Number one cute wife: Young Master Tang, please hug me!

Tang Haichen stood up, and his expression returned to the usual faint feeling.

"Who knows."

Sui Tang frowned, hoping that human nature was a little more kind than imagined, "The old president really doesn't need to kill them all. Bai Yueguang has already left, and Tang Haichao is powerless to fight. He probably won't let the whole plane be buried with him."

Tang Haichen didn't answer, but walked into the shadows of the garden.

This Bai Yueguang... who is so sacred.

Life in the country is frighteningly boring, especially for someone like Sui Tang who is used to the bustling life in the city. She stops and walks in the small garden and sighs leisurely when she sees butterflies dancing among the flowers.

But having said that, Tang Haichao's garden is quite well built.

Sui Tang casually folded a yellow rose, the color was light and elegant, unexpectedly matching the knitted sweater she was wearing today, when she was about to pin the flower on the front of her shirt, she suddenly felt that someone was spying on her in the dark.

Looking up, the white curtains were flying in the air, and the orange cat climbed onto the roof.

Sui Tang quickly searched for Tang Haichen in the garden, but he didn't know where he went.

After thinking for a moment, she decided to meet the young and famous painter by herself.

Sui Tang stepped on the stairs, worrying whether she was gaining weight again, and whether the ladder would collapse. After staggering for a while, she came to an old wooden door. She knocked on the door, and the cat inside called out.

My God, this Tang Haichao is really a shit shoveler. How many cats does he have at home?

"Miss Sui, please come in."

Sui Tang opened the door. This room was mostly used as a studio, and the furnishings inside were much simpler. There was only one easel, and four or five cats were sitting on the floor, looking extremely lazy.

Some cats live a much more comfortable life than people.

Sui Tang murmured a few words silently in her heart, and was stunned when she saw the painting on the easel in a blink of an eye.

Isn't this the moment when she folded the roses in the garden? In just five or six seconds, he actually fixed the picture on the drawing paper, and the picture was still vivid.

Even if Sui Tang is a layman, he can still see the skill of his pen.

"Amazing!"

Sui Tang admired talented people very much, and her eyes immediately became bright.

A trace of joy flashed across Tang Haichao's tired face, he rolled up the painting and tied it with a yellow ribbon, handed it to her and said solemnly, "For you."

Sui Tang naturally accepted it happily.

"No wonder they all call you a talented painter," she said a little enviously, "Your painting skills are so good, if you really go to work in the company, maybe it's really a waste."

Tang Haichao smiled helplessly, "Father has been urging me to go back, but only God knows, I have no interest at all."

Sui Tang immediately thought about the tragic love story, and asked tentatively: "You don't want to transfer the shares because you are afraid that Tang Haixin will eat it."

He transferred the shares to Tang Haichen, and Tang Haixin would definitely find out. When the big brother finds out that his good brother is actually helping his enemy, he might make things difficult for him.

And Tang Haichao, a fairy who only knows how to raise cats, plant flowers and paint pictures, how could he be the opponent of an old fox like Tang Haixin.

"Not exactly." Tang Haichao's eyes were a little dark. "On the one hand, I hope that they can care about brotherhood and not take interests and power too seriously. On the other hand, I hope that they will fight as hard as possible."

Sui Tang was dumbfounded.

The windows were closed, and the studio was plunged into shadow.

Everyone has a dark side, even Tang Haichao, who lives in a paradise, has his own little thoughts.

Sui Tang swallowed, and immediately grasped the crux, "I know, you're still blaming your father, right?"

Tang Haichao raised his head, his eyes were moist and full of sadness.

"Has Tang Haichen told you already?"

He lowered his eyes again, only the sound of inhaling lightly remained.

Sui Tang didn't know whether to comfort him first, or deal with the equity transfer issue first.

Unexpectedly, Tang Haichao raised the palette in his hand and slammed it onto the ground. The oil splashed, and the whole floor was splashed with colorful spots, like colorful stars.

The cat was also startled, and quickly ran to hide.

Tang Haichao covered his head with his hands and sat in front of the drawing board with a painful expression on his face, "It's all because of him. If it wasn't for him, she wouldn't have died!"

This should be Bai Yueguang.

Sui Tang came to help Tang Haichen ask for a share transfer letter, and was not interested in any love-hate entanglement among wealthy families. Seeing Tang Haichao's painful appearance, he was too embarrassed to persuade him, thinking about quitting.

Tang Haichao stood up abruptly, approaching her with a gloomy expression.

Sui Tang was startled in his heart, isn't he a man like a little sheep? How could he show such a carnivore expression.

Tang Haichao's voice was extremely hoarse, "Are you Tang Haichen's girlfriend?"

"Huh?" Sui Tang tried to calm down, "You're thinking too much. Tang Haichen and I are simply subordinates, not his girlfriend. We don't have office romances."

Tang Haichao grabbed Sui Tang's shoulders and pushed her against the wall.

She froze for a moment, then gave him an elbow without hesitation, and fled to the door in a hurry when he was in pain.

Just as she was about to reach the doorknob, another hand went over her fingertips and slammed the door shut.

Tang Haichao quickly took off the key and closed the windows tightly, turning the brightly lit room into a small dark box.

Sui Tang's face turned cold, and he asked with great displeasure, "What exactly do you want to do?"

In the dim light, Tang Haichao walked over step by step with a strange expression on his face.

"You lied to me, if it wasn't for your girlfriend or lover, Tang Haichen wouldn't have brought you here."

Out of the corner of Sui Tang's eyes, he glanced at the doorknob and continued to circle with him.

"Calm down, I really have nothing to do with him."

Tang Haichao didn't get too close to her, but stood half a meter away, and suddenly smiled.

"When she died, Tang Haixin and Tang Haichen were very quiet, the whole Tang family was very quiet, they must be laughing at me behind my back."

Before Sui Tang could open his mouth, he kept on talking to himself, "They were laughing at my incompetence, my cowardice, they must be saying, if I wasn't useless, she wouldn't have died."

It was only then that Sui Tang remembered that the messy picture scrolls in the living room were probably the portraits of Bai Yueguang.

"Tang Haichao, you can only blame your father for this matter, but the plane crash was an accident, so don't think too much about it."

He looked at her face with complicated eyes.

"Father didn't like her very much. I always thought it was her father who caused her tragic death."

The biggest disadvantage of literary and artistic youth is that they have no social experience and their way of thinking is quite naive.

Sui Tang analyzed to him: "Your father really didn't need to kill your Bai Yueguang. Doing so would make you hate each other, and it would also bring bad reputation to Ningxia Group."

Tang Haichao raised his brows, his eyes full of darkness.

"So you are not only here to help Tang Haichen get the equity transfer certificate, but also to be a lobbyist?"

Sui Tang was speechless, and could only say: "I think you're emotionally unstable right now, so you open the doors and windows first, so we can breathe."