Has the CEO's ex-husband played enough?

"Name? Tell me what's your name?" A light voice floated from Tan Qing's lips.

The big sunglasses have been taken off, and he has a deep smile on his face, with a wicked light in his eyes, carrying a "monstrous aura" that attracts people.

"Sorry, I'm not used to telling strangers my name."

With a faint smile on her warm and pretty face, she said neither humble nor overbearing.

She could see that this man was just a playboy who wanted to hunt around.Maybe just because of this face and his proud figure, women are flocking to him.

But, unfortunately, she was not interested in him.

"It doesn't matter, I can look it up with my mobile phone number. Anyway, I won't enter the three words 'Anonymous' before your number."

Tan Qing looked at her with a smile, as if nothing could make him difficult.

Nuan Nuan was about to be angered by his rogue, she took a deep breath and kept a faint smile: "My name is Nuan Nuan, Nuan Nuan, Nuan Nuan."

In the name of words, she has always introduced herself in this way.

"It's destined!" Tan Qing's slender fingers entered his name into the phone while smiling lowly: "Remember my name, my name is Tan Qing, Yan Xizao's Tan, the love of love, homophonic Tan Love, like your name, is also a word."

Ghosts are destined for you!love?What about love?

Such a playboy must do every day to talk about love.

After returning from the outside, Wen Nuan took out Tan Qing's shirt and carefully washed it. Thinking of the way he smiled at her, she couldn't help but hum.

Damn man, when she left, he called her "Xiao Nuannuan" when he saw her again, with an ambiguous voice that made her want to bite him to death.

"Young Mistress, let me do the laundry."

After finishing packing, Sister Ping saw Nuan Nuan washing clothes, so she hurriedly said.

"No need, it's just a shirt, it's already been washed." Warm and light waved his hand, this dress is very troublesome to wash, it can only be washed by hand, not by machine, and it can't be wrung out, you have to squeeze the water gently come out.

Although she hasn't graduated from fashion design, she already knows this knowledge, and she is afraid that the servant will ruin it if she doesn't pay attention.

Gently squeeze the water out, turn the clothes upside down, warm and ready to take it to the yard to dry, suddenly hesitated again.

This is a male shirt, and it doesn't belong to the second young master of the Leng family.It seems inappropriate to put it in the yard.She frowned slightly, suddenly remembered something, and a smile appeared on her lips.

Just put it on the balcony, anyway, Leng Yan won't be back these few days.

After finishing all this, Wen Nuan took out a book about fashion design from the suitcase she brought, leaned on the soft sofa closest to the balcony, and read the book leisurely.

She likes fashion design. Although she has not yet graduated, her designs have won many awards when she was in school.And her biggest wish is to be able to create a clothing brand by herself.

Although it was already afternoon, the April sun was still shining brightly.The warm light made her feel a little sleepy, so she simply took out a thin blanket at random, still holding a book in her hand, so she didn't have to worry about catching a cold when she went to bed at any time.

"Master is back."

The servant was preparing the ingredients for dinner, when he saw Leng Yan walk in, he called out respectfully.

"Where's the young lady?"

He narrowed his eyes and looked around subconsciously. He saw the car downstairs and knew she had come back.

He went to sleep in the next guest room in the middle of the night last night, and he wasn't even interested in seeing what she looked like.However, inexplicably, I have been imagining her appearance all day today.