Tang Xiaoyan is right.

Looking at Fu Zihao holding the small model in the newspaper, Tang Wanru's heart was gnawed like the heart of ten thousand ants.

In recent years, Fu Zihao has maintained a high rate of appearing in the front page every two days. She told herself to take it easy, but she just couldn't.

Fu Chengguang's call draws her attention back. Tang Wanru's eyes move away from the newspaper. His originally gloomy face has already changed into a gentle smile: "Chengguang, you say that Zihao and Xiaoyan, who have just been married for so many days, are staying out. I'm afraid it's really not pleasant to hear that."

Fu Chengguang's legs overlapped as he looked through the newspaper. In his fifties, he looked ten years younger because of his proper maintenance, thick black hair and strong body: "do you think it's nice to be in the newspaper every day? Tang Xiaoyan is your sister anyway. Now you are their elder. You should discipline them well. "

Tang Wanru said: "I know. I'll call them back tomorrow. Husband. " Tang Wanru sat down beside him and said, "it's late. Let's go up and have a rest."

Fu Chengguang looked at her coy face and raised her chin: "what have you done during my business trip these days?"

Her body was stiff, but her smile was impeccable: "of course, I miss you."

"Yes, let's go." He leaned over and picked up her soft figure.

When Tang Wanru calls, Tang Xiaoyan is explaining Alex's business trip to Lu Lifeng in his office.

Looking at the number on her mobile phone, she said sorry and left Lu Lifeng's office, standing in front of the double-layer insulating glass in the corridor: "what's the matter?"

"Little feast!" Tang Wanru's tone is a little heavy, "why don't you come back these days? Don't forget that you are married and have a family. Come back tonight and have dinner together."

Tang Xiaoyan frowned: "do you have a family? I always thought that you were Fu Zihao's and Fu Chengguang's family. You see how capable you are. You can serve people well. What do you want me to do? "

"Tang Xiaoyan!" Tang just like burst out to drink, Tang Xiaoyan obviously poked in her pain.

"Ha ha, if people don't offend me, I won't do it!" Tang Xiaoyan said, "if you force me again, I don't guarantee that I can keep my mouth shut and don't poke these things out. At that time, you will say who is hard to be a man."

Put down the phone, Tang Xiaoyan has a kind of pride of victory.

I just didn't expect that Tang Wanru would find the clinic.

She looks young and beautiful in a white dress suit.

The front desk leads her to Tang Xiaoyan, who tightens her eyebrows: "what are you doing here?"

"Xiaoyan, didn't your mother teach you good manners? I'm your sister. How can I speak? " Tang Wanru taught her a lesson with a smile. Tang Xiaoyan said, "why don't you say you're still my mother?"

"Oh." Tang Wanru was standing at her desk with a delicate satchel. The conversation between the two was not loud. Tang Wanru was smiling again. He looked like a good talker. But Tang Xiaoyan had a bad face. At a glance, he knew that his attitude was not good. "If you want to call me, call me that."

Tang Xiaoyan looked at the whispering colleagues around and walked out: "come with me, let's talk outside."

Take the elevator on the roof, a wide view, the wind blowing their skirt hunting sound, Tang Xiaoyan standing on the edge of the railing, overlooking the tall buildings below, from the ground up: "come on, what's the matter in the end."

There was no one around. Tang Wanru finally did not need to wear a mask. He regained his usual arrogance and indifference. He held his chest in his hands and stared at Tang Xiaoyan coldly: "come and tell you to go back to dinner."

"It's said that I'm very busy. I don't have time."

"You have to go back. How can you say that you are married? How can you make sense if you show your face? It will only make people say that you have no tutor. It's Peng Yuan who didn't teach you well."

"If you have something to say, don't talk about my mother. I'm afraid I'll go back. If I say something I shouldn't say, what should I do then?"

"Oh, what should not be said? If you know whether to say it or not, you should take care of your own affairs. Just like me, I also want to tell your colleagues about your marriage, and then give them some wedding candy. You say, how can I control my mouth?"

Tang Xiaoyan is determined not to expose her marriage. She is only a senior and has a bright future. She doesn't want to be destroyed. She clenches her fist. Looking at Tang Xiaoyan, she sneers: "you are so enthusiastic about putting Fu Zihao and me together. You say, if he is really interested in me, what should you do?"

Tang Wanru gently teased the charming chestnut curly hair: "what do you think you take to fight with me?" She shows her perfect figure arrogantly.

"I'm his wife. You're his stepmother. Do you think it's possible for you to marry him in your life? Don't be silly Tang Xiaoyan looked at her sympathetically, "what's more, the red flag in Fu Zihao's house doesn't fall down, and the colored flag is flying outside. What's more, it's not your turn."