In the second week after LAN Weiwei returned to LAN's home, the engagement banquet between LAN Weiwei, the successor of LAN's enterprise, and Xiang Haolin, the president of Xiang's enterprise, has spread in the industry. Of course, the news has also spread to Tang Ruochen.

On that day, Zhao Jiale entered Tang Ruochen's office with great trepidation. He thought again and again, but he didn't dare to speak. He really didn't have the courage to mention the word Lan Wei in front of him. Finally, he walked around Tang Ruochen's office. Tang Ruochen was dizzy, so he sat in front of him: "there's a word I said you'd be angry, but I... Think again and again, I should tell you."

"Say," said Tang Ruochen with a blank face.

"However, we agreed in advance that we should not carry out physical destruction," Zhao Jiale said solemnly.

"There is something wrong with the contract." Tang Ruochen asked faintly.

Zhao Jiale said, "it's not a contract. It's those three words. You won't let me say. She... Will be engaged next week."

Tang Ruochen felt a stab in his heart when he heard the speech. His chest was so stuffy that he almost suffocated. No matter how hard it was to hide his loss at the bottom of his heart, he even had no time to hide his emotions. He blurted out: "it's just an engagement."

Seeing that he could drink water as if nothing had happened, Zhao Jiale mercilessly added: "but people will get married next month."

As soon as the voice fell, the cup fell off Tang Ruochen's hand with a slap. The desktop and clothes were wet. He ignored these. While hiding his emotions, he took a piece of information with him. He only heard Zhao Jiale say, "don't install it. The table is wet. What information do you read? You're not busy this afternoon."

Looking at Tang Ruochen's cold eyes like Millennium ice, Zhao Jiale immediately realized that he had said something wrong and stood up: "I... I went out first."

"Stop!"

Zhao Jiale just left. He only heard Tang Ruochen's cold voice behind him. For a moment, he slowly turned around and dared not look directly into his eyes. "I have a date today and can't work overtime... Of course... Corporal punishment is also OK."

"Tell me the date."

Zhao Jiale breathed a sigh of relief, lying on his desk and asked, "engaged or married?"

Touching Tang Ruochen's cold eyes, Zhao Jiale suddenly realized: "next Wednesday."

He asked a fart when he got married. After that, he raised his head and asked, "Why are you asking? I want to steal the marriage."

Tang Ruochen ignored him and directly got up and went out.

Xiang Haolin and LAN Weiwei are very busy this week. Xiang Haolin is busy preparing for the wedding banquet. In order to please LAN Weiwei, she has to do everything by herself and take into account the trivial affairs in the company. LAN Weiwei, although he repeatedly stressed that Lan Weiwei doesn't have to do anything and is only responsible for rest, she has to choose wedding dresses, dresses and jewelry in person, She called Xia Ning. Xia Ning didn't intend to go, but she just wanted to sleep at home. In order to be afraid of Xia's mother's suspicion, she had to excuse LAN Weiwei to prepare for the wedding banquet and go out. The two pregnant women were busy picking wedding dresses together. Xia Ning couldn't help squinting on the sofa.

"The wedding dress can be slow... It's too late for me to order the wedding dress. I won't find someone to order it. Fortunately, my stomach is not obvious..." Lan Weiwei whispered for a long time while trying on the dress and found that Xia Ning had already narrowed his eyes on the sofa.

She went over and patted her. Xia Ning didn't respond, so Lan Wei said in her ear, "Tang Zongming is coming."

Hearing the speech, Xia Ning immediately stared round his eyes: "where!"

So LAN Weiwei went on, "do you think this dress on me is OK?"

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