Three years of love

Chapter 145 Who Is Designing Who (4)
However, what made her even more puzzled was an hour ago.

An hour ago, she was watching TV at home to pass the time, and her mobile phone kept ringing.

Then, a slightly hoarse male voice came clearly, "Mrs. Tang?"

Madam Tang...

This title made Lind feel joy in his heart, yes, this is the first time someone called Mrs. Tang.

"I am, but you are..."

LIND was so happy that he didn't think of him, and asked back with a coquettish smile.

However, the other party's answer made her startled, and she couldn't help but squeeze the pink fashion phone tightly.

"I believe Mrs. Tang is at home alone?"

"How do you..." She originally wanted to ask, how did you know, however, years of rich and powerful families' competition for favor made her not ignorant of some things, and the words she wanted to ask came to her lips and she couldn't help but change them into another sentence , "Who are you? What are you going to do?"

"Don't worry about who I am." The other party's voice paused obviously, and then sneered, as if a little hoarse and hoarse, as if something was rubbing the sand and stone on the floor, "You alone Be a good wife and mother at home, but your new husband is having a good time with another woman, Wu Shan, in the office."

"How did you know?"

"..."

"Hello, hello?"

beep...beep...

The busy tone from the phone reminded her that the other party had already hung up.

Lind's heart sank a little, because of the heating in the room, it didn't look cold in November.However, at this moment, she was obviously in a heating room with a temperature of more than [-] degrees, but it seemed that she was in the cold of ice and snow.

Looking up, he quickly picked up the phone, a look of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

The number just now turned out to be a 200 card.

In this way, even if you call back, you will have more than enough energy.

But it was this point that made LIND believe that this person was doing something wrong just now.

The best way to do this kind of person is to ignore it.

Years of tempering without similes told her that she had better not act rashly.

And she did.However, watching TV, the screen is only a blank.Listening to music, all I can do is scrape my throat.

Mrs. Tang, you are obediently at home, but your new husband is still having fun with another woman, Wu Shan, in the office.

The other party laughed a little, and the low and hoarse strange voice has been booming and soft since he hung up the phone.

Restless, LIND finally gave up on reason and ran out, squalling all the way to Wei'an.

On the thirteenth floor, several secretaries at Tang Zhanyang's door tried their best to stop her, making her secretly suspicious heart a little more certain.

And her heart, like adding oil to the fire, was suddenly burned.

On the second day of the wedding, did Tang Zhanyang abandon himself and continue his love with his old lover here?
So, what does he consider himself to be?
At this moment, anger filled her brain, and all rationality and demeanor were left behind by her.

All that remained in my mind was the image of Tang Zhanyang entangled naked with other women.

And the woman, that bitch Cheng Mu'an, right?
It was this kind of scene that made her kick the door open, pointing at everyone's nose and cursing.

In her impression, these people helped Tang Zhanyang hide it.

Therefore, they should all be scolded.

This anger lasted until Tang Zhanyang's cold and heartless words.

Because, from the moment she saw Tang Zhanyang frowned and cursed, she knew that she was being tricked.

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(End of this chapter)