Sheng Chong's lovely wife: The professor's husband is the president

Chapter 746 Don’t touch these toys anymore (9)

Chapter 746 Don’t touch these toys anymore (9)

Tang Ruochen stared at her intently, walked up to her, "Wei Wei."

"Ah?" Lan Weiwei raised her head, and in the next second, he pressed her entire head in front of her. Lan Weiwei looked at Tang Ruochen in horror, he...he was going to kiss herself, right?

No, Mr. Tang definitely won't, Mr. Tang loves his wife so much, Mr. Tang will definitely not have any thoughts about her as a small employee...

Tang Ruochen glanced at Lan Weiwei's frightened eyes, she was afraid of herself... She was still afraid... No, you have to hold back, you can't force her.

For a long time, Tang Ruochen tried his best to restrain his desire to kiss her, and slowly, slowly, reluctantly let go of her.

Lan Weiwei noticed that Tang Ruochen had let go of herself, and patted her frightened heart, as expected, she was thinking too much, so just say it!How could Mr. Tang kiss himself?
Lan Weiwei looked up at Tang Ruochen: "Mr. Tang? What's wrong with you?"

Tang Ruochen turned his head away for a second, avoiding her curious eyes: "It's okay... I'm fine, it's so late... Should you go back and rest?"

"En." Lan Weiwei nodded.

After walking two steps, she turned back and said, "Mr. Tang... Then I'm going to bed, and you should go to bed early too. Good night."

Tang Ruochen looked out of the window and did not speak. Lan Weiwei gently closed the door and left. Before leaving, she glanced at his bedroom door. Tang Ruochen was working during the day...he looked very busy and charming, but why did he, after work, As long as he is alone, is he so decadent?Sad?

Shouldn't he always use work to paralyze himself?
Thinking of this, Lan Weiwei sighed. It seems... Mr. Tang must have suffered a lot from that incident. After all, he lost his wife and child at the same time that day. Such a blow...is really unbearable.

Lan Weiwei recalled the scene in the room that day, and the look in his eyes still makes her feel a little distressed when she thinks about it. Mr. Tang looks indifferent and unreasonable, always aloof. It turns out that when he is alone, he will also have this kind of behavior. On the one hand, everyone has an indescribable scar.

They have forgotten everything except themselves, and they all seem to have their own secrets.

Everyone has their own memories, everyone has their own scar, but my mind is blank... nothing.

Thinking of this, Lan Weiwei felt a little embarrassed, but... From another perspective, at least I was happy every day, unlike their preoccupied, inexplicable troubles, and a very tiring life.

Since she lost her memory, Lan Weiwei has nothing on her mind, she basically fell asleep when she lay down.

As for Tang Ruochen, since the moment she entered the bedroom that day, he has hardly had a good night's sleep. This feeling is really painful, Wei Wei...

Therefore, every time Lan Weiwei greeted Tang Ruochen energetically in the morning, he could always see a faint bruise under his eyes: "Mr. Tang...have you not slept well these days?"

"Insomnia..." Tang Ruochen responded lightly.

"Insomnia... insomnia... insomnia means sleeping too much during the day... not being able to sleep at night." But Lan Weiwei thought about it, and Tang Ruochen seemed to be very busy during the day, so he immediately changed his words: "Either... it's because you have too many things on your mind. Mr. Tang, you look so sad every night, do you miss your wife very much?"

After a long time, Tang Ruochen nodded his head: "Yeah." He can see it every day, but can't touch it. He really wants to...but he can't do it.

"Your wife is really happy." Lan Weiwei said.

"You... think she is happy?" Tang Ruochen asked.

"Yeah, a few women can be like her, and be thought of... by their husbands every day, really happy." The more Lan Weiwei thought about it, the more this happened.

(End of this chapter)

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