Charming Wife: The Cold Young Man is Hard to Hold

She seemed to have lost her soul. After walking out of Leng Shaoxuan's office, she walked to the bathroom at the end of the corridor like a wandering soul.

In the middle of her walk, the cleaners with washing tools met her face to face.

Mu Haitang didn't want to pay attention to it, but she suddenly remembered her embarrassed appearance, thought of Leng Shaoxuan's words, unconsciously put her hands around her body and limped past.

The cleaning staff looked up and down at Mu Haitang with surprised eyes, with irrecoverable curiosity in their eyes. The general affairs department just informed her to clean up in the president's office. The woman came out of the president's office like this again. She couldn't help wondering what this woman should be to cling to the president's cheap woman. Thinking of this, her eyes took a look of contempt. The woman who betrayed her looks was really shameless.

Mu Haitang didn't know what the people who passed her thought. She just felt cold. Just sweating, she felt a tingling pain in her back when she was wet and cold on her body by the air conditioning wind.

When she entered the bathroom, she closed the door. Her body was soft and almost collapsed to the ground. She supported herself against the wall. Then he walked step by step to the sink.

The mirror clearly reflected her appearance, the lip makeup had been completely spent, and the red imprint was rubbing all around her lips, for crying, eye shadow was also spent, and black traces spread to the present. At the moment, she is like a ghost.

She had a nausea in her heart. She quickly turned on the tap, took out the makeup remover from her bag, and cleaned her face bit by bit.

When she looked up, she still felt her strange tightness in the mirror, so pale and fragile. She looked at it in a daze, and tears flowed silently from her eyes.

"Why are you crying?" she wiped away her tears and said to the woman in the mirror, "isn't this the way you chose? Isn't it enough to stay with him?"

She paused and muttered to herself, "is that enough?"

Just as her shoulders could not be restrained and the suppressed cry was about to overflow from her throat, her phone rang suddenly.

She didn't seem to hear it until the bell was silent. She slowly took out the phone. The number on it was her mother's.

She took her cell phone, turned around, leaned against the sink and looked at it for a while. When the bell rang again, she was shocked.

She answered the phone with a strong feigned ease, "Mom."

Her mother's worried voice came out from the phone, "Tang Tang, have you talked to Shaoxuan? How was the result?"

"I've already talked about it." Mu Haitang held the phone in one hand, but the other hand held his chest tightly, as if there were countless ants eating, "Shaoxuan said he would not continue to buy. Mom, you let dad relax and take care of his body."

Her mother was obviously relieved. "That's good. I'm scared to death."

Mu Haitang didn't answer.

For a long time, her mother's tone became cautious again, "Tangtang, are you and Shaoxuan okay?"

"Nothing." Mu Haitang replied without thinking.

"It's normal for a young couple to quarrel. If Shaoxuan wants to take charge of such a large group, he must not have so much time with you. You should get along well with others, okay?"