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

Pack up all the clothes and go back to the second bedroom. Tang Wan is cool and wants to collapse on the bed.

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"Xu Ming, I'll go to the meeting in country h tomorrow and help me book a ticket. The earliest flight."

After calling Xu Ming, Han Jingchu lay in bed, looked out of the window and meditated. His deep eyes reflected the starry sky, like a light at the end of the tunnel.

He didn't want to see Tang Wanliang's face, especially his apricot eyes as clear as the lake. He didn't know what kind of attitude to face the woman, whether to possess or give up.

Possession, what should Vivian do? Give up, but reluctant.

At the same time, in the second bedroom, Tang Wanliang sat on the carpet in front of the window and took refuge in the French window. The bright moonlight hit her smooth white face, as if plated with a layer of soft silver edge.

She wondered why han Jingchu could always stab her heart with the most cruel and painful words and deeds. Perhaps it was because she loved too deeply. The softest place in her heart was often the easiest to get hurt.

I'll leave in half a month, and it's all over.

The master bedroom and the second bedroom are only separated by a wall. Two people in the two rooms look at the same sky at the same time and think about really different problems.

One wants to stay, the other wants to leave.

The next morning, Han Jingchu left early.

Tang Wanliang got up and saw that the door of the master bedroom next to him was open. He couldn't help walking over. The man had left, and the empty room was filled with his arrogant breath.

When she turned around, Tang Wanliang saw the Gold Hoop Ring quietly placed on the bedside table. A trace of loss crossed her heart and went downstairs.

Aunt Fang has prepared breakfast.

"Young grandma, the young master has left for H country to attend business talks. After you have breakfast, the driver will take you to the company. If your knee hurts badly, just ask Xu Ming to take care of it."

"Is that what Han Jingchu ordered?" Hasn't she been kicked out of the master bedroom? Would Han Jingchu care about her knee?

"Well... The young master said, go if you want to go to the company, and let it go if you don't want to." Thinking of the young master's cold attitude, aunt Fang didn't know how to tell her.

"OK, I see."

After breakfast, Tang Wanliang asked the driver to take her to the company. After all, Tang Wanliang wanted to protect her insignificant self-esteem through work.

When she came to the company, the door of the president's office needed a password or fingerprint. Tang Wanliang didn't know what to do. She wanted to call Han Jingchu to ask for the password, but she didn't have the courage. Besides, Han Jingchu should still be on the plane, closed.

In desperation, I had to call Xu Ming.

"Hello, Xu Ming."

"Hello, Madam President."

"Well, I came to the company to handle the copy. I couldn't get into the president's office. I needed a password."

"Oh, well, the password in the president's office is miss suvivian's birthday."

"OK, I see." Tang Wanliang's heart seemed to be hit by a stuffy fist.

Yes, Han Jingchu always has a su Weian in his heart. In his eyes, she will always be a junior.

Put aside the depressed mood, only buried in work can we forget this loss in our heart.

Tang Wanliang closed the door of the office and skillfully sorted out the copywriting on the desktop. After all, she had a six-month internship and was an assistant. She handled the copywriting very smoothly.

It's just that Hans is a large company with complicated copywriting. The requirements for reduction, sorting and archiving are much higher than those of other companies, so we can't be careless.

I don't know how long it took to sort out, the mobile phone screen suddenly lit up and pushed a message.

Tang Wanliang stretched, twisted his sore neck, and clicked on his cell phone to see the news.

The news headline of "the flight of X airlines to country h lost contact" was impressively printed in Tang Wanliang's pupil.

Tang Wanliang was so shocked that her mobile phone fell to the ground and was stunned in place for a long time.

When she recovered, her face was full of tears. Han Jingchu, he flew to country h on today's flight

In a panic, Tang Wanliang grabbed his mobile phone and pressed the eleven familiar numbers.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is turned off."

Han Jingchu's phone was turned off. Tang Wanliang's scalp was numb in an instant. He held back his tears and lowered his head. His trembling hands searched and said the customer service of X airlines.

Tang Wanliang threw away his mobile phone, rushed to the president's chair, opened the internal line and connected Xu Ming's phone.

"Xu Ming, which flight is Han Jingchu?" Tang Wanliang said. The cry leaked out and was forcibly taken back. It seemed that it was very difficult to feel the sharp pain in the Ninja's heart.

"Madam President, don't worry. The president's flight is the same as the crashed flight. I'm trying my best to find the president's whereabouts." There is no doubt that Xu Ming is not worried.

"Take me too and find him together, will you?" Tang Wanliang sat down on the ground, tears pouring out, like a hot spring flowing in the corners of his eyes.

"Yes, Madam President, I'm going to the president's office right now. Please don't make a noise. The president's trip is a temporary decision. No one in the whole company knows, not even Mr. Han. In order to avoid confusion in the company, please keep it confidential."

"I know, sobbing..." Tang Wanliang was already sobbing.

How much I once hated and how painful it was, at least it was brought about by the domineering and evil man living well. No matter how painful it was, I could hear his magnetic voice and see his handsome face.

But if he is gone, the world is empty, the crowd has become silent furnishings, and there is no point in doing anything. She can't lose this man. She loves him deeply.

Xu Ming came to the president's office, closed the door and called Han Jingchu's private detective with his private mobile phone.

If you use the company phone, with Han Jingchu's attention in Jiangcheng, the airline's internal personnel will quickly spread the news and can only query the personnel information as an individual.

Moreover, in order not to cause unnecessary attention and dangerous situations, private detectives are generally allowed to check private information.

"Hello, help me check the registration information of flight x today." I don't know what he said at the other end of the phone. Xu Ming replied, "OK, hard work."

"Madam President, please wait a few minutes." Looking at Tang Wanliang, who was already sweating and worried, Xu Ming comforted him.

Tang Wanliang nodded as if his soul had been taken away, and his big apricot eyes were filled with tears.

"Ding -" Xu Ming received a message on his mobile phone.

Tang Wanliang's eyes suddenly lit up and eagerly waited for the results.

At this second, she realized how afraid she was to lose Han Jingchu. Her love for him has unconsciously surpassed her love for herself.

Xu Ming turned on his mobile phone, clicked on the document he had just sent, and gave a deep breath: "Madam President, the passenger registration shows that the president didn't board this flight. You can rest assured."

"Really?" Tang Wanliang's soul seemed to come back in an instant, with a tremor in her voice, "is it true? Where is he now? "

"At present, we can't contact the president. The president will leave the driver to your wife and drive to the airport." Xu Ming explained.

"Will you go home?" Tang Wanliang asked eagerly with big apricot eyes.

"It's possible. I'll take the president's wife home first. I've arranged people here. If the president returns to the company, I'll tell you as soon as possible."

"OK, OK, let's go back quickly." Tang Wanliang was so anxious that she wanted to step into the house in one step.

Tang Wanliang sat in a speeding car, half open the window, and her broken hair was messy in the wind. She just wanted to hurry and hurry back to Hanyuan. The road back to Hanyuan is extraordinarily long today. Hanyuan, which is close at hand on weekdays, is extraordinarily far today.

Tang Wanliang looked forward to and prayed that there must be the figure of that man in the Han Garden.

The car stopped at Hanyuan, Tang Wanliang rushed out of the car, forgot to close the door, and rushed into the hall, "aunt Fang! Is Han Jingchu back? "

Hearing Tang Wanliang's hurried voice, aunt Fang hurried out of the laundry room: "young grandma, what's the matter with you?"

"What about Han Jingchu? Has Han Jingchu come back? "

"No, the young master went out to country h early in the morning. I told my young grandmother." Aunt Fang was confused and didn't know.

Tang Wan sat down on the sofa and said to himself, "if you don't come back, don't come back." Then the whirling tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

"Madam President, don't worry. Since the president hasn't boarded the plane, nothing will happen." Xu Ming comforted.

"OK, I see. Go and be busy first." Tang Wanliang said weakly. She didn't see Han Jingchu standing in front of her. How could her hanging heart put down?

"Yes, Madam President, I will inform you as soon as I hear from the president." Xu Ming turned and left.

Aunt Fang came forward, worried: "grandma, what happened to the president? Would you like to report to the master? "

"No, aunt Fang, I just can't contact Han Jingchu for the time being. It's okay." The mouth said nothing, but the frightened heart was still anxious for the man.

"OK, young grandma, you have a rest first." Aunt Fang stepped down.

Tang Wanliang sat quietly on the sofa and fell asleep with tears.

I don't know how long it took, the black Bentley drove into Hanyuan.

When a pair of expensive black handmade leather shoes stepped out of the door, Han Jingchu was handsome enough to appear.

He went to the airport. He had turned off his cell phone and was ready to board. He looked at his customized watch at the security gate and suddenly realized something.

The handsome figure left abruptly and drove back to Hanyuan.

On the way, I happened to meet the morning peak. The worried president of Korea University didn't turn on his cell phone and didn't want outsiders to disturb his thinking.

Walking into the villa, I saw the little woman lying on the sofa.

When I walked in, the woman's eyes were already red and swollen. She was dizzy with peach blossom red around. There were clear tears on her curved eyelashes. It seemed that she had cried hard.

The cherry like little mouth stammered, I don't know what to say.

Han Jingchu was expressionless, but he felt pity in his heart. He approached step by step. He wanted to see what the woman was saying.

When he got close, Tang Wanliang frowned slightly, and said in a weak voice with a crying voice, "big brother, don't go, big brother..."

Oh, it's the big brother again. Who is the big brother who dares to occupy his woman's dream again and again!