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

Then he walked out of the door.

Tang WanChen ran up angrily and just wanted to refuse loudly, but when her words came to her mouth and thought of Grandpa Tang, she swallowed her blood and teeth into her stomach, honestly returned to the large shoes and wiped them seriously.

Polishing shoes is really a technical job, especially these high-grade leather shoes with different leather.

Aunt Fang found her a mahogany box full of bottles and cans. There were all kinds of shoe polishing tools in it. She squatted down and wiped it with Tang WanChen.

Tang Wanzhen thought that the hateful man's shoes were really as strange as his heart. It seemed that a simple pair of shoes needed to be wiped three times with three different maintenance products.

Tang Wanzhen became more and more angry. She didn't know what she had done wrong, and suddenly annoyed the strange man.

Wiping, unconsciously, it was already twelve o'clock. Aunt Fang went out to buy food for dinner and left her to fight alone.

She stretched out her sore arm and twisted her neck. Sleepiness came. She climbed onto the sofa and fell asleep.

In the dream, Han Jingchu's handsome but evil face appeared again. In the dream, he was holding a big whip. She wiped the floor tiles of the whole villa. Although she was reluctant, she obediently did it.

When Tang Wanlu in the dream rubbed the stairs, a center of gravity fell down unsteadily.

Tang Wanzhen, who was out of the dream, woke up in a hurry and touched his painful forehead. I fell off the sofa.

"Being lazy is so stupid. I really don't know what Han Yuan wants you to do." This scene was included by Han Jingchu who happened to walk into the door.

Tang WanChen rubbed a big bag of forehead, sleepless, and said angrily, "then just drive me away. Why do you keep me here to torture me like this!"

She won't know it's all because of her sportswear.

It turned out that the clothes sent by the stylist yesterday were lovers' clothes that Han Jingchu ordered them to customize according to their own clothes. Although most of Han Jingchu's clothes were suits, Tang Wanzhen did not find that the color of each skirt could be found in Han Jingchu's wardrobe.

Even, the style of casual wear is an obvious couple customization.

"It seems that you really have no brain." Han Jingchu seemed tired of playing. He pulled open his tie, picked up the woman under the sofa and held her in his arms. One hand clasped the back of the woman's head, and the other hand raised the woman's jaw slightly.

"I'll spare you today. Now look at the color of my tie and go up and find a couple dress for me. Every day in the future, if the color of your clothes and the color of my tie are inconsistent, you will die! "

Han Jingchu ordered fiercely to loosen Tang Wanlu, then got up and slowly sorted out his collar: "what are you doing? Go and change it immediately!"

Tang WanChen suddenly realized that no wonder Han Jingchu began to get nervous as soon as he came downstairs. It turned out that he didn't match the "couple element" well with him——

Thinking so, Tang Wanzhen's resentment disappeared all morning.

"Oh." She answered and turned upstairs.

Tang Wanzhen looked for wine red in a lot of clothes because Han Jingchu wore a wine red tie today.

Tang WanChen muttered that her clothes were carefully arranged and customized by Han Jingchu? Is it true that every tie has corresponding clothes? Tang WanChen felt incredible and took out the wine red cheongsam short skirt, with evil thoughts in her heart.

I saw a small figure sneaking into the master bedroom from the second bedroom. The frightened Tang Wanzhen opened the door of Han Jingchu's cloakroom and walked to the tie area. Look carefully.

Indeed, the designs and colors of each tie have corresponding clothes in Tang Wanlu's wardrobe. Then, does he care about her?

This man is really strange. He wears suits almost every day, and a few sportswear are golf suits. His life is colorful, and there are more women around him than his clothes.

Tang Wantao looked around the big fitting room.

"Have you seen enough?" Han Jingchu's low voice came from a distance.

Tang WanChen was surprised and rushed out. Unexpectedly, she bumped into Han Jingchu's arms.

Han Jingchu's slender arm took her and took her to one side of her body. Their handsome faces approached the tip of Tang Wanling's nose. Their breathing seemed to be close to each other.

Tang Wanzhen was like a child who had done something wrong. Her heart was so nervous that she jumped up and stared at the man in front of her with bright apricot eyes.

"You look so ugly every day. Don't forget that our photos are all on the headlines. Are you the one who wants to go out and lose me, Mrs. Han?" Han Jingchu's thin lips moved gently.

On second thought, Tang Wantao thought that it was a request he had never said, which made her angry because she didn't wear lovers' clothes with him. In the end, it became her own fault. Tang Wantao found a refutation point.

Cherry pouted, quickly kissed the thin lip close at hand, and then pushed away the hand that surrounded her.

"Who told you not to tell me in advance." Tang Wanlu said triumphantly, "this is the compensation for your tantrums."

With that, I don't know the heaven and earth, North and South Korea Jingchu spit out his tongue, and then ran out of the master bedroom.

"Dead woman, dare you kiss me!" Han Jingchu came back and roared fiercely.

In front of her, Tang Wanlu had already slipped into the second bedroom. "I'll change my clothes."

Han Jingchu stood in place with great interest, remembering the fragrance left by the naughty little woman just now, and his inner tenderness filled the air.

If someone dared to be so presumptuous on weekdays, Han Jingchu would get rid of this person early. Why did he feel so happy when he came to this woman.

"Interesting." Han Jingchu narrowed his deep eyes and smiled: "play with me. I want to see how capable my wife is."

After changing his clothes, Tang Wanliang's thin body in the mirror became concave and convex under the cheongsam. The delicate hand embroidered Chimonanthus chinensis extends from the end of the shoulder. Tang Wanzhen recalls Han Jingchu's tie. It seems that there is also a dark line embroidered Chimonanthus chinensis pattern.

Tang WanChen realized the delicacy of the president's and his wife's clothes. It seems that she is really a big earth steamed stuffed bun. She is thrown into the sea. Who knows that she married a rich Han family——

"Go, come with me to the company." Han Jingchu didn't know when to appear at the bedroom door. He looked at the little woman who was more white set off by wine red silk and loved it.

"What do you do in the company?" Tang Wanzhen didn't understand. Did she have to go to the company to serve tea and water for him?

Tang Wanlu immediately felt numb and thought that maybe the kiss had angered the fierce man.

"I cleaned your shoes all morning. My back is sore. I just kissed it. It's not too much! Besides, how many times have you attacked me! " Tang WanChen's voice became weaker and weaker. Finally, she lowered her head and twisted her hands together.

"You? I don't need a sneak attack. " Han Jingchu said contemptuously, "I'll settle with you for that kiss. The future will be long. It's time to get down to business. "

Then he went downstairs. Tang Wantao could only keep up. It was inexplicable in his heart that the unreasonable man had no sign of anger. However, he said that the future was long, and Tang Wantao's heart tightened in an instant.

But somehow, "the future is long" seems to be a promise, which means that their days are still long, long, right?

When they came to the company, the whole company was attracted by the perfect president and his wife.

Tang Wanzhen's wine red cheongsam, exquisite and elegant, and Han Jingchu's wine red tie of the same design and color on his chest, silently explain their relationship.

For the first time, Tang Wanzhen received so many eyes that she couldn't help but heat her cheeks, followed Han Jingchu and walked into the president's office.

Han Jingchu walked into the office and threw his suit coat on the leather sofa. He sat on the leather chair with his slender legs on the desk.

The white finger clicked the button on the desktop, and the French windows of the room immediately closed the curtains automatically.

"Pa --" Han Jingchu casually threw out a material on his desk and said overbearing, "fill it in, sign it, and start work tomorrow."

"What?" Tang Wangui was so confused that she could hardly believe her ears. He asked her to work in Han's company?

"Hurry up." Han Jingchu said impatiently, "I have acquired the empty shell subsidiary of your Tang family. As a subsidiary of Han family, you will be the general manager."

Tang WanChen was startled. She was stunned and bought it? So, didn't grandpa Tang's hard work just go to waste?

"What? "No?" Han Jingchu was angry in his words.

"Han Jingchu, that's my grandfather's hard work in his life! You bought it like this. It's too cruel for my grandfather! " Tang Wanzhen said wrongfully, raising the volume.

"Silly woman." Han Jingchu felt the woman's filial piety and kindness. A trace of tenderness flashed in his eyes and said, "look at the ownership of property rights and whose name is written."

Tang WanChen opened the document in confusion. Her name was written in the column of property owner. She was surprised to open her mouth again.

"How could it be... Me?"

"Your surname is Tang. The enterprise still belongs to the Tang family, but there will be no more eye-catching people in this company."

"You run your own business. In the future, the company can let your brother's son inherit it." Han Jingchu has been experienced in shopping malls for a long time. He can handle this small matter with ease.

"But did my grandfather promise?"

"What would you choose, Mrs. Han, to see your property destroyed by your loser's grandson and let your granddaughter revitalize the company?" Han Jingchu still smiled calmly.

"But... I, I won't..." Tang Wantao always treats he Yuanyi as a servant at home. How can she understand the company's affairs? Therefore, Tang Wantao knows nothing about the company's management, let alone doing business.

As if he had seen through the little woman's doubts, Han Jingchu went behind Tang Wanlu, hugged her slender body around her waist, and gently said in her ear, "don't be afraid, I'm here."

Tang Wantao's turbulent heart finally recovered calm. She closed her eyes and quietly enjoyed the warm and thick embrace, with a shallow but happy smile on her mouth.

Suddenly, the Secretary knocked on the door, breaking the quiet moment between them.

"President, there is a Ms. He looking for you at the door. Under the banner of the president's wife's mother, she has to see the president." The Secretary will report.

"I see. You go down first."