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

Chapter 1402 Transaction (3)

"Apart from Lan Weiwei, what else is there that you can see!" After Tang Zongming finished speaking, he took a sip of the hot water on the table.

Xia Ning vaguely knew a secret that Lan Weiwei's memory loss was related to Tang Zongming.

After Tang Ruochen left, she slowly walked out from the inside, and said to Tang Zongming, "He came to you because of Wei Wei?"

"En." Tang Zongming responded lightly.

"I'm back, can you let Wei Wei go too?" Xia Ning asked.

"Xiao Ning, you care too much."

With Tang Zongming's cold words, Xia Ning had no choice but to keep his mouth shut. Yes, the man in front of him is a devil. He can do anything for his own purpose. Right now, he finally let Shen Jianan go, if she If you dare to act recklessly, once you offend him, the consequences will be disastrous.

Fortunately, Tang Zongming still has scruples about her feelings, perhaps only when she has lost it can she know how to cherish it.

He held Xia Ning's hand: "Why, are you unhappy?"

Xia Ning nodded: "Wei Wei is my best friend, I don't want her to live like this..."

"But she is by Ruochen's side, she is his soft help after all."

Xia Ning heard the words, and asked him: "What about me? Am I your soft help? Why don't you let him get what you can get?"

"No one will be my soft helper, Tang Zongming." Tang Zongming got up and left after saying this.

This day, Lan Weiwei was playing a game with Tang Xiaoxuan. Seeing that Tang Ruochen had returned home, he was in a bad mood. He got up from the ground and greeted cautiously: "Sir, are you back?"

"Father." Tang Xiaoxuan was on the ground, looking at him weakly.

He saw a piece of the toy scattered on the ground, "What are you doing?"

"We're playing crash and crash," Tang Xiaoxuan said.

Lan Weiwei lowered her head and said, "Sir, is the room too messy, let me tidy it up."

Just as she bent down, Tang Ruochen helped her up, "You don't need to do these things."

Upon hearing this, Lan Weiwei replied, "Oh."

In the evening, Xiaoxuan sat in front of the window in a daze, Tang Ruochen walked over and hugged him in his arms: "What's the matter, sitting here alone."

"Father." Tang Xiaoxuan said aggrievedly, "Does Mom not like Xiaoxuan?"

Tang Ruochen didn't know how to explain this problem to him, only heard Tang Xiaoxuan continued: "Mom treats Xiaoxuan... differently."

Very estranged...very estranged, that is not the picture of mother and child together, like strangers, getting stranger day by day.

"Mom is just sick, and when she recovers, she will think of Xiaoxuan."

In fact, Tang Xiaoxuan was already six years old, and he could tell that his mother was also very indifferent to his father. He nodded, but didn't say anything.

Lan Weiwei came out of the bathroom and was startled when she saw Tang Ruochen lying on the bed: "Sir... why are you here?"

Tang Ruochen put down the book in his hand, and glanced at her: "I'm here, is it strange?"

"I don't sleep with you." Lan Weiwei said.

Tang Ruochen had already explained to the point that he had no patience to explain, and said to Lan Weiwei, "Come and sleep."

Unexpectedly, Lan Weiwei actually hid behind the bathroom door: "I don't..."

So, Tang Ruochen had no choice but to get out of bed, and hugged her onto the bed, "Good night."

After a series of movements, Lan Weiwei didn't dare to take a breath. Fortunately, Tang Ruochen didn't touch her, and she finally fell asleep peacefully, but...sleeping on the bed with a man like this, Lan Weiwei felt very awkward. Leaning against the edge of the bed, Tang Ruochen grabbed his hand: "It will fall."

(End of this chapter)