Sickly Love: Master Ruan, fierce and aggressive!

There must be something wrong.

After regaining consciousness, song wanwei clearly realized this.

She looked up at Ruan Tingchen and put an end to the idea of someone pretending to be him.

She could not be more familiar with this man. Even if he had completely changed his face, she could recognize him in the crowd from his subtle expression and body language. The man in front of us must be the real Ruan Tingchen.

But why did he pretend he didn't know himself? Is there a hardship, or is it serious?

The only thing song wanwei can know is that she is a stranger in Ruan Tingchen's eyes.

Seeing that song wanwei didn't answer, Ruan Tingchen asked again, "do you need me to take you to the hospital? You don't look very good."

Song wanwei shook her head and felt a little vulnerable: "No."

Zeng Dong sighed and said, "go quickly and don't come again. Now there are enough things in our company, so don't make trouble again."

Song wanwei hung her eyes and her eyelashes trembled.

She heard Ruan Tingchen say to Zeng Dong, "Zeng Dong, it's not so serious. I'll just tell her."

"I'm sorry." song wanwei said suddenly, "I... I made a mistake, and I'll leave now." she didn't know what she had figured out and just wanted to leave here.

But although she looked very calm, her staggering steps had been exposed.

Ruan Tingchen frowned quietly, then caught up with song wanwei in two or three steps and said, "let me send you."

Song wanwei stopped, turned back and looked at Ruan Tingchen lightly: "no, aren't you very busy?"

"But there's still time to take you home," said Ruan Tingchen. "You don't look very good. After all, you're out of our company. I still hope you can get home safely."

Now it's song wanwei's turn to ask, "do you know where my family lives?"

Ruan Tingchen was stunned. He said with a calm eyebrow, "I don't know. You can tell me the address."

"Why should I tell you my address?" song wanwei replied with what Ruan Tingchen had just said to her, "this is my privacy."

Ruan Tingchen was blocked and speechless.

"Goodbye." song wanwei looked away and forced herself out of the office.

Standing in the stairwell, song wanwei finally couldn't help but sit on the stairs and shed tears.

It's not to say how sad it is, but when looking forward to seeing Ruan Tingchen and then seeing Ruan Tingchen, the contrast is too great in the face of his attitude of looking like a stranger. Anyone can't stand it.

Ruan Tingchen doesn't know himself anymore. It's a big joke.

If song wanwei dreamed of such a plot, she would feel ridiculous. But now, she actually encountered this kind of thing in reality.

After sitting for a while, a man came up downstairs. Song wanwei suddenly looked up and looked up at the man's line of sight.

This man is Zeng Dong's Secretary!

"Why are you here?" the Secretary's face was full of surprise.

Song wanwei immediately stood up, wiped her face clean, and then went to the secretary.

She seemed to seize the hope and stared at the Secretary: "did you call me just now and tell me that Tingchen is back?"

The Secretary opened his mouth, then shook his head and denied, "I didn't call you today."

"It's impossible. I recognize your voice!" song wanwei said immediately and went up to grab the Secretary's sleeve: "what's the matter? You told me he's back, but why doesn't he recognize me now? What happened to him in Mexico City?"

The little secretary was puzzled by this series of questions. He said in embarrassment, "I'm sorry, Miss Song. I'm just a secretary. How can I know these things? And Dong Zeng told me..." he looked at Song wanwei in embarrassment: "he said you're not president Ruan's wife. He said you..."

"Say I'm a liar?" song wanwei said what he didn't finish.

The Secretary nodded in embarrassment.

Song wanwei smiled and loosened the Secretary's sleeve.

"I see."

She almost lost her soul and left the Ruan group.

Compared with what Ruan Tingchen experienced in Mexico City, song wanwei now needs to plan what to do in the future.

Ruan Tingchen seems to have returned to more than ten years ago overnight. At that time, they had no relationship and no children, but the only constant is that he still had a successful career and controlled the whole Ruan group.

But song wanwei is different. If Ruan Tingchen dared to say she didn't know her ten years ago, she can turn around and leave. It doesn't matter anymore. But now she has concerns.

If Ruan Tingchen has always been like this, how will she explain to her two children?

Tell them the truth or lie?

Song wanwei doesn't want to lie. She knows that if she tells a lie, she has to use countless lies. She is tired enough and doesn't want to break her promise in front of her children.

But let her tell the children that Ruan Tingchen doesn't know them, and she can't do it.

Song wanwei drove into the garage, but didn't get off.

She sat in the driver's seat, listening to the soothing music pouring out of the stereo, but her mood was not clear.

She was wondering what to do.

About two hours later, song wanwei got out of the car.

Back home, the atmosphere was the same as usual. The two children were not in the living room. They should be in the upstairs room, and there was some news from the kitchen. It seemed that the aunt was cooking dinner.

"Aunt, I'm back." song wanwei went into the kitchen and talked to her aunt.

"Ah, you're back?" aunt saw song wanwei coming back, wiped her hands on her apron and asked with concern, "how's it going? Have you seen your husband?"

Song wanwei swallowed, a little nervous, and countless thoughts flashed in her mind for a moment.

But in the end, she lied: "No."

"Well... Didn't you say you got the news that Mr. has come back? Why didn't you see it?" my aunt was very confused.

"He's not in the company." song wanwei said, "although he's back, he should still be very busy. I don't know if I can see him. In short, I may have to wait."

Aunt nodded to express her regret.

"But no matter how busy you are, you should go home."

Hearing the speech, song wanwei was almost sad and burst into tears. But song wanwei held back in front of her aunt.

"I'll go later. What's for tonight?" she asked, pretending to be relaxed.

My aunt looked at the stove with some melancholy: "originally, I thought that as long as you went to the company to find your husband, your husband would go home for dinner tonight, so what you did was what your husband loved to eat."

Song wanwei's expression was a little frozen, but soon she smiled and said, "it doesn't matter. Tangtang and Junyan also like these things."