When he said this, Xiaole felt very aggrieved: "I am just an assistant, so I can't take care of that much."

Tang Muye stared at this little thing.

White and tender, round face, and the clear soup noodles look very clean.

In the past, he was the pride of H City. He probably wouldn't take a look at Xiaole like this, but now he is sitting with her and carefully looking at this little girl who doesn't look very good.

Tang Muye scared her: "If I can't take good care of you, I'll just quit you."

Xiaole thrust: "Come on, I'm not at a loss anyway."

He laughed, probably for a long time, I haven't relaxed like this.

He reached out and rubbed her hair and continued to drink his beer.

Xiaole can run away, but for some reason she has not left, so she has been with him all the time.

From time to time, she looked up at Wanwan's brother... Uh... He looks so beautiful.

*

On the other hand, Zhou Yan returned to the social engagement and could no longer see Tang Wanwan.

Secretary Yin whispered: "It's probably because I'm going home."

Zhou Yanhui didn't say anything, but just whispered to Lao Zhao when he got into the car: "Go to the apartment."

Old Zhao immediately seemed to have some blood injected with chicken blood. "It should have been gone long ago. Why are you a young man like Young Master Yan doing? Those who want to have a wife must look like someone who wants to have a wife."

Zhou Yan glanced back at him: "Talking too much."

But the corners of his mouth were lit up lightly.

Old Zhao smiled embarrassedly and started the car. He talked about the past few days along the way. Zhou Yan closed his eyes and listened lightly.

Secretary Yin in the front row breathed a sigh of relief: Mr. Yan's tone finally passed.

When the car arrived downstairs of the apartment, Zhou Yan got out of the car alone, and did not rush to go upstairs, but smoked a cigarette downstairs before getting up.

Pushing the door open, the apartment was dark and cold.

He didn't care about it either, so he turned on the light and changed his shoes and walked towards the master bedroom.

Tang Wanwan is not in the bed.

He frowned and looked at the two large boxes in the bedroom, open, with a few things sporadically.

He went to the locker room again, the wardrobe door was open, and the things inside had moved, but she had quite a few clothes.

Zhou Yanhui suddenly felt a little irritated, and she felt that she was leaving.

When he arrived at the study room, the notebook he gave her was placed flat there, and the study room was clean and nothing was left behind.

She took all her things away.

All he bought and bought for her were there.

Zhou Yanhui's expression became cold, and walked to the window to dial Tang Wanwan's phone. The phone rang for about half a minute and was picked up. It was a male voice: "Zhou Yanhui?"

Zhou Yan nodded back and guessed that it was Tang Muye there.

Tang Muye's voice was a little hoarse: "Wanwan is asleep."

Zhou Yanhui didn't say anything.

Two men were silent to each other.

Finally, Tang Muye said, "Do you want to meet?"

Zhou Yan agreed.

Half an hour later, Tang Muye went to Zhou Yan and returned to the apartment.

It means Zhou Yanhui.

Tang Muye entered the door and did not talk to Zhou Yan, but just looked around.

The big bed in the master bedroom and the wardrobe are all Tang Wanwan-sized clothes, and the large bathtub in the bathroom all stimulated his eyes. After he came out, he punched Zhou Yan and swung back: "Bastard!"

"Waste!" Zhou Yanhui was not polite, and he avoided it and fought back.

"You are the waste."

"What is it that I can't take care of my sister? Isn't it a waste?"

"Bastard, take advantage of others' danger."

...

Both men were crazy, fisting to the flesh.

I kept fighting until I had no strength, so I just started to fight and beat him nearby, and no one could let anyone go, and everyone would bite him to death.

In the end, Tang Muye was defeated and fell to the ground and gasped.

“How long has it been?”

Zhou Yan returned to stand, looked down at his defeated general, took out a cigarette and lit it, and sprayed a cigarette at Tang Muye's little face: "It's been a while. Why are you unhappy?"

Tang Muye angrily: "Let me go now."

"How come you let it go? I've been asleep?" Zhou Yan squatted back, smiling.

Tang Muye stared at him when he died.

Zhou Yan got up and slowly walked back to the sofa and sat down, "If it's a man, stand up by himself. Tang Muye, don't let a woman stand in front of you."

Tang Muye closed his eyes: "What is this?"

"You are not suitable to take over Tangmen Entertainment." Zhou Yanhui knocked on the ashtray and said in a faint voice: "Get back on doing a good job."

Tang Muye knew in his heart that Zhou Yanhui wanted to force him to leave and that he wanted to hand over Tang Wanwan to him alone.

He sneered: "Where is Wanwan? Is she willing? You made her so sad."

Zhou Yan suffocated and then spoke: "That's also a matter between us."

For a moment, he whispered: "I'm married to her."

Tang Muye's eyes burst out again, as if he was going to tear him alive.

Zhou Yanhui looked distracted, but in fact he was irritated... He came back to see her, but she probably thought he didn't want her anymore.

Tang Muye was impulsive for a while and became strangely calm.

He struggled to get up and stared at Zhou Yan and replied: "You like her."

Zhou Yanhui did not admit it or deny it. Tang Muye sneered: "Ha, Zhou Yanhui, you are really brave. Did your old man agree to marry her?"

Zhou Yan looked back at him with a look: "You don't have to worry about it."

Tang Muye sneered again: "Okay, I can't care if you get married. But if Zhou Yan replied to you, I won't let you go if you make her sad again."

Zhou Yan kicked his calf back: "Don't let go of those who are beaten so hard that they can't take care of themselves?"

Tang Muye:...

This night, Tang Muye left.

No one can find him.

But every month, Tangmen Entertainment will receive a sum of money, from the initial one hundred thousand, then one million, then ten million...

*

Tang Wanwan woke up with a headache and her stomach was uncomfortable.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that I was in the hospital.

I tilted my head and wanted to call someone, but I saw an unexpected person.

Zhou Yan returns.

Zhou Yan returned to sit on the sofa next to the ward, looking at the documents, looking noble and beautiful with her eyes down.

Tang Wanwan looked at him quietly, feeling a little unfamiliar.

He probably noticed the movements on her side and raised his eyes: "Awaken?"

He got up and walked over, reached out and touched her forehead, "Dr. Gao said you have been sick for a long time and have been dragging it but have not been cured."

She was still a little dizzy, but her voice was soft: "I don't know."

"Don't know?" He sneered a slight sneer on the corner of his mouth: "Tang Wanwan, what else do you know?"

She turned her back with anger and ignored him.

Zhou Yan had no choice but to deal with her, and her palm fell on her shoulder, "Tang Wanwan, you can't be so unreasonable."

"I've moved my stuff away." She said softly: "As for anything else, you can do it."

She closed her eyes uncomfortable, feeling really uncomfortable.

Zhou Yan returned silent for a moment, and spoke in a hoarse voice: "This is how you handle our relationship?"

Then he smiled slightly: "Or it is, you never took my husband to heart."
Chapter completed!