Sorry, I can't love you

With that man's temper, he won't answer her phone at all.

Xia Liang bit her teeth, sweating with pain. The sun hung high in the sky, shining on her slow steps.

In the car.

When Tang Mo was blowing air, he looked through the information in his hand, which read Juan Xiu's words, "interview task - Tang Mo's time.".

This is what Xia Liang just left in the car.

"Oh, is my story so complicated?" Tang Mo watched his experience written on paper from the time he went abroad to study until he became president of the Tang Group.

Turning to the next page, he frowned.

"Tang Mo gave up the opportunity to go abroad for further study and became the president of Tang Group..." next to it was a line of small words.

"Don't ask him too much. He doesn't like to be watched."

Tang Mo's expression was so complex that he couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry.

Xia Bingqing's daughter knows him so well? Or she is studying her every move for the purpose of hiding.

Pop.

Tang Mo closed the information and threw it aside.

My heart was suddenly bored. Why did Xia Liang's face linger in his mind... I just drove her off at the intersection. How did she go back to the city?

No, she is Xia Liang. She doesn't need him to worry about her life and death.

The picture in the depths of memory seemed to spread out at the bottom of his heart. Tang Mo tightly closed his eyes and forced himself not to think anymore.

Xia Liang spent nearly 20 minutes waiting for a taxi with passengers. She begged in every way. When the other party saw that she sprained her ankle, she agreed to carpool with her.

"Thank you!"

The cool shirt in summer has been soaked through. If she keeps drying it, she won't be able to hold it.

Before she had a chance to catch her breath, the landline phone of the newspaper called in.

The editor in chief asked, "what's the matter? There's nothing wrong with the interview? I tell you, Xia Liang, if anything goes wrong in this interview, you can pack your bags and go away. "

"... editor in chief, you can rest assured that the interview went well."

"Then why haven't you come back? Don't you know that this interview will appear in the newspaper tomorrow? Whether you are in the Pacific or the Mediterranean, go back to the company immediately! "

"OK, chief editor, I'll rush to the company now." Xia Liang is busy.

Looked at the time, but sighed, tonight is destined to work overtime.

When Xia Liang arrived at the company, her colleagues were in a hurry. The editor in chief told her several times with a frown that she must finish it today.

Colleagues threw sympathetic eyes at Xia Liang one after another.

"I don't know why all these troubles have fallen on you recently. But do a good job. Maybe you'll have the place to become a regular at the end of the year. "

"Cool summer, come on."

She smiled and waved to them, "go back quickly. It's time for a traffic jam."

Sit down in front of the computer, pass the idea in your mind, and recall the highlights of today's interview. Xia Liang propped up his shoulder, "let's start!"

At this moment, she was completely immersed in her own world without being disturbed by anyone or anything.

After she carefully checked the interview draft twice and sent it to the email of the editor in chief, the whole person looked like she had experienced a disaster and was reborn.

However, as soon as I looked up, the moon hung high in the night sky.

"Eleven o'clock?" Xia Liang helplessly looked at the security uncle walking through the corridor. Sorry, he picked up his bag and ran over, "I'm sorry to delay your work. I'll go now."

If the lights are not turned off in their office, the security guard must patrol once every ten minutes.

Walking out of the company gate, her clothes were blown by the night wind, and her ankles still hurt badly. She walked forward a few steps and was stopped by someone.

"Xiao Liangliang, you're working as a model behind my back. You're only off work now?"

Liang Junjun just finished drinking with his friends and wanted to walk around. Unexpectedly, he met Xia Liang.

Looking at him burping with wine, Xia Liang reached out and fanned the air at the tip of his nose, "how much did you drink?"

"That... Doesn't matter. It's you. I heard you interviewed Ye Lin today. How was it? Is he the same as the rumor... "

While holding Xia Liang, Liang Junjun asked her to talk about today's interview with Ye Lin, and insisted on sending Xia Liang home.

However, Xia Liang had no choice but to promise and briefly talk about today's affairs. Of course, she skimmed over the part about the Tang family's brothers and sisters, but she always thought of Tang Mo's hug, and her face turned red.

"Wow, why are you so red? Have you been conquered by Ye Lin's charm?" Liang Junjun looked at Xia Liang and joked.

Xia Liang quickly waved his hand, "I didn't!"

"Oh, Ye Lin helped you a lot this time. He even asked you to do this interview in front of the editor in chief. You said, "do you want to make a promise?"

Xia Liang knew that he had always been so open-minded and didn't answer. The night wind blew in her face. She suddenly felt sleepy and fell asleep against the door.

"Xia Liang, wake up and see if this is your home?"

Liang Junjun carried her half the time according to Xia Liang's address, and most of the wine strength disappeared. I was amazed when I saw the luxury manor villa in front of me.

Who would have thought that the little reporter of dawn media should live in such a mansion!

Xia Liang rubbed his eyes and found that Liang Junjun actually sent himself to the door of the Tang family, "this..."

She has never told anyone about her relationship with the Tang family. She always takes the car home carefully. Unexpectedly, Liang Junjun knows today.

However, he should not know that this is the Tang family.

Xia Liang was about to give a reason, when he saw Liang Junjun picking on the iron door of the villa and looking inside, "the villa of the Tang family is really big! No wonder when you refused to interview Tang Mo last time, you said, "are you..."

"No!"

No matter what he wants to say, Xia liangmeng shakes his head and denies it.

He pulled him aside. "I'm a distant relative of the Tang family. You saw it that day. Tang Mo didn't want to see me at all. It's so late. Go back quickly and I'll tell you when you have time."

Liang Junjun tilted his head suspiciously, "well, you can rest early. See you in the company."

Xia Liang nodded quickly. Seeing him leave, he was relieved. Just as he turned around, he was stunned.

Under the street lamp outside the villa, Tang Mo, wearing a black sportswear, leaned against the wall and stared at her coldly.

"When did you... Stand there!"

Her voice trembled and her legs were a little soft.

"Do you regard the Tang family as a capital to show off? How dare you bring a man back? "

Tang Mo's voice was very cold, with unspeakable magic, like a chain, wrapped around Xia Liang.

"I didn't."

She lowered her head and couldn't explain, "I came back late because ye Lin's interview draft went to the company to work overtime. I met Liang Junjun on the way. He was my colleague. I was afraid I was in danger and sent me back."

Xia Liang blinked. What she said was the truth.