Three years of love

Chapter 150 The Counterattack (2)
"Yang, Yang, hurry up and drink."

"...um...drinking..."

"Yang, be good, get up and sleep."

"..."

Seeing that Tang Zhanyang was so drunk that he fell on the sofa as if fainted and couldn't get up. There was a calculating smile in Lind's eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched triumphantly, thinking that he was so cruel, causing her to prepare a dozen bottles of wine, but it turned out that he was only a few bottles away.

"Positive……?"

Picking up his feet, he tiptoed to Tang Zhanyang's side, pushing and shaking, but the person on the sofa was still unconscious.

It seemed that he was really drunk and unconscious.

LIND let out a long breath, turned him around with great effort, and then quietly stretched his hands towards his waist.

clatter...

The bunch of keys hanging there was easily taken into hands by LIND.

Out of the corner of her eye, she flicked around quickly, and all the servants were swept away by her. I believe there should be no one there.Even if there is, who would have the guts to intervene in the hostess' affairs?
Holding the bunch of heavy keys in his hands, LIND's eyes were a little perplexed. Looking sideways, he looked at Tang Zhanyang who was unconscious on the sofa. LIND's expression was a little perplexed. What should she do?What can I do to minimize the victimization of this person?
However, think about Tang Ruofeng's words and the reason for this marriage.

The heart of hesitation gradually became firm.

Perhaps, Tang Zhanyang would only look at himself with such consequences?
No longer look, no longer think, no longer stay, hold the key in your hand, and quietly go to Tang Zhanyang's study on the second floor.

Behind her, Tang Zhanyang, whom she had never seen before, closed his eyes and fell asleep, clenched his hands tightly the moment she turned to go upstairs.And the tightly closed eyes emitted a chilly light, shooting towards a corner of the second floor.

All these abnormalities, after hearing a few thuds of footsteps going downstairs, everything returned to normal.

In the living room, the red candle silently and silently dripped the last drop.

The entire living room was pitch black, and the romance and warmth of the past were completely swallowed up in the darkness.

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December tenth.

The sky is cloudy and oppressive, as if something is about to burst out of the low-pressure clouds.

Tang Zhanyang drove to Wei'an early in the morning, and received a call from Yun Muhan on the way.

"Yang, how are you doing?"

As soon as the connection was made, Yun Muhan's slightly worried voice came from the other end.

"Everything is going on as normal."

"Then do you want me to go there together today?"

"No. Today, I will settle all accounts with them."

"You really don't want my help?"

"..."

After a series of silences, it was Tang Zhanyang's slightly hoarse voice, "If you really want to help, help me take care of her."

"Don't worry, An'an is fine."

Aware of his friend's worries, Yun Muhan readily responded and relieved Tang Zhanyang of his worries.

"Well, wish me luck."

Pa, the phone was cut off decisively in Tang Zhanyang's mocking tone.

On the other side, hearing the beeping sound on the phone, Yun Muhan's brows were tightly knit.

Ten o'clock in the morning, Wei'an Group, conference room.

Today is the annual decision-making meeting of directors of Wei'an Company.

The position of general manager of Wei'an is not so easy to secure.

Just looking at those wolf-like eyes with malicious intentions, one can tell that there are definitely not a few people staring at this seat.

(End of this chapter)