Late Marriage: Warm Wife, Let's Get Married

When she woke up, an Jingxing didn't know what time it was. She only heard someone knocking at the door. She woke up completely. She got up from bed and sorted out her clothes before she shouted in.

The next moment, I saw a man in a suit standing at the door, his head bowed, looking quite respectful.

"Miss ANN, Los Angeles, Mr. Tang's villa has arrived."

USA, Los Angeles, villa.

These three words are easily associated with mistress, golden house, hidden beauty and so on.

Anjingxing naturally wanted to get it, but this time, she was not as excited as last time. She looked down at her clothes. She got up hastily from the bed, put on her shoes, looked at the man in front of her and whispered, "I want to see Mr. Tang. I don't know if it's convenient now?"

"Mr. Tang told me that it would be convenient at any time as long as miss an wanted." The man answered ten quickly.

After hearing this, an Jingxing's eyes sank again. Did the man really buy himself back as a mistress?

Even though she has been a surrogate mother once, an Jingxing still can't let it go. Resisting her disgust, she frowned and forced herself to calm down.

"Then please lead the way."

*

After getting out of the plane, Anjing Bank found that this time was also late at night in Los Angeles. Anjing bank followed the man in suit out of the plane and found a brightly lit villa not far in front.

The villa covers a large area, including the landing area of the plane. Anjing bank can't estimate the size of the man's lot.

But at a glance, at least three hills don't look like a second family.

Such a degree, compared with settling down, is simply a heaven and an earth.

Tang qianrong is waiting for an Jingxing in his study. Just on the plane, he finished his official business in the fastest time, and then took a little rest.

After waking up, he went to see an Jingxing. At that time, she was still sleeping, but she was still crying in her sleep.

Tang qianrong didn't know why she was crying, but he couldn't help reaching out to wipe her tears.

In those days with herself, she also cried, but it was only the one forced by death. Since then, he has hardly seen her cry.

Looking at her tears, Tang qianrong's heart seemed to have a feather passing through his heart, and the taste was inexplicable. Tang qianrong once had some women, but none of them could recover quickly in the face of all the pain and frustrations.

She is like the bud of winter plum, ready to bloom in the cold wind. The closer you get, the more you look forward to seeing her bloom.

*

When an Jingxing was led into Tang qianrong's study by a man in a suit, Tang qianrong was sitting at his desk with a glass of wine in his hand, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Even though she had seen him many times, she couldn't help but panic for a moment at the moment she saw his face.

"What's up?" The man's voice came low and called back her thoughts. That reminded her of her real purpose of coming here tonight.

Forced himself to calm down, an Jingxing tried to make his voice sound softer and more polite, even with a taste of negotiation.

"Mr. Tang, I'd like to talk to you if I can."

This was the first time he saw the little woman soft to himself, which made Tang qianrong narrow his eyes slightly, and he couldn't help but soften her eyes“ Please say. "

"If I say, I can help you earn 100 million, can you buy a mistress again?"