President, don't tease me

"Tang Guo really left?" he Zhizhang sat in the president's office of Wuhu, crossing his legs and drinking freshly brewed spring tea.

"Otherwise, I'm with you these days." Bei Minghan buried his head in the document in his hand.

These days, he has been paralyzing himself with his work, and he has never gone home, because as soon as he steps into the bedroom, he can smell the aroma of Tang Guo. The smell is so familiar that he is trapped in memories and can't extricate himself, so he simply lists the place as one of his forbidden areas.

It doesn't matter. It's just that the employees in Wuhu work overtime for a week in a row, because their president is so desperate that they connect one case to another and don't give people any chance to breathe.

"According to your working method, I guess you will catch up with the richest man in the world next year?" he Zhizhang said as if congratulating, but in fact it was full of ridicule.

"Are you not busy recently, or are you itchy?" Beiming Han looked up with a cold look in his eyes, which made he Zhizhang tremble.

"What can I do? If I quit the entertainment industry, I'm just a homeless person." he Zhizhang enjoys his life now. As long as Lin Anxin is with him, he feels very satisfied.

"Ah..." Bei Minghan hated his show of love: "go out without anything. Don't disturb my work."

In spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons are constantly reincarnating, and the time overlaps and repeats. It seems that the story has come to an end, and the fate of the two people has come to an end. But the gears of fate are still constantly intersecting, and one day we will meet again

"Mommy, the puzzle you bought me is not fun at all. I've finished it long ago!" a handsome little boy ran towards Tang Guo who was working in front of the computer and shouted.

"Tang Qiu, didn't you tell you not to make noise? My sister is still sleeping?" Tang Guo's eyes are fixed on the computer screen. She is working overtime.

"Sister is a lazy pig!"

"Er..." Tang Guo felt powerless and couldn't refute it. After all, Tang Xin seemed to really love sleeping. She even thought there was something wrong with the child and took him to the hospital for a comprehensive examination. But the doctor told him that Tang Xin had no problem from head to toe. He just loved sleeping. Maybe he would get better when he grew up.

And her son gave her a terrible headache and high IQ. She wanted him to stay quiet for a while. She just bought him thousands of puzzles and let him play by himself. Unexpectedly, it was all completed in less than three hours!

Tang Guo looked at the sleeping Tang Xin and his Tang ball, and his face was filled with a smiling expression.

For four years, all her memories have been sealed. She spent all her thoughts on her two children and how to support her family. It was the choice she didn't regret in her life to give birth to these two lovely little angels at the risk of bleeding.

However, it is not easy to pay for the living expenses and education expenses of two children abroad alone.

And I don't seem to like Chinese people here. Many of the positions applied for will not be employed because she is yellow or because of the disability of her right hand.

Tang Guo can only rely on his only design skills to help some students in the Academy of fine arts do their vacation homework or go out to do some odd jobs to earn living expenses.

Seeing that the children are about to go to school, she can't even afford one's tuition. This is the most troublesome problem for herself. But even so, Tang Guo is happy. After all, the happiness and achievement brought by the two children can't be measured by money.

"Mom, why don't you pay attention to me?"

"Tang Qiu, will you go and read the meeting book yourself?"

"But I've finished reading the book..."

Tang Guo stroked his forehead again: "go and see if your sister wakes up and get her some milk to drink?"

Mentioning his sister, Tang Qiucai left bouncing. Now Tang Guo can put all his mind on making money.

When she was thinking about how to design the next step, her idea was interrupted by a telephone bell. After looking at the caller ID, she was actually far away from Lingcheng on the other side of the ocean. She had only contacted him for so many years.

"Ling Cheng, what's the matter?"

"Tang Guo, it's your master. Nalan Qingrong is dying. She has been sending messages to you in China. I hope you can finally go back and see her."

All her thoughts were frozen at that moment: "my master... She's going to die?" she still had some doubts. After all, her ugly and relaxed body has always been very good. Why did she suddenly

"Yes, the doctor said it was a sudden myocardial infarction, so..." next, Ling Cheng couldn't say any more.

"I'll think about it again!" candy hung up the phone.

Suddenly, it seems that all the previous orders have been disrupted. Nalanqing is her only teacher. She tried her best to help herself in the most difficult time. Now, she wants to drive the crane West, but she doesn't even look at her. What's the difference between those treacherous villains?

But when he turned to Tang Qiu and Tang Xin, he hesitated. When he returned home, he had a great chance to meet Beiming cold. What would he think of himself? If he finds out the existence of these two children, he will not have a good life:

One side is their own fear, the other side is their own master's guilt, as if two villains were fighting in their hearts.

"Mommy, why do you look so sad?" Tang Qiu ran over again.

Tang Guo squatted down, holding her small face in his body, and asked seriously, "do you want to return home?"

"Return home?" Tang Qiu said silently, "where is our country?"

Because he has been in Britain since he was born, and the people he contacts are all white people with yellow hair, he doesn't have a deep understanding of the concept of China.

"People in our country speak the same language and have the same skin color as us. That's where my mother was born." Tang Guo tried to explain the word to Tang Qiu.

"Then I really want to go back. In this way, feidil doesn't have to laugh at me every day because I don't have a father."

The feidil in Tang Qiu's mouth is a neighbor's child.

"Is dad there?" Tang Qiu asked again.

"Dad..." Tang Guo wanted to stop talking. He also knew that in the past four years, because there was no father, the two children had suffered many cold eyes and sarcasm from their peers. He could never make up for his father's love for them. No matter how much efforts she made as a mother, she could not replace her father's sacred position in their hearts

Occasionally, Ling Cheng will bring some toys and snacks to see them, but because the distance is too far and the number of visits is limited, the two children have little impression of him, especially Tang Xin, who is only interested in the snacks and toys he brings every time