The mystery husband is a little bad

Anlan bows slightly, modest and polite: "please."

The housekeeper replied, "you're welcome. Just a moment." After ordering the servant to watch tea again, he entered the bamboo garden.

The old man's habit of playing Taiji is smooth and rainy, and one dozen must be finished. Tan yaoyang looks at the time, and says to an LAN, "sit down, the old man needs at least 15 minutes."

Anlan looked at him a little surprised: "I didn't expect you to be so clear about the old man's habits."

Tan yaoyang's slender body is facing the top of the stone bench, and his lips are slightly smiling: "I know your business very well."

"What's the matter with me?"

"For example, what you're here for today." Tan yaoyang has always been a great success if he doesn't sing, or if he doesn't speak, he will tell the truth.

Anlan's fingers are tight. She feels nervous when she thinks of the things in the bag. But soon, she forces herself to calm down: "yes, you are right. I came to find the old man today. It's really something else. At the beginning, things happened here. I think it's best to have a beginning and an end so that we can get together and get together. Then it's best to end here 。”

"A good one has a good beginning and a good end." Tan yaoyang said coldly, with a deep sarcasm in his low voice, "you didn't break the means and tried your best to marry me. I did what you wanted, but now you have to use a good sentence to get together and disperse me."

Anlan Weilin steps back unconsciously, his eyes are lax, and he listens to tan yaoyang's sarcastic opening: "since it's never a good beginning, then don't think of a good end!"

Anlan has been burned by the five internal organs, her lips wriggle, but she can't speak.

Tan Yaoyang drank in a leisurely manner, and the tea was sent by his servant. The deep eyes were in the sunlight, but the cold light was shining. "So you had better not put this thing on the front of the old man's face. When you didn't ask my opinion, now, this matter has the final say of me!"

At that time, he was the same as the present Tan Jingyuan. Even though the genius of Tianzong was outstanding, it was impossible to turn the tide on his own, so he could only accept it if he didn't want to.

Over the years, his marriage with Anlan has been controversial indeed. In this marriage, she is also scarred and exhausted physically and mentally.

Perhaps let go, for two people, should be the best choice.

But now, he doesn't want to let it go!

Even a little, he would not let this woman go!

He thought that for more than a month, he could use his own practical actions to influence this woman. At least she could understand his intentions. As a result, she still wanted to escape him and send him away with a word of bullshit.

He doesn't accept it!

If she doesn't want to, tie her up!

Anlan is aware of the flames burning in his eyes, but her heart is frozen inch by inch: "for the rest of our lives, will we continue to torture each other like this?"

Torture? "Do you think we are torturing each other this month?" Tan yaoyang's long fingers tightly hold the bone china teacup, and the blue tendons on the back of his hands are obvious.

Anlan's heart is pathetic. She is not hard hearted. Of course, she feels that this month is not torture each other, but because it's too beautiful, she can't believe it. She's afraid it's a gentle trap. She can't climb up even if she steps in it.

She finally made up her mind. If she can't find herself this time, she will never be able to be herself again in her life.

In this marriage, she lived for Tan yaoyang and Tan Jingyuan, but for the rest of her life, she wanted to live for herself once.

But don't want, just hope.

Looking at his angry eyes, Anlan's shoulders collapsed inch by inch, and his pale face was full of disappointment.

Tan yaoyang looked at her face. The bone china teacup on her hand suddenly broke - it was crushed by him -

the tea was sprinkled on the ground. The most important thing was that his hand was scratched by sharp pieces, and the blood flowed immediately.

When Anlan's hands were loosened, the bag fell to the ground. Her face was pale, but there was no blood. She stepped forward quickly, trying to hold his wound, but she couldn't help it. Suddenly, she said, "Why are you so careless? It doesn't hurt."

Looking at her tense face, Tan yaoyang's icy expression finally eased a little.

At this time, the housekeeper and old man Tan also came out of the bamboo garden. When the housekeeper saw Tan yaoyang's hand, he was stunned and immediately called out, "come, please call for the doctor!"

Anlan can't help it, so she has to press his wound with her own hand, but there is still blood flowing out of her fingers. For such a small cup, he even scratched it so deep.

The bamboo garden is in a mess.

Only Mr. Tan, who was calm and detached, looked at his son and daughter-in-law, and then said quietly, "first you are busy, I'll take a bath."

“……”

It's half an hour since everything is quiet.The old man's personal doctor bandaged Tan yaoyang's wound. Anlan stood aside worried all the time. When the doctor finished bandaging, he asked the doctor, "doctor, his hand doesn't matter."

Just as the doctor wanted to speak, he suddenly heard Tan yaoyang coughing over there. He looked up and saw that Tan yaoyang's dark eyes flashed with black clouds. At one glance, the doctor was not sure whether Tan yaoyang meant to be serious or light.

Seeing that he was silent, Anlan hurried: "doctor, why don't you talk? Is it serious?"

The doctor felt the weight of Tan yaoyang's sight on him, as if he suddenly realized something, nodded: "yes, Mr. Tan's wound looked small, but it was very deep."

This is also true. Seeing that the line of sight fell on him was not as sharp as before, the doctor took a sigh of relief and knew that his flattery was not wrong, so he told Tan yaoyang's injury again.

"It's so serious." When I heard Anlan, I was so frightened that my body was shaking.

"Cough." Tan yaoyang looks at Anlan's shaky figure, and immediately coughs again with a twist of his brow and heart.

When the doctor heard this, his back tightened and he immediately stopped saying, "but don't worry, Mrs. tan. As long as the wound doesn't touch water, take good care of it, change the medicine on time every day, and it will be cured in a period of time."

"OK, I see. Thank you, doctor." Anlan thanks, looking at Tan yaoyang's eyes full of guilt.

Because her words annoyed him, they hurt him.

Her eyes like this make Tan yaoyang very useful.

The housekeeper standing on one side lowered his head quietly, while the doctor stood up and shook her head with the medicine box arranged. Mrs. Tan's mind was too simple, so she had been killed by Tan yaoyang.

Unfortunately, others speak little and can only be subject to the oppression of power.

He nodded at Tan yaoyang and left with the medicine chest.

The housekeeper raised his head, and resumed his solemn and solemn appearance: "young master, madam, the master is waiting for you inside, please move to the living room."

An LAN nods and takes the initiative to ask Tan yaoyang, "can you go, do you want me to serve you?"

Housekeeper: young lady, young master just hurt his hand

However, Tan yaoyang glanced at the housekeeper coldly, and the housekeeper immediately bowed his head and fled. Later, Tan yaoyang hands his injured hand to Anlan and asks Anlan to help him walk towards the living room.

All the way, Anlan is careful, and dare not talk about the topic before.

In the living room.

Mr. Tan has taken a bath, changed his clean clothes and sat there making tea.

It's quite immortal.

As soon as an LAN came in, she bowed her head and said, "Dad."

But Tan yaoyang didn't say a word. The languid and lazy appearance had no meaning to say anything.

An LAN pulled his sleeve and signaled that he would call someone soon.