The mystery husband is a little bad

Mrs. Cheng is kind-hearted and hospitable, and Anlan can't refuse, but when she saw Tan yaoyang's all-around manner, she hesitated for a moment: "Molin, this is -"

without the introduction of Cheng Molin and Anlan, Tan yaoyang has already reported to her family: "I'm Anlan's husband, my husband. Thank you for your love of my wife."

"Oh, you are Anlan's ex husband." Mrs. Cheng listened to tan yaoyang's words, but she didn't care about him. On the contrary, she seemed to take a sigh of relief and ignored him. She was still happy to take Anlan into the room.

Tan yaoyang was stunned, my ex husband?

What does the old lady mean? Don't you understand what he means? Even said he was an LAN's ex husband?

Seeing that Tan yaoyang's face is black, Cheng Molin is in a happy mood. He claps Tan yaoyang on the shoulder and says, "my old lady likes Anlan very much. I hope Tan doesn't mind."

"Well, I don't think the old lady likes it." Now Anlan has gone in. There are only two of them here. Naturally, Tan yaoyang is not polite and aggressive. His eyes are full of coldness.

Seeing this, Cheng did not fear or shrink back. He did not say to tan yaoyang that his body was still slightly close to him. They were of the same height. Standing together, they were equally matched and did not give way to each other. At the same time, Cheng admitted generously: "yes, not only the old lady is happy, but I also like her very much. One meeting at a time will pour her out. "

"Mr. Cheng really opened my eyes to coveting a married woman." Tan yaoyang's long eyes narrowed dangerously, killing Qi.

Cheng Molin smiled: "I've already found someone to investigate. You've agreed to divorce, but you haven't signed. You've been holding on to signing. Besides, even if she hasn't divorced you, I have the right to pursue her, haven't I?"

"Mr. Cheng's face really opened my eyes."

"It's easy to say." Cheng Molin Quan thought this was a compliment to him, "my fair lady, you are a gentleman. Mr. Tan, please."

Compared with Cheng Molin, Tan yaoyang's face is not good-looking.

After all, no man can tolerate someone coveting his wife. What's more, they haven't divorced yet, and their opponents are so strong that they can't be underestimated.

Before that, Tan yaoyang would not be concerned about it, but in the current situation, internal and external troubles are really a bit tricky.

In particular, Anlan's attitude made him feel a stab in the heart. Looking at Cheng Molin, he became a thorn in the eye. He was eager to pull it out.

But soon, Tan yaoyang adjusted his mind and entered the restaurant with Cheng Molin.

The old lady is transparent and polite to him. Her manners and manners are all thoughtful, but this kind of thoughtfulness is totally different from that of Anlan.

To tan yaoyang, that's superficial politeness. To Anlan, that's sincere love.

But Tan yaoyang has already gone through a thousand sails, how can he care about these things.

His timely performance is also quite appropriate, and does not give people any unhappiness or mistakes.

Even the old lady had to look up with a new look.

It seems that Anlan, the future daughter-in-law, has no hope.

But the old lady just wanted to think about it in her heart. In action, she was more caring and protective for her.

Before leaving, the old lady also made an appointment with Anlan about the next time she would come to Cheng's house for dinner. She held Anlan's hand all the way and wished she could live here.

Tan yaoyang's face, which was not easy to maintain, changed again and again. Finally, he took Anlan's hand from the old lady's, and politely left.

"I'll let the driver see you off." Cheng Molin said.

"No, my driver is already waiting at the door. The old lady, Mr. Cheng, let's leave first."

"OK, Anlan, come to play next time."

"I see. Go back."

When they left, the old lady leaned on her crutches and shook her head at one side of the battle: "it's hard."

Cheng Molin smiled: "if you really like it, it's OK to be a dry daughter."

"Ah, that's a good idea. I'll ask Anlan later."

Cheng murin smiled and nodded, "OK, let me help you in first."

After Tan yaoyang came out of Cheng's house together, Anlan shook off his hand, stood in situ and frowned, gathered her hair: "it's early today, or let's go through the formalities."

Tan yaoyang was in a bad mood. Now, his face is completely dark: "why, now I have found the next shelf, I can't wait to climb it."

It's hard to avoid being mean when people are angry. Tan yaoyang has endured for such a long time, and Anlan is ungrateful. He thinks about divorce all the time, so he speaks a little more bitterly.

Anlan holds the bag tightly, his heart seems to be stung severely by the needle behind the hornet's tail. Looking at Tan yaoyang's eyes, he also takes some coldness and ridicule: "yes, good birds choose trees to live in. Since they have found a better tree, they naturally want to seize the opportunity."The fierce Tan yaoyang army, angry his deep eyes are in the fire.

Anlan is not afraid, does not flinch and he looks at each other, Zhong lingyuxiu's eyes are also beating with a flexible flame, and no one will admit defeat.

"Go or not." Anlan urges again.

Tan yaoyang only has two words: "never think!"

Then he went to his car.

Anlan stood in the same place on high-heeled shoes. He hated stamping his feet, but he didn't mean to catch up. He turned around and took care of himself.

Tan yaoyang waited for a while, but did not see Anlan following her. Looking back, he found that she had gone far away, and the shade on her face was even worse.

The driver stood aside, afraid to speak.

"Drive!" Ordered by Tan yaoyang.

"Yes!"

Anlan's walking speed is two legs after all. With high-heeled shoes, it's a slope to go down. It's a little hard to walk. Tan yaoyang's car is just a moment, and it's just driven to her side.

Despite his dark face, Tan yaoyang lowered half of the window and looked ahead, revealing half of his cold side face: "get on the bus."

Anlan didn't even look at him. He didn't seem to hear him. He was carrying a bag and walked forward with his head up and chest up.

Tan yaoyang looked sideways at her slender figure and her intentionally straight back. He sneered and told the driver, "go!"

"Have you waited for Madame?"

Tan yaoyang's eyes were cold. "Whose salary did you get?"

In a word, the driver was silent. I dare not say anything more. Then a foot of gas, the car suddenly out of the distance.

Anlan's delicate figure was immediately lost behind.

As a result, the driver got Tan yaoyang's angry voice: "who let you drive so fast!"

“……” The driver stepped on the brake again in a hurry, but he stepped too fast and didn't have any preparation. Tan yaoyang's body leans forward fiercely, and his face suddenly turns black as the bottom of the pot. "Don't you want to do it?"

When the driver heard this, he wanted to cry without tears: "no, Mr. Tan, I'm sorry, I'm wrong."

He just didn't know whether to speed up or slow down. In this hurry, he was in a mess: "I'm sorry, Mr. Tan, please give me another chance."

The car just stopped on the side of the road.

Tan yaoyang sat calmly in the car and looked in the rearview mirror, but the road behind was empty and there was no figure coming.

Two accelerator a step, enough to jilt the shadow of Anlan can't see, his face is gloomy, also don't know who's angry.

And an LAN, who was walking behind, couldn't see Tan yaoyang's car when he looked up.

First a sneer, followed by a look at their feet, and a wry smile.

I knew that I would wear a pair of flat shoes, but I would not be so embarrassed.

She has some helpless left and right looked, on the road a car does not have, wants to take a hitchhiker not to be able.

Because it's the downhill road, the feet keep pushing forward, the front is pointed head, the space is not big, the five toes are crowded together, and every step feels the pain.

Anlan's face is bitter, and she regrets her anger with Tan yaoyang. Even if she gets angry again, she should take a taxi to the place where she can take a taxi.

It would be a shame to call Cheng Molin now.

Ah -

finally, Anlan can't walk. She just saw a big stone beside her. She simply walked there, no matter whether it was dirty or not. She leaned on it directly, and then carefully took off her shoes. When she saw several toes in front, especially the big toes were bloodshot and swollen, she could not help grinning. No wonder it hurt so much.

She took out her mobile phone, only to find that it was powered off automatically.

It's true that the house leaks every night. I can't find anyone now.

Some helplessly put away the mobile phone, she decided to continue to wait and see if she could stop a ride.

Leaning on the stone and waiting for drowsiness, she suddenly heard the engine of the car. She suddenly opened her eyes and found a black car parked in front of her.

A man with a black face got off the bus. Who else is tan yaoyang.

As soon as Tan yaoyang got out of the car, he saw an LAN leaning on the stone with tired face, high-heeled shoes on one side, and two bare white feet stepping on the grass beside the road.

There was also a faint trace of blood on the toes.

"Why are you back." Anlan is still a little confused. She looks at the man who is close to her like a black faced Shura. She can't help swallowing her saliva.

Tan yaoyang stood in front of her, his face was cold, his eyes were cold, and his voice was even more sinister: "are you a fool?"

“……” Originally, she was touched by one of the lost ones, and was hit in pieces. She immediately took up a strong defense mask and countered, "go away!"

Come back to scold her for being stupid? It's better not to come back.

An LAN turns her head, looks up slightly with her elegant face, with her unique pride and dignity.Tan yaoyang forbear and forbear, but did not stretch out a hand to break her slender beautiful neck. Instead, he pulled her hand and pulled her from the stone. His action was rude and his tone was outrageous: "get on the bus!"