Late Marriage: Warm Wife, Let's Get Married

Whenever taking such photos, Anjing travel has an illusion that she is the mother of the two children, but the illusion is only an illusion. Whenever she returns to her small room at night, she will wake up from the illusion and tell herself that all this is not true.

She is not the mother of Le Zhen and Le Zhu, and she can never be.

What an Jingxing doesn't know is that although Tang qianrong is out of town, he will hear about an Jingxing and the baby from the housekeeper every day. Moreover, Tang qianrong ordered someone to install a special camera in the baby's room. Occasionally, he is busy. It's already late in the middle of the night, even early in the morning.

He will turn on the computer, log in to the website connected to the monitor and see how the two children sleep. Occasionally I see Anjing bank

When he knew that an Jingxing was taking photos for Le Zhen and Le Zhu, Tang qianrong was naturally happy. Although this move is insignificant, it already represents that Anjing bank has feelings for Le Zhen and Le Zhu.

Emotion is the strongest hub. Once established, it can not be easily destroyed.

He knew that what he had done to an Jingxing in those ten months was unforgivable, so he needed this strong hub to face the huge gap in the future when she knew everything.

Naturally, he also knows that using children is mean, but so what... He never allows himself to miss what he wants!

Anjingxing doesn't remember how long she hasn't seen Tang qianrong, but fortunately, after the last guidance, she digested the knowledge very thoroughly and was very helpful for the next study. In addition, Tang qianrong told her before leaving home that she can use the study on the first floor at will if necessary.

It made her almost jump with joy.

There are all the reference books she needs in the study on the first floor. Even without Tang qianrong's guidance, she can roughly understand some places she doesn't understand.

However, in three months, Anjing bank had read all the books Tang qianrong gave her.

Sitting on the private plane of Tang's enterprise, Tang qianrong leaned against the soft leather recliner. Li Chengxian respectfully stood aside, took back the last document in Tang qianrong's hand, glanced at the watch on his wrist and said in a deep voice.

"There are still three hours to Los Angeles. Boss, do you want to sleep?"

Hearing the speech, Tang qianrong put down his Parker ball point pen, nodded and leaned back on the leather cushion. He hasn't rested for nearly 36 hours.

When Tang qianrong was about to go to sleep, Li Chengxian took a look at his iPad and suddenly remembered something. He just said, "by the way, Miss Monica just called and said..."

Tang qianrong didn't respond when he saw that he had fallen asleep. He thought, anyway, now the boss has miss an. It shouldn't matter if you don't say about Miss Monica?

Thinking so, Li Chengxian swallowed his unfinished words back, handed Tang qianrong another number in his hand, deleted Monica's phone and text messages, and then walked out of the cabin.

*

Tang qianrong's plane arrived in Los Angeles at 6 p.m. before that, Tang qianrong was in front of his villa in Los Angeles. As early as this afternoon, a red car stopped at the opposite corner.

In the car sat a black haired mixed race woman with dark green LV sunglasses, slim posture, a black dress, simple and elegant, a pair of Chanel Leather Boots on the soles of her feet, but with a bit of temperament and publicity that only big stars can have.