Chapter 142

Looking at Tang Yan with a puzzled face, Lu Nan Chen is in a good mood, which is hard to express. Don't bother to pay attention to his Tang Yan. I feel much better when I get out of bed today.

Lu Nanchen quietly looked at Tang Yan with clothes into the bathroom, listening to the bathroom door closed, then is the voice of anti lock, eyes slightly deep.

After a night's sleep, Tang Yan just wants to take a good bath and have a good breakfast. When Lu Nan Chen opens the bathroom door with a key, Tang Yan, who is immersed in the beautiful expectation of life, does not notice because of the sound of the shower.

Until behind suddenly stretched out a pair of hands around his waist, scared her scream. In a hurry, he threw out the shower and hit Lu Nanchen's head.

"You, how did you get in?"

Tang Yan covers himself and looks over his body to the door. He has locked it. When did he come in. Fortunately, the whole bathroom is steamy now, and the faces of each other are a little hazy.

"Tang Yan, do you want to murder your husband?"

Lu Nan Chen's voice was cold, his whole body was wet through, and there were still waves of pain on his forehead.

"I didn't mean to, who let you sneak in." Tang Yan looked at the familiar look in Lu Nanchen's eyes. That night, when he was wild, he was like this. He quickly slipped away, "I've finished washing, and I'm just going out. You're wet. Wash it quickly. Don't catch cold again. "

As soon as the voice fell, Tang Yan put the shower in his arms again, striding forward to flash. After all, in terms of the thickness of her skin, Tang Yan is far from Lu's rival.

It's a pity that Tang Yan, who just stepped out with one foot, didn't even feel the cool feeling outside the glass, so he was dragged by the land animals, and the whole person fell into his arms in an irreversible posture.

Tang Yan said that life is dark.

"It's finished so soon. You wouldn't go out in the bathroom for half an hour. Duplicity is not what a wife should have. "

Fart!

Lu Nan Chen put the shower up and let the warm water spray on him

On the people. The space in the glass is more than enough for them.

Tang Yan has been looking at other places. At this moment, the only feeling in her heart is eight words. It's useless to struggle.

…

Tang Yan, who was thoroughly examined, once again collapsed on the bed like a salted fish. Tang Yan, with his head up, once again determined to leave.

If she goes on like this, she will be drained by Lu Nanchen. Fortunately, it's one day closer to the day when I left.

With Lu Nan Chen's mood rising, Liang Feng Jiao's attitude to her is more friendly. Every day smile face to greet of don't say, unexpectedly still active of added a lot of things for her.

Jewelry, bags, clothes

When Tang Yan came down, he saw a row in the living room.

"Xiao Yan, you're up."

A face of complacency, do not know that she has held a grandson, Tang Yan um.

"Xiaoyan, come here and have a look. These are the latest models in the shop. I specially asked them to send them to you for selection. Mom knew you were busy with work and didn't have much time to go shopping, so she asked them to send it directly. Come on, come and have a look. "

It's nice to have money, but she still likes to buy it herself. Tang Yan looks at those things and estimates that if he doesn't choose, he can't get out of the door.

"Mom, everything is fine."

"I'll let them all send you to the cloakroom later. Xiaoyan, don't think your mother talks too much. Now your relationship with Nanchen is getting better and better. It's time for you to spend some energy on yourself."

She's been spending a lot of energy on herself.

"Mom, I know."

After I completely leave this home, I will definitely spend more energy on myself. After dealing with Liang Fengjiao, Tang Yan did not go to Diyu, but went to the house he bought before.

Tang Yan has never been here since he bought it and decorated it. Now, seeing that the time for their contract with Lu Nanchen is coming, it's time for them to be ready.

Tang Yan opened the windows of the house for ventilation, and every piece of furniture in the house was covered with dustproof cloth. Tang Yan will open all these cloth, he will come back to live, there is no need to cover.

Tang Yan, who simply cleaned the room, felt a little tired after a while because of the strenuous exercise in the morning. This uncontrollable Lu Nan Chen seems to have never met a woman.

Sitting on the sofa, Tang Yan's eyes fall on the photo wall in the room, which is full of photos of her parents, her and Tang Sheng. This is what she specially told the designer to leave the whole wall behind without any treatment. Looking at each of the photos above, Tang Yan was very happy with himself.

"Mom and Dad, I'm having a good time. It will only be better in the future. When Tang Sheng wakes up, I'll take him to see you. I know. You must miss him, too. You can rest assured that I will find out the murderer who killed you and avenge you. "

It seems that the packing is almost the same. Basically, I came in with my luggage. Tang Yan is very pleased, finally, to have a really belong to their own home. After this home, there will be Tang Sheng.

By then, their family will be together again.

Life is still very good, if you can't see Jiang Heng sitting in the office waiting for you.

As soon as he arrived at Diyu, the assistant took her to one side in a panic.

"What's the matter, so nervous?"

"Here comes Jiang Heng. He doesn't look very well. Now it's in the director's office. We've chased him many times and he won't leave. " Well, another cheeky man. When Tang Yan came to the door of the office, he finally understood why he couldn't get rid of him. This is my own thug. He is dressed in black and looks like two doors at the door of Tang Yan's office.

"Director, do you want to call the police?" The assistant glared at the two men in black at the door.

"No, I'll deal with it. You can pour two cups of coffee and bring them in later."

When Tang Yan came in, Jiang Heng sat on her chair like an old man, and the pig hoof was still playing with her picture.

Dead pervert!