The CEO's Sweet Wife

At eight o'clock, Lin Wenzhuo appeared at the door of Tang Xiaoge's house. A few minutes after she rang the doorbell, the door slowly opened.

The room is very quiet. Tang Xiaoge is wearing a European Pearl White casual suit, solemn and energetic.

Lin Wenwen looked at his rare formality and seemed to have some incredible appearance, "haven't everyone arrived yet?"

Just then, Wang man suddenly came out of the room and ran, "elder sister, when you come, you'll be all here." Wang man giggles and wears a big rabbit ear hairband on his head.

"Just the three of us?" Lin Wenwen stares at her eyes and asks, the scene in her heart should be Tang Xiaoge's all kinds of friends and friends, music, champagne, little models, and drunken birthday party, which is in line with Tang Xiaoge's Playboy temperament.

But the simple layout of the house, pink balloons and golden birthday stickers, cakes, candles, pizzas, fried chicken, beer, looks more like Wang man's masterpiece.

"What's going on?" Lin Wenwen said, but he didn't forget to put his food into his mouth.

"Ask her!" Tang Xiaoge helplessly pointed to Wang man, a pair of irrelevant appearance.

Wang man ran to Lin Wenwen's side, took Lin Wenwen's arm in one hand, and grinned, "sister, it's my idea. You haven't come to the company recently. I heard that you fell from the upstairs accidentally before and just recuperated at home, so I specially held a party with Tang Tang to celebrate your recovery, hehe."

Lin Wenwen rolled his eyes. It turned out that Tang Xiaoge wanted to help her get everything done in Tianyin. That is to say, she was so stupid that she rolled down from the upstairs, and Lin Wenwen almost bled.

Tang Xiaoge slumped on the sofa, fiddling with his mobile phone in his hand. "Oh, it's none of my business. Don't mention me. I was forced to take a day off. I still want to sleep at home. If she doesn't keep bothering me, I won't agree. "

Tang Xiaoge deliberately shows a cold look. In fact, Lin Wenwen knows his intention from his call.

"Then why paste happy birthday?" Lin Wenwen pointed to the golden banner, "who's birthday today?"

Wang man is smiling, like a little girl, "it's like celebrating the rebirth of the three of us." Said also than a refueling gesture.

"Ha? The three of us? " Lin Wenwen looks at Wang man with an ignorant face.

"Yes, to celebrate that I can come to Tianyin as an intern to meet you, to celebrate that Tang Tang's contract has been settled smoothly, to celebrate that you survived your death... Bah bah, bah bah, it's a rebirth after the disaster, right, right, it should be..." Wang man's silly appearance and serious thinking.

"Well, well, I know. If I go on, I'm afraid I'll die in your mouth." Lin Wen waved his hand and sat down on the sofa.

At this time, the doorbell suddenly remembered that Lin Wenwen, who was drinking a drink, choked with fright.

Tang Xiaoge patted Lin Wenwen on the back, "Why are you so nervous?"

Wang man stood up and ran to the door, "I'll open the door!"

"It's so late. Who is it?" Tang Xiaoge pulled a piece of pizza and muttered in a low voice.

Lin Wenwen thought of the matter of Fang Mo Pavilion in the afternoon, and his heart beat a few beats faster.

"Tang Tang." Before Tang Xiaoge looked up, Fang moting had already stood in front of him, and there was a woman behind him.

The woman looks dignified and generous, with her carefully combed bun on the back of her head and a lavender knitted suit. She looks gentle and generous.

But Lin Wenwen judged from her wandering eyes that she was Tang Xiaoge's mother.

Tang Xiaoge's hand holding the pizza was stiff in the air. When he saw his mother, he trembled obviously. "How did you come?"

"Your mother and I are here to celebrate your birthday. This is a gift for you." Fang Mo Ting said with a smile, and put a small box of exquisite black velvet on the table.

When Tang Xiaoge's eyes fell on Lin Wenwen, it was a kind of deep disappointment. Lin Wenwen had a premonition that tonight must be a failed meeting.

In fact, this premonition has been vaguely born when Lin Wenwen knows that today is not Tang Xiaoge's birthday.

I wanted to take advantage of the good opportunity of birthday to play a game of mother and son to clear up the past, but it turned out to be counterproductive.

Lin Wenwen bowed his head and did not dare to watch Tang Xiaoge.

"No need for your kindness. I don't need it. Please leave." Tang Xiaoge looks serious, and Wang man doesn't dare to make a sound."Tang Tang, do you know that your mother's condition is getting worse recently, and there are more and more things she doesn't remember." Fang moting took off the posture of a business tycoon. His deep voice sounded tired.

This is probably in the face of their loved ones, that powerless, over time generated vulnerability.

"Oh, she just remembers you." Tang Xiaoge smiles bitterly.

"It was my fault at that time. Why do you blame your mother? I blame her for that. How can you forgive me? How can I accept your mother? " Fang Mo Ting roared, his back shaking.

So he completely did not have the usual calm and elegant man image, his fatigue and struggle all appeared on his face, and then there was a deep sigh.

Tang Xiaoge looks at Fang moting, he smiles, that kind of smile does not take the slightest temperature, indifferent and cold, "it's not that I don't accept her, it's that she doesn't accept me, now it's her who forgets me, and it's not me."

Tang Xiaoge's mood is more and more excited, he angrily pointed to Fang Mo Pavilion, "you don't go, right? OK, I'll go."

The voice falls, Tang Xiaoge slams the door and leaves.

Tang Xiaoge's mother stood in the same place a little scared, her face with unnatural white, "who is he, how so impolite, I'm so afraid of Lao Fang, take me home quickly."

Listen to her tone, like a frightened child.

"OK, I'll take you home now. Let's go home and do the puzzle and eat the cake, OK?" Fang moting holds Tang Xiaoge's mother in his arms. He looks very carefree.

Tang Xiaoge's mother nodded her head hard. It seems that she can't remember anyone except Fang moting.

It is said that life is a samsara. From the moment you are born, you don't know anything, until you are dying, you forget everything. It's just a process of starting from a point, circling and returning to the starting point.

Fang moting is worried that if one day Tang Xiaoge's mother even forgets herself, does the only memory that remains symbolize the end of life.

He didn't know and didn't dare to think.

No matter how rich and powerful he is, he is most scared when he is helpless in the face of life, aging and illness.

Fang moting just nodded to Lin Wenwen and left with Tang Xiaoge's mother.

"Here you are!" Lin Wenwen pointed to the food on the table and the fancy arrangement of the house, and then quickly went out.

Lin Wenwen called Tang Xiaoge for countless times, but he pressed them off. When the seventh call was broadcast, Tang Xiaoge's mobile phone was turned off.

Lin Wenwen felt that it was always his own business, and a sense of remorse surged into his heart. At the same time, he was worried about whether something would happen to Tang Xiaoge.

She went to the beach where they had drunk together before. She also went to the bars and nightclubs that Tang Xiaoge used to patronize before. Lin Wenwen searched all the cafes and parks near his home, but Tang Xiaoge still disappeared.

Finally, Lin Wenwen suddenly thought of the place, so he immediately stopped the car and went to the old city of Yuncheng.

Finally, after walking through several alleys and some wronged roads, she saw Tang Xiaoge sitting on the tire swing in the small square. There were a lot of cigarette butts scattered on the ground, and a few empty beer cans.

Lin Wenwen walked over and sat on the swing next to her. This time, she was very careful. Tang Xiaoge was as if she didn't see her. Her eyes were always fixed on the front and kept smoking.

"I'm sorry." Lin Wenwen spoke slowly.

Tang Xiaoge smiles and looks angry.

Lin Wenwen's eyebrows were tightly wrinkled together, like a ball of waste paper that was gathered up by people, "sorry, I'm self righteous. I shouldn't have kept it from you."

Tang Xiaoge never spoke. Lin Wenwen looked at his dispirited appearance and felt more guilty. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I didn't expect this... In a word, it's all my fault."

In addition to apologizing again and again, Lin Wenwen was really poor in her words. At this time, any words seemed so weak.

She obviously felt that every word she said was like a knife in Tang Xiaoge's heart.

"I don't blame you." Tang Xiaoge's voice, if there is, seems to be nothing, like the loss of voice after hoarseness, but also with a serrated ending.

"I just blame myself, I just don't have the courage to face my mother, I..." Tang Xiaoge's face is pale, reflecting the weak street lamp, looks like a few years old.

He said, voice almost no longer issued, was stuck in the throat of the grief mercilessly engulfed. His lips were bleeding. Even so, the surge of tears was still unstoppable.Lin Wenwen looked at him and put his hand on his shoulder. His shaking became more obvious. The burning tears make Tang Xiaoge's eyes red.

At this moment, Lin Wenwen determined that all the appearances of Tang Xiaoge were fake, just to help him prop up his fragile soul.

He's afraid of being abandoned, so he doesn't dare to love someone with all his heart.

His cynicism became his umbrella and made him feel very safe.

Lin Wenwen said nothing. She stood up and rubbed his broken hair like a helpless child.

"Ice cream?" Lin Wenwen said, smiling sweetly at him