She turned bad

Chapter 115

His eyes stayed on her dark circles, and then he put away the lunch box coldly, buttoning it layer by layer. This time Tang Yiling didn't eat much porridge, nor did he eat many dried radishes.

She was obviously sick, and she was still secretly sick so that no one would know about it.

It's absurd that such a rich daughter can hide her illness like this! ! !
Under Yan Chengmo's hard chest muscles, the hidden soft heart is secretly feeling sorry for Ling'er.

After Tang Yiling was kissed by him last time, this time it was Yan Chengmo who entered her boudoir again. Thinking of this, Yan Chengmo immediately stopped thinking about Tang Yiling, not daring to look at her pink lips, so he could only tighten his lips My lips look at the ground, at the ceiling...

"Tell me, what conditions do you want to say, I beg you." Tang Yiling curled up on the chair powerlessly, looking at Yan Chengmo's cold face, the kind of stinky face that made her want to be angry.

"I'll talk about it when you're in better health. You won't remember much of your current state, even if I tell you." He picked up the lunch box and got up.

"About Tang Xiaodong, Yan Chengmo, you're not fooling me out of thin air, are you? Don't play me a vagrant ruffian."

Tang Yiling wanted to get up and go over to stop him, but she was paralyzed to one side, but fortunately he was supporting her so she could straighten up. She was also clever and leaned against the wall decisively, no longer touching him, but leaning against him His body was so hot that it always gave her goosebumps, but she didn't forget to continue reasoning with him.

He was thrown towards her by her soft body, his Adam's apple had already moved many times, he couldn't stay here for long, if he stayed here again, he might lose his mind and lose his mind.

At the age of 28, it was the first time that he had such frequent and close contact with a woman, which challenged his bottom line as a silent male animal!
He picked up the lunch box and got up to open the door. He put his hand on the handle, and he didn't dare to turn his head to look directly at Tang Yiling:

"I've decided to come here to tell you, such an important piece of evidence must be exchanged for something worthwhile. I want to see what is the most valuable in your house. You can't just ask for a piece of silver and just go there!"

After speaking, he smirked and opened the door.

"Yan Chengmo, you're a rogue—"

"Goodbye." Yan Chengmo had already walked out. In order to show people outside, Yan Chengmo said goodbye to Tang Yiling in the master bedroom, and then closed the door tightly so that people outside could not see Tang Yiling That sickly look.

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There are still three days until Christmas. The winter in Qingshan City is not particularly cold, but also because of the pattering raindrops, the temperature is humid and cold. The cold air is only 12 degrees, but the southerners who are not resistant to cold have already wrapped themselves in thick clothes. Jacket and waterproof plush boots.

The road downstairs of Chen's house is wet and not considered slippery, but the shoes that step on it will still be dirty and muddy.

When Tang Zhiyuan arrived downstairs at Chen's house, the driver, Uncle Lin, got out of the car and opened the umbrella to help Tang Zhiyuan open the rear door, and sent him to the house in the community. He then wiped Tang Zhiyuan's shoe surface with a shoe cleaning tissue before helping. Tang Zhiyuan pressed the doorbell of the entrance and exit.

Chen Xiong's family lives in a high-end residential area in a large community, all of which are 41-story high-rise buildings, and Chen Hailin's family lives on the top floor of the flat floor.Although it is not as comfortable as the Tang family's single-family villa, it is extremely convenient to get in and out, and the service facilities in the community are also very good, which can be regarded as another kind of luxurious life.

But Chen Hailin didn't live with his family, but on the top floor of the building next door, so he should be sleeping in late at the moment, how could he know that his father and his future father-in-law were talking at home.

Chen Xiong thought that Tang Zhiyuan didn't come until noon, and Aunt Chen went out early to have a beauty treatment and hairdo, doing image design for Chen Hailin's wedding.

Chen Xiong, who was still wearing home clothes at home, really did not expect to arrive at the entrance and exit downstairs at ten o'clock in the morning. The Tang family has always been picked up by Chen Xiong and his wife. This time, let the future in-laws lock down the door. ·····
It really caught Chen Xiong by surprise.

Tang Zhiyuan went upstairs, followed by Lao Lin. Tang Zhiyuan didn't really want Lao Lin to follow, but Lao Lin insisted on following. Also, Lao Lin was worried that Tang Zhiyuan would fight with Chen Xiong, so he had an assistant to block the pain.

"Just stand at the door, I'll call you if something happens." Tang Zhiyuan still asked Uncle Lin to stand outside the door. After all, this was a housework between the Tang family and the Chen family, and the fewer people there, the better.

"Yes." Lao Lin bowed his head to the answerer, and stepped back a little.

Before Tang Zhiyuan knocked on the door, the door opened.

Chen Xiong roughly straightened the clothes he had just changed into: "Please come in, please come in..."

"Are you early?"

"No, no, my aunt and Aunt Chen have gone out, so there is no one at home. I will call and ask my aunt to come back and get some food..."

"No, it's best for me to drink tea with you. It's very troublesome for a woman to talk about a man." Tang Zhiyuan put on the shoe covers he brought and walked in, and sat down on the sofa leisurely.

Chen Xiong, who was still looking for the pair of slippers for the guests, was a little surprised. He had greeted Tang Zhiyuan for more than ten years, but he hadn't noticed that Tang Zhiyuan had the habit of bringing his own shoe covers.

That's right, Aunt Chen usually entertains them, how does Chen Xiong know these details!
Tang Zhiyuan is used to this characteristic. He always wears shoe covers wherever he goes. Firstly, he is too lazy to wear slippers, secondly, he doesn’t need to wear other people’s slippers, and thirdly, he doesn’t need to deliberately dirty other people’s floors.

"Then I won't ask Aunt Chen to come back. It's really embarrassing for a woman to be here." Chen Xiong closed the shoe cabinet at the door, then sat down opposite Tang Zhiyuan, made tea, poured tea for Tang Zhiyuan, and talked about the bad weather. It will get better in two days, and the wedding will not be inconvenient...

Tang Zhiyuan listened slowly, did not drink any tea, and smiled all over his face.

No matter what Chen Xiong said, it was all related to the wedding. In short, he implied that Tang Zhiyuan could rest assured that everything would go well at the wedding, even if the weather was out of reach, it would probably get better.

When Chen Xiong said he had nothing to say, he also calmed down. In the past when he was with Tang Zhiyuan, no matter what he said, Tang Zhiyuan would respond, but this time he said everything by himself. It was quiet.

Two old men were drinking tea, Tang Zhiyuan rolled the beeswax in his hands, Chen Xiong kept boiling water to make tea, brought out some snacks, just drinking tea to scrape belly oil, this is also the reason why drinking tea is too much for Chen Xiong, Drinking tea is all for Tang Zhiyuan.

"Yi Ling's scandal, have you read it?" Tang Zhiyuan finally spoke, breaking the silence between the two.

When Chen Xiong heard that it was about the scandal of the Tang family, he relaxed and smiled: "It's okay, it's all disgusting criticism, and the media hyped it up to increase the number of hits..."

"Old Chen, you are still so calm for doing such shameful things to the Tang family. I, Tang Zhiyuan, respect you." Tang Zhiyuan drank the first cup of tea.

Chen Xiong had changed Tang Zhiyuan's tea several times, and this time he finally drank it, and Chen Xiong smiled knowingly: "Old Tang, you are so polite."

(End of this chapter)