The CEO's Sweet Wife

Two weeks later, the birthday party.

Wang man went to Fang's house early in the morning with his dress, but Tang Xiaoge didn't know about the birthday party.

When entering the door, Fang moting and Mrs. Fang were sitting in the living room, one reading financial newspapers, the other doing some hand-made knitwear to pass the time, with a look of love and beauty.

Seeing Wang man come in, Fang moting's face is obviously not very friendly. He doesn't like this little girl. The last time he collided with him in the infirmary, I can still remember it.

"Mr. Fang, I'm here. How are you, Mrs. Fang..." Wang man said politely, with an unnatural expression.

For a moment, Fang Mo Ting slowly stood up, he picked up the shawl on the sofa to cover his wife, gently confessed a few words, then coldly looked at Wang man, "come with me!"

This is Wang man's voice just dropped, and the car just came in at the gate of Sifang group's hotel. Reporters swarmed up and surrounded Lu Jingshen and Lin Wenwen's ca