Charming Wife: The Cold Young Man is Hard to Hold

The driver's heart was already beating wildly. Now after a few minutes of suffering, it was almost about to explode. Looking at the president's expression in the car mirror, he always looked down and frowned silently. The driver wanted to struggle out of such a place. After a while of inner struggle, the driver carefully opened his mouth: "president, where are we going?"

Leng Shaoxuan raised his eyes, and the bright pupil flashed across, which made the driver's heart immediately follow. The silence in the car was enough to make people sweat. The driver looked at the scene in front of him with fear that he would be laid off by the president if he didn't do well.

"Go home."

Leng Shaoxuan only said two words faintly, then raised his eyes slightly, closed his lips slightly, and then took out his mobile phone, seemingly dialing a phone number at will.

"What I said before is to speed up the process. Tomorrow morning, I want to see 49% of the data."

After that, Leng Shaoxuan threw his mobile phone aside and rubbed his temples. I don't know why. Every time I close my eyes, all the disgusting women appear in my mind. Is clearly the most disgusting woman, but always think of it? Really

"Damn it!"

Leng Shaoxuan said bitterly. The cold in his eyes was like a cold ice skate, which cut hard

"General... President..." the driver thought he had made a mistake, whispered, and then observed Leng Shaoxuan's expression from time to time. He never said anything again

Lan Lan drove the car and took Mu Haitang home. Mu Haitang was silent all the way. He kept looking out of the window and didn't talk much. Even if Lan Lan had been talking and deliberately looking for a topic to adjust the atmosphere, Mu Haitang just responded faintly. It was clearly to coax her to be happy, but looking at the way she reluctantly agreed, Lan Lan Lan's heart was also very bad, I won't say much later.

"Begonia, you're tired today. Let's have a rest first. I'll go to the studio and tell them how to get this dress. I'll be back later."

After sending Lan Lan away, Mu Haitang washed himself and went into his bedroom. He lay in bed listening to the sound of the clock passing minute by minute. Mu Haitang's mind was full of scenes of the past with Leng Shaoxuan.

Unconsciously, thinking of those things, Mu Haitang's corners of his eyes have been wet. His posture of lying on his side has long been wet on his pillow.

Just now I felt pain in my fingers, but now it's obviously severe. It's only a long time since they got married, but this relationship is eighteen thousand miles different from that of normal newlyweds.

Unknowingly, I can't remember when. When I cried and recalled the past, Mu Haitang fell asleep. The next morning, the sun slowly shone into the house through the window. When it passed through Mu Haitang's eyes, it hurt a little.

Mu Haitang frowned and slowly opened his eyes. Mu Haitang put his hand on his face and rubbed his temples. The cell phone ring that rang first about two minutes later had broken this calm first.