Three years of love

Chapter 148: Head Drop Technique (3)
Nodding his head, he turned around and sat back on the soft sofa.

With a low sigh, "An'an, what should I do with you?"

He braced himself up, but in his mind, he did not dare to miss a single word, recalling every word Cheng Mu'an said just now.

Head drop... head drop...

Why does he always feel that things are not as simple as An An said?

However, An An was indeed standing in front of her soberly.

If it was really LIND's doing, then how could she easily let go of An An's time bomb?

Could it be... there is another reason for this?

Shivering all over his body, a thought in Sang's mind became clearer.

That wedding, could it be...

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Fallen Maple Garden.night.

Half a month had passed since that luxurious wedding, and tonight was the second night after he returned to the Maple Garden after getting married.

"Yang, are you back?"

Lind threw away the resentful look on his face, and greeted Tang Zhanyang cheerfully.

Since she insisted on breaking into his office that day and was driven out of Wei'an by Tang Zhanyang's kindness, she has indeed restrained a lot. For more than ten days, she stayed in Fengyuan obediently, watching TV, playing cards, and wandering the streets. Although she also wanted to know Tang Zhanyang's whereabouts, she still had lingering fears when she thought of Tang Zhanyang's fierce eyes last time.

That day——

"LIND, if you think that because of that reason, I will let you do whatever you want, then you are very wrong."

In front of the desk, a gold pen was dangling casually between his fingers, and the chill and hatred in Tang Zhanyang's cold eyes were enough to swallow everything in this office, including LIND himself.

"Yang, I..."

LIND was eager to explain something, but when he saw Tang Zhanyang's expressionless and cold face, he wisely chose to shut up.

At this time, Tang Zhanyang's calm face was not enough to conceal the sternness in his heart.

He is like a man-eating wolf, wanting to suck human blood and eat human flesh.

The viciousness made LIND so frightened that he dared not say a word.

"LIND, go home and be your Mrs. Tang obediently, okay?"

ok...?
These words seemed to be an inquiry, but with the fierceness and cruelty between the eyebrows and eyes, how could there be any room for Lid to refute?
Just like that, Lind, who wanted to show off his power, was pushed back by Tang Zhanyang neither soft nor hard.

For ten days, Tang Zhanyang never came back to Luofengyuan for ten days.

After making a phone call, the secretary politely and politely blocked her, making her dare not get angry.

And what made her anxious was another thing that she couldn't tell, and that was the... agreement between her and Tang Ruofeng.

This agreement involved too many interests of Tang Ruofeng.

As for her, in this calculation, she can be willing to be used by Tang Ruofeng, but she has her own gain.

But, is she really going to go that far?

He pursed his lips, and there was deep resentment in his silent smile. Now that he is the honest and obedient Mrs. Tang, he can be regarded as sharing weal and woe with Tang Zhanyang.And Tang Ruofeng, can you believe his words?If Wei'an falls into his hands, how sure can he be?

At noon that day, Uncle Li's slightly old voice interrupted LIND's thoughts, "Madam, the young master will go home for dinner tonight."

"Is it?"

Lind raised his eyes and looked at Uncle Li who was standing beside him like a pine tree. This old guy was loyal to Tang Zhanyang.

Although the current self has officially become the hostess of Maple Garden, Uncle Li still holds all the big and small matters in this garden in his hands.And Tang Zhanyang, not to mention, never showed up on the second day of the wedding, saying that he was busy with work and couldn't leave.

LIND sneered, from his own point of view, it is true that he is busy with work, but...

As for the inability to leave, it is a lie, right?

Rain swears, there will be another chapter tonight, it should be much later in the morning.Let's see it tomorrow morning.Ho Ho. . . . . . .

(End of this chapter)