Black deal, the president only marries but not loves

"Zimo, you go to the hospital to accompany Wei Ran." Tang Zimo received a call from Tang Renxiu in the afternoon.

Tang Zimo was not allowed to say any more, and then hung up the phone.

Then Tang Zimo immediately drove to the hospital.

In that hospital, Tang Zimo saw Ji Weiran half lying on the hospital bed.

When they came, Tang Zimo met Fang Yang, and Fang Yang said to her, "Miss Ji lost control of her emotions just now, try to stabilize her."

Tang Zimo knocked on the door and walked in. She bought some fruit.

Putting the fruit aside, Tang Zimo asked, "Wei Ran, what do you want to eat?"

Ji Weiran didn't look at the fruit basket, but only looked at Tang Zimo, her eyes were clearly traces of crying, so empty and sad.

Tang Zimo's heart twitched, she moved her lips and said, "How about an orange?" [

Tang Zimo could only find words, but Ji Weiran said, "Zimo, what would you do if it were you ten years ago?"

As soon as Ji Weiran's words came out, Tang Zimo lost his body.

Ten years ago, Tang Zimo was not ignorant of the burden of Ji's burden on that part of the past, but at this moment, if it were Tang Zimo, she would not be able to make a choice, and what would she do.Tang Zimo was silent, she was speechless.

Ji Weiran smiled, her eyes were bloodshot, "It was my fault."

After a while, Tang Zimo was still speechless.

"Wei Ran, it's all over." After a long time, Tang Zimo said softly.

Ji Weiran's gaze was distracted, and she said quietly, "If, if I had known this would happen, I would never have made such a choice."

Tang Zimo's heart skipped a beat, and suddenly there was nothing.

in case.

Everyone can fantasize about ifs and ifs, but where there are really ifs, where is it possible to know this early on.

With such a choice, how would one know that there would be such an ending.

It's just a trick of good fortune.

Good luck tricks people.

Here in the hospital, Fang Yang was making rounds. He was walking in the corridor with a notebook in hand, and bumped into Wei Ling head-on.

Wei Ling stopped and called Fang Yang, "Doctor Fang."

Fang Yang always liked to laugh, so he replied with a playful smile, "Hey, Doctor Wei, what's wrong?"

"How is Miss Ji?" Wei Ling asked.

Fang Yang's eyes froze, as if he understood, he said with a smile, "It's really strange that Dr. Wei cares about Miss Ji so much."

Wei Ling just waited for his next words, Fang Yang replied, "Miss Ji's injury is not serious, but her mood is not stable."

Wei Ling understood, she nodded and was about to walk by again.

"Doctor Wei." Fang Yang stopped her again, and Wei Ling stopped.

Fang Yanghu questioned, "Actually, I'm curious, how could you hide the fact that Miss Gu didn't kill the child under such circumstances back then?"

Fang Yang and Wei Ling were both private doctors of the Tang family, but Fang Yang belonged to Tang Renxiu's school, while Wei Ling belonged to the Tang family's school.

Tang Renxiu asked Tang Zimo to follow him in, just to understand clearly, because she was worried about Wei Ling!

What about Wei Ling?Was it really because of Tang Zimo that he relented and let go?

She is not like this kind of woman, after all, she has to go through countless abortion operations every day.

Dr. Wei has a strong and tenacious heart.

Wei Ling smiled faintly, "I'm just following orders."

Follow orders!

Fang Yang was startled, Wei Ling had already passed by and walked to the other end of the corridor.

So, the person who let the child go was not only Tang Zimo, but also the eldest son of the Tang family behind Wei Ling?

Tang Hanchen, what was he thinking?

Fang Yang became more and more confused.

After Wei Ling finished looking for a house, she returned to the office.As soon as the door closed, she took out her mobile phone and immediately made a call.

Wei Ling immediately reported, "Third Young Master, Miss Ji is safe and well, the injury is not serious, but..."

In that apartment, in the empty living room, Tang Hanchen sat quietly on the sofa, while Tang Yunsheng sat on the other side.

Holding the mobile phone in his hand, he heard the words on the other end, agreed in a deep voice and hung up.

In Tang Hanchen's hand was a glass of wine.

On his face, those wounds had just been treated, and the "medicine" had already been applied.But that trace still remained.

After Tang Yunsheng hung up, he put away his cell phone, and said silently for a while, "Wei Ran is fine, but his mood is not stable."

Tang Hanchen just sipped his wine and drank it alone.

He didn't say anything more, but the bruises on his face were so obvious.

The two sat quietly for a while, Tang Yunsheng said, "Brother, your face is seriously injured, you should rest at home for a few days."

The dignified Wuzhou President Han, going to the company like this, I'm afraid it will cause criticism, which is really not good.

Tang Hanchen smiled, "That's fine, it's just a holiday."

Tang Yunsheng didn't stay too long, after he replied a few words, he got up and left.But when he was leaving, he still stopped and couldn't help saying, "Brother, don't treat Wei Ran like this in the future."

"Ha." Tang Hanchen laughed wantonly, but there was a hint of self-deprecating in that laugh.

He stared at Tang Yunsheng and said quietly, "Third brother, if it were you, you would do the same."

Tang Yunsheng frowned, and said lightly, "I won't."

He answered lightly, but firmly.

"Third brother, that's because you haven't grown up yet, and one day you will." Tang Hanchen teased, Tang Yunsheng greeted him, and left.

After Tang Yunsheng left, Tang Hanchen was the only one in the empty apartment.

Tang Hanchen put down his wine glass.

He was sitting in an empty house, at this moment, he suddenly had a realization.

Growing up is actually not so happy.

The sky outside, however, was already approaching twilight, evening was coming, and night was about to fall again.

At six o'clock, it was supposed to be dinner time.

In this dimly lit area, I don't know which house, the light kept there is waiting for someone's return.

That black Bentley wandered the streets for a long time, and finally drove back to that mansion.

The car stopped in front of the mansion, but it took a long time to get out of the car.

The man was only in the car, smoking cigarettes, one after another.The rapid accumulation of cigarette butts is like fireworks in a prosperous age, but in the end it will still be silent in the gray.

In the end, the sky also turned gray.

Suddenly, a small figure ran out of the mansion.He was carrying a bag of trash and was going to throw out the trash.Just suddenly, he saw the figure in the car, and the little guy stopped, ignoring the garbage in his hand, and rushed over.

The little guy jumped out all of a sudden, he knocked on the door, and vaguely shouted, "Dad! Dad, you are back!"

Inside the car, Tang Renxiu came back to his senses, and he landed the car.For a moment, under the night light, he saw the child's innocent face.

That's Xiang Chen!

Xiang Chen hadn't seen Tang Renxiu for a few days, and missed him very much. Now that he saw him, he was even more excited!

"Dad! Why don't you come in?" Xiang Chen asked, and he smiled at him.

Looking at his son's smiling face, Tang Renxiu felt complicated emotions intertwined in his heart. After feeling depressed and hesitant, a warm current surged up suddenly.He didn't realize that the smile on his face was very soft at this moment, and he called out, "Chenchen."

The little guy quickly opened the car door, and then pulled Tang Renxiu out of the car.

"Father, the teacher at school took us to sketch and paint today..." While throwing away the garbage bag, Xiang Chen pulled Tang Renxiu inside.

Today is the weekend, and Sister Zhang usually won't cook at this time, because Gu Min will arrange it herself.

She had just cooked the food, and it was steaming hot, and she brought it out, waiting for Xiang Chen to come back to eat.

After everything happened, she was the same as usual, without any changes.

"Mom, Dad is back!" Xiang Chen yelled happily, and happily entered the porch, and hurriedly grabbed slippers and poured water.

Tang Renxiu changed his slippers and took the water glass again. He slowly looked up, his eyes fixed on Gu Min.

"Mr. is back." Sister Zhang shouted with a smile.

Gu Min was still wearing the apron, which was the familiar look in his memory, wearing a cotton home dress, and her hair was pulled up.When cooking, she doesn't like to lose her hair, because it is too troublesome.It must be that the light was too dim and too soft, so at this moment, she was a little warmer than usual.

Hearing her son's shout, Gu Min also looked up, and sure enough, she saw him.

He was wearing his morning clothes, a suit and shirt, but it was not straight anymore, it was already wrinkled, and there were traces of the fight.

He stared at her silently, with a long distance, but seemed very close.

"Dad, it's time to eat." Xiang Chen took his hand and walked to the dining table.

Tang Renxiu didn't move.

Until Gu Min said, "Let's eat."

There seemed to be some fluctuations in his heart, because her words slowly calmed down, and then he took a step and went to the table with them.

Eating, as usual, is too normal.

Three dishes and one soup, not too much, not too rich, but enough for IKEA.During the meal, it was full of Xiang Chen's laughter. The child hadn't seen him for many days, and there was always something to say. Tang Renxiu listened quietly.As a result, this meal was also eaten very slowly.

After dinner, the little guy had to go upstairs, because the sketching homework hadn't been finished yet, and it was only a little bit close, so he thought to finish the painting quickly, so he could take it down for them to see.

The little guy was very happy and ran upstairs, "Dad, I'll show you the picture I drew later!"

Sister Zhang finished eating first. Seeing that Tang Renxiu hadn't finished eating, she went to do other things first and waited for a while to collect it.

Only Gu Min was still sitting in the chair at the dining table, accompanying Tang Renxiu to finish eating.

Watching him swallow the last mouthful of food, watching him put down the bowl and chopsticks, and watching him slowly pick up the napkin to wipe it, dinner is over, everything is over.

There should be an end to everything.

Gu Min then opened his mouth, "Tang Renxiu, let's talk."

He was silent, waiting for her words to continue.

Gu Min said slowly again, "I've thought about it, in fact, if you continue like this, it's not good for you, me, or everyone."

"So," Gu Min's voice was steady, with a tinge of dead calm. In Tang Renxiu's eyes, the reflected light was like a cluster of fires ignited, and after hearing her last words, they disappeared again.

She said softly, "Let's get a divorce."

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