President, don't tease me

The final outcome of the farce was that Tang Guo did not appeal the deceased's brother. The two sides settled the storm with one million as compensation.

"Brother Han, let me go back to work in Tianyi company. I'm like a moth at home every day." Feng Qingyu is spoiled and doesn't want to be locked up at home every day.

"If you want to go out, go out, but you don't have to go back to the company." Beiming Han looked at Tang Guo who was eating breakfast silently opposite him. She was still that indifferent expression. Everything seemed to have nothing to do with her.

"I'm ready. I'll go to the company first." she got up with her bag and left.

Looking at Tang Guo's back, Feng Qingyu said silently, "brother Han, you like her, don't you? But are you sorry for my sister? It will be her death day in two days."

Beiming's cold move to get up paused for a moment, and finally said, "it has nothing to do with your sister. She and I are not lovers. Feng Qingxue is not your eternal shield, so convergence. My patience is limited."

Feng Qingyu looked at Beiming Han's back and threw all the dishes and chopsticks on the table to the ground: "Tang Guo! I'm not finished with you!"

Because Feng Qingyu doesn't go to work in the company, Beiming cold has no reason to drive Tang Guo to the company. Tang Guo takes the bus every day, which is a little hard, but she is happy. After all, she is in such a narrow space with him, and she is very uncomfortable all over.

It was a little overcast. Before long, a drizzle began to fall. Tang Guo, wearing a professional skirt suit, stood shivering under the station, stamped his high-heeled shoes and wrapped his tight clothes. Looking at the distance, he still didn't see the shadow of the bus.

"Alas..." Tang Guo looked at the watch on her wrist and was about to be late. Things have been really bad recently. If it goes on like this, she will consider opening a Buddha light to ensure safety.

The high-heeled shoes on her feet were stuck on the curb by her helplessly and bored. A burst of car whistle came to her. She looked up and saw that it was Ling Cheng. She said that she had not seen him for a long time since she sent the child to the kindergarten.

"Tang Guo? Get in the car, where are you going?" Ling Cheng saw her far away, rolled down the window and waved to her.

Tang Guo looked at the heavy rain outside and the bus that didn't come. As soon as she gritted her teeth, she opened the co pilot's door and sat on it. Her hair was still wet. She was a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, I soiled your car."

"Why are you polite to me? If the car is dirty, send it to wash. Wouldn't it be more serious if you catch a cold?" Ling Cheng smiled and had to admit that he was happy to see Tang Guo.

"Go to work? I'll take you there."

"Tianyi company, thank you! If it weren't for you, I would be late." Tang Guo was heartfelt thanks.

The car sped away in the rainstorm. What Tang Guo didn't see was a man with a black umbrella standing motionless in the rain.

"Tang Guo..." Bei Minghan muttered and laughed. It turned out that everything was his own passion. He was driving to Wuhu, but he found that it was raining heavily. Hesitantly, he drove back to pick her up. Unexpectedly, he let himself see such a "wonderful" scene.

He threw his umbrella and felt very ironic. The heavy rain hit him directly. The wind blew across his face like a knife, but he walked back as if he couldn't feel it.

"Tang Guo, I remember two days is your birthday? Do you want to go back with Tang Qiu and Tang Xin." Ling Cheng suggested.

"Ah?" Tang Guo was stunned. The time was so fast. She was one year old again. Indeed, the years were unforgiving. The figure of Feng Qingyu appeared in her mind. She was young and energetic. She was the same as her four years ago!

Beiming cold is the best age for a man. Tang Guo involuntarily looks at himself in the mirror and has a fear of aging.

"What are you looking at? I'm afraid I'm old?" Ling Cheng saw her careful thinking and couldn't help laughing. "Don't worry, you're still very young."

Tang Guoshan smiled: "forget it, there's no need to celebrate. Thank you for remembering. Just stop in front and I'll walk over."

"It's still raining outside." Ling Cheng frowned.

"Don't let my colleagues cause unnecessary misunderstandings! I can't afford to delay president Ling's great cause of looking for a girlfriend." Tang Guo joked and said goodbye to Ling Cheng.

Ling Cheng rolled up the window and looked at Tang Guo's back when he left. His slim posture made him unable to move his eyes. After having children, Tang Guo was more feminine. His gestures revealed the capital to attract men. Occasionally, with the true nature of the little girl, he wanted to give up.

At least Ling Cheng can't forget it. Although he also has many female companions, most of them are also to solve physiological needs. The real person - Tang Guo, I won't let go.

After a heavy rain, the sky was also blue, which dissipated a lot of haze in the city. The air smelled very good, mixed with the smell of fresh grass, but Beiming cold was ill, and it was very serious.

When Tang Guo got off work, he saw that Feng Qingyu was at a loss in the living room, and there was still a person lying on the sofa. Tang Guo didn't like Feng Qingyu. He changed his shoes and was about to go upstairs, but she stopped him: "Hey! Do you have a conscience? Brother Han is sick like this, and you ignore it?"

Tang Guo paused and returned. Sure enough, he saw Beiming Han lying on the sofa, panting and flushed. At a glance, he had a high fever.

"Why not take him to the hospital?"

"Brother Han, he won't go alive or dead!" Feng Qingyu was so anxious.

"Then let him go upstairs and rest in bed. He can't be here!"

"I can't lift..."

Tang Guo took a cold look at the wind and rain, and then picked up Beiming Han. The man who was nearly one meter nine was naturally very heavy, all the burden was on Tang Guo's left shoulder, but she was used to such a scene, but he was drunk before, and this time he was ill.

Tang Guo originally wanted to be angry and ignore him, but he hasn't made up his mind. After all, fever seems to be a minor disease. If it is serious, it will really confuse people.

"Hum... Hum..." Bei Minghan leaned against Tang Guo and hummed. He didn't know what he was talking about. Tang Guo finally moved him to his second bedroom and threw him on the bed. He was helping him take off his clothes. Feng Qingyu chirped at the door again: "why did you send brother han to your room? What do you want to do?"

Tang Guo said coldly, "otherwise you can take care of him? If you can't, shut up!"

In a word, Feng Qingyu shut up, and then quit the second bedroom