Three years of love

Chapter 92: A Betrayal That Doesn’t Count as a Betrayal (1)
That night, Yun Muhan left with a sigh.

From the second day on, Cheng Mu'an became obviously silent.Tang Zhanyang, on the other hand, completely recovered his previous life.

Playing and singing every day, ecstasy every night, living a decadent and luxurious life.

This is the life of Tang Zhanyang in the past, not the life before Cheng Mu'an.

The heart sank slowly, completely falling into the boundless abyss of darkness.

Cheng Mu'an thought sadly, or, even if he knew she was pregnant, Tang Zhanyang wouldn't say anything?

For him, what is this little thing?
At most, it is to pay some money to bet on someone's mouth.What's more, I am just a woman who is kept by him without any status and rights.

On the contrary, Steward Li seemed to have noticed something, and became more and more considerate of her care and care.

And LIND, that woman—

She thought, LIND is indeed not simple.

Just judging from her skillful performance in front of herself and Butler Li these days, she knew it.

Lind's stay was definitely not just as simple as liking Tang Zhanyang. Although her eyes looked at Tang Zhanyang with admiration, Cheng Mu'an felt that there seemed to be too many things mixed in that admiration.Therefore, most of the time, Lind's eyes, in Cheng Mu'an's view, are that place that makes others look at it at a glance, and it is unpredictable.

However, LIND treats her very well.

So good... that it disturbed her deeply!

as now -

"An'an, this is the clear porridge that Butler Li asked me to serve. It nourishes the stomach. Drink it while it's hot."

"Okay, thank you LIND, let's put that first."

"How can it be done? This porridge won't taste good when it's cold. Come on, you lazy cat, let me feed you."

"..."

"An'an, this is Keemun black tea, it's very good for nourishing the stomach, remember to drink it."

"Thanks Lind, I will."

"An'an, this is..."

"..."

A young lady, judging from their relationship during this time, I'm afraid she doesn't like to serve others that much, does she?

If you don't have anything to show your courtesy, you can either rape or steal.Which sage said this?

Cheng Mu'an was speechless, just being as careful and on guard as possible.

Tang Zhanyang has completely disappeared since that night.As if the home here is not his, but hers.

Fortunately, Uncle Li will not restrict her freedom.Although there were two people behind her every time she went out, with the experience and lessons learned last time, she no longer dared to throw them away willfully.It's better to be followed than to suffer, right?

In fact, her destination is nothing more than a——

Forgotten Cafe.

After more than half a month of recuperation, Sang basically recovered from her injuries.

Two days after Sang got up, it was already open.

In Sang's words, if you don't open the door for business, how can you get money to support yourself?

Is it possible to wait for the pie to fall from the sky or to rob the bank?
Cheng Mu'an responded with a sneer, "Are you going to have no money to support yourself?"

After seeing Sang's serious nod, Jier raised his eyebrows, and Cheng Mu'an Wan smiled, but the joke in his eyes was very obvious. If you, Sang, really went to rob the bank, it would be a piece of cake, wouldn't it?

Behind the bar, Sang, who was busy at work, could see what Cheng Muan was thinking at a glance, and sneakily stretched out her hand to pamper someone's upturned nose, "Little girl is thinking wildly again, don't think I'm so miserable, I'm a Chinese A first-class good citizen of the People's Republic."

(End of this chapter)