Wife contract has expired: want to remarry, no way!

Tang Wanliang is lowering his head and doesn't know how to face this scene.

"Mr. Han, why not introduce it?" The stunned man on the table finally came out of his surprise and began to be asked.

"My wife." Han Jingchu's voice was thick and calm. When he finished, he glanced at the people around him with a smile.

Although the two have been married for nearly a year, it is still unknown to the outside world that the president of Korea University, who was once photographed staying in a hotel with a young model, or reported dating with a little star, actually has a Mrs. Han.

This said, Tang Wanliang naturally became the enemy of all the ladies. Uneasy, a thin layer of sweat exuded from her smooth forehead.

Han Jingchu looked at the bewildered woman with a look at the play, got up and raised his glass.

"This is my wife. Please take good care of her." Han Jingchu looked around and said.

"President Han really deserves to be president Han. He marries faster than others. I respect your wife!"

……

People who are good at guessing people's hearts can see that the superior president loves Mrs. Han and does not miss any opportunity to flatter Tang Wanliang.

Tang Wanliang blushed under her exquisite makeup, lowered her head, timidly held the wine glass in both hands and drank it in one gulp.

The dinner, obviously, was for men to swear their sovereignty in front of everyone. However, Tang Wanliang's sense of security gradually spread.

Did Han Jingchu give her her due status? Can she really be a "Mrs. Han" who can stand in the sun without hiding?

Thinking so, Tang Wanliang felt very steadfast and happy in his heart.

Even if she was upset and Xiu reddened her cheeks, in public, she could be Mrs. Han she was thinking about. Tang Wanliang smiled knowingly.

The news of President Han Da is always a hot headline. This time, of course, is no exception.

The news of "President Han's attending the dinner with his wife" swept major websites and newspaper headlines like a storm.

On the other side of the Pacific Ocean, Su Weian was eating lunch restlessly. On the iPad, she prominently pushed "President Han's wife appeared at the dinner".

With her pupils dilated, Su Weian immediately clicked open and read the full text strangely.

In the photo, Tang Wan, with a cool face and a smile, holds hands with Han Jingchu, with an ambiguous and intimate expression.

"Ah!" A long scream, anger burning in suvivian's heart.

She can call Han Jingchu.

In the black Bentley, Han Jingchu's phone rang.

The man just glanced at the name "suvivian" on the car monitor and stopped doing anything.

"Don't you answer? It's your Ann's phone... "Tang Wanliang never thought of Han Jingchu's reaction. He added bitterly," you can think I don't exist. "

"Ka -" the man slammed the brake to the end and grabbed Tang Wan's cool and weak wrist. "I said, you're my wife. I don't want to repeat it again."

He said angrily, then shook off her hand and stepped on the accelerator again.

Back to Hanyuan, aunt Fang hurried out to report: "young master, Miss Su called and said that her condition was getting worse."

Han Jingchu was shocked when he heard this. He took out his mobile phone and dialed back for the missed call.

"Brother Jingchu, you finally answered my phone... My leg began to hurt again..." Su Weian's coquettish voice came.

Han Jingchu's face became tense when he heard Su Weian mention her leg.

"Ann, you are good. Tell me the situation in detail and I will give you the best treatment." Han Jingchu comforted.

Tang Wanliang could no longer listen to these conversations. Her heart was just so warm that she was suddenly pushed off the cliff and fell to the ground.

The woman lowered her head silently, lifted her skirt and went upstairs silently.

Han Jingchu followed the sad figure upstairs. He couldn't bear it. He just wanted to quickly get rid of the woman at the end of the microphone and hang up the phone.

"Brother Jingchu, I'm so scared. I'm afraid I can't walk anymore."

"Don't be afraid. The doctor will cure you. Don't worry. Don't think about it."

"But my legs really hurt. If I can't stand up in the future, how can I marry brother Jingchu and have children for brother Jingchu?"

Han Jingchu felt guilty, but he didn't know when to start. This guilt was no longer because of his feelings for Su Weian.

But... Feelings for Tang Wanliang.

If Su Weian can't be cured one day, there will be a huge gap between him and Tang Wanliang. This gap, such as a huge Canyon, can't be crossed.

Su Weian guessed that Han Jingchu had moved, and then added, "brother Jingchu, I really hate Tang Wanliang. It's because of her that my legs become like this."

"But I am very grateful to her. She can take care of brother Jingchu instead of me." Su Weian added that he seemed to be retreating.

"Well, don't think about it. Listen to the doctor and cooperate with the treatment." Han Jingchu hung up the phone and went upstairs.

"Doodle doodle..." Su Weian listened to the busy voice on the phone, angrily pushed the things on the table to the ground, and scolded fiercely: "Tang Wanliang, you bitch! I want you to die! "

Tang Wanzhen could not remember how many times it was. Her heart was like a plaything. It was suddenly played with and thrown into the sky. In a moment, it fell down quickly and hit the ground hard.

Is God punishing her? Should she not covet the feelings that don't belong to her?

Han Jingchu hung up the phone and was a little anxious. He didn't know what the little woman would think about, and walked up the stairs with heavy steps.

However, Ann's leg injury was caused by her. Whether it was intentional or not, it had something to do with her.

Han Jingchu just thought of Su Wei'an's leg, which may have been accidentally injured by Tang Wanzhen, but he never thought that Su Wei'an fell down the stairs on purpose.

At this time, Tang Wanzhen squatted beside the bed with a shattered heart, staring at the ground, laughing at her ignorance and overestimation.

When he came to the door of the second bedroom, the door was closed. Han Jingchu raised his hand and just wanted to knock on the door, but stopped again. He put his hand back into his trouser pocket and returned to the master bedroom.

Originally, the two people's feelings had gradually warmed up, and even had a little more taste of lovers. However, due to a phone call from Su Weian, the two people called back to their original form, returned to their world and forgot each other in the Jianghu.

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The next morning, Tang Wanzhen packed herself, folded the clothes sent by her assistant yesterday, put them into the closet, put on her ordinary sportswear and went downstairs.

Han Jingchu is already sitting at the table.

"Good morning..." Tang Wanlu said tentatively in a weak voice.

Then he grabbed his backpack, stuffed his headphones, and quickly strode to the gate.

"Stop." Han Jingchu looked at the financial magazine and said without raising his head, "go after eating."

"I made an appointment for the interview, so I won't eat. I'll be late." Tang Wanzhen declined.

In fact, she was afraid to face the cold and hot face that could mobilize all her emotions.

"I don't want to say it again." Han Jingchu's cold voice seemed to be a warning in itself, plus the content of this sentence

She dared not listen to Tang WanChen's ten courage.

"Ding -" is Tang Wanzhen's phone ringing.

Grandpa Tang's low voice came from the microphone, "Wan Liang, the business of our Tang family has been cut off, and nine out of ten of our customers have been robbed by Han's company..."

Grandpa Tang choked, "I know that grandpa was sorry for marrying you out with $50 million, but grandpa really didn't want to ruin his life. Your brother doesn't know how to operate, which has made it difficult for the Tang family. Coupled with such a business war... Wan Liang, can you ask..."

"Well, Grandpa, stop talking. I'll ask Han Jingchu. I'll ask him to be merciful." Tang Wanzhen hung up directly.

So fast? It took the Tang family more than ten years to stabilize their old customers, and Han seized them in less than a day?

Tang Wanzhen looked at Han Jingchu, who looked at the newspaper calmly in front of her, and slowly digested what grandpa had just said.

Han Jingchu seemed to guess her mind from her expression, took a sip from her coffee cup, put down the cup and raised his eyes, "yes, I did it. I said, "whoever touches me, I want him to die."

"But that's my grandfather. My grandfather is very kind to me. From small to large, only my grandfather loves me. Han Jingchu, I beg you to stop, okay?" Tang Wantao begged eagerly.

"It depends on your performance." Han Jingchu put down his upturned legs, "help me put on my shoes first."

Tang Wangui felt humiliated like a clown.

But what a cruel thing it is to think that Tang is the country that his grandfather worked hard to lay down when he was young. An old man over 60 years old watched his whole life's efforts destroyed in the hands of his daughter-in-law and grandson!

She tried to put away her poor useless self-esteem, silently walked to the porch, took out the man's hand-made rhinoceros shoes, bowed her head, walked to the man's feet and squatted down.

"Don't these!" Han Jingchu seemed to be addicted to playing with the little woman and said with great interest.

Tang Wanzhen tried to resist her grievances and became anxious. She was going to be late for the interview! So she went back to the porch again, turned around and asked, "which pair is it, please?"

"Take them all. I can't remember what shoes I have." Han Jingchu stretched out, yawned and said carelessly.

"But..." Tang Wanlu looked at hundreds of pairs of shoes in the porch closet, and the fire in her heart burned more violently. She endured it for the sake of the Tang family.

"Hurry up, you dead woman, my time is not wasted for you!"

Half an hour later, Tang Wanlu hurriedly put hundreds of pairs of shoes at Han Jingchu's feet, "look at which pair is suitable."

Han Jingchu squinted at the shoes beside his feet and chose the pair of leather shoes Tang Wanlu took for the first time. He smiled wickedly and said, "the first pair you chose is more suitable."

"Han Jingchu, don't deceive people too much!" Tang Wanzhen was already late for the interview and broke out. She didn't know what she had done wrong and let the man torture her so angrily.

"Oh? I deceive people too much? " Han Jingchu picked up his suit and went to the door without looking back: "I never know what it means to deceive people too much. You, stay at home and help me clean all my shoes. "