerator magnet.

Every day, when he leaves early, she can always see some instructions on the refrigerator.

This morning.

He wrote in a restrained and steady manner: "Remember to eat and wait for me after get off work."

After Wen Liang took it off, she put it in the diary she bought a few days ago, and put it away in her bag.

Just like the previous few days, I packed my things and went downstairs.

She stood at the door waiting for a taxi. For a long time, there was no car coming. The sun was shining on her heart, and she was a little flustered. She had no choice but to raise her hands to shade the sun, and walked two steps forward, thinking of an intersection where it was easier to take a taxi.

Suddenly, a taxi stopped.

"Miss, take a taxi?"

"Correct."

"Get in the car."

Wen Liang nodded without thinking too much, opened the taxi door, sat in the back seat, only to find that there was a person sitting in the co-pilot seat, she was startled, and before she could say anything, the person in front looked at her sideways glance.

He covered his face, his eyes were fierce and cold.

She was shocked in her heart. With the lessons learned from the previous resort, she instinctively sensed that something was wrong. She subconsciously pulled the car door and wanted to leave, but no matter how hard she tried, the door just wouldn't open.

"Let me get out of the car." She forced herself to calm down, and patted the driver's seat in front of her, "I want to get out of the car!"

"Don't waste your energy in vain." The man in the passenger seat took out a knife.

The man in the driver's seat trembled all over, holding the steering wheel tightly and not daring to speak.

Wen Liang's face turned pale: "What do you want to do?"

"I think? Huh." The other party smiled coldly, put down the car seat, and rolled over to Wen Liang's side.

Before she could move, one of his hands roughly pulled her hair, and she let out a cry of surprise. When her hands moved wildly, a cut was cut by the blade, and the pain felt all over her face and body, hindering her movement.

Before the sound of gasping for cold air due to pain came out, the other party covered his mouth and nose with a wet towel.

The extremely pungent smell was mixed with a strong sweet smell, and she suddenly felt her respiratory tract numb, and then she couldn't move her limbs, her bright eyes widened, and she blinked her eyelashes unwillingly.

At first, I could struggle a few times, but as the taste gradually deepened, I no longer had any intuition.

Who is this person?

……

Asia Pacific Media.

Huo Dongming is holding a case related to "NNC". Originally, he wanted to connect remotely with Xi's Group, but after a long time, Xi Yao didn't move, just when everyone couldn't wait.

Xi Yao made a call to Huo Dongming's personal cell phone.

"What's the matter?" He picked it up.

"Dong Ming, Wen Liang hasn't come to work yet. The company's software has a positioning system, and her phone is now located in Linshi."

"SJZ?" Huo Dongming raised his wristwatch, glanced at it, and raised his brows sternly, "terminate the meeting."

He walked out of the meeting room quickly.

Before walking a few steps, Tang Xin, who was already at the side, waited for him to finish the meeting, stepped forward: "Dong Ming, is today's memory so fast? Let's have brunch together, okay? I came here in a hurry and didn't even eat."

Huo Dongming stopped in his tracks, his gaze fell on her distantly and indifferently. He was tall and slender, with a long nose and a straight bridge, his slightly lighter lips were tightly pressed, and the black suit sewn by hand made him quiet and dignified.

Although the eyes were ruthless, Tang Xin was fascinated by them: "Dong Ming..."

"Shanshui." His thin lips parted slightly.

"Yes."

"Look at her, don't let anyone approach her, otherwise, I will ask you!"

Mr. Special Assistant was taken aback.

I haven't seen the president so serious and stern for many years, and the indifference between his eyebrows has condensed into a cold blade.

(End of this chapter)