She had no appetite and only ate a little bit of dinner before Nuan Nuan returned to her room. Looking at the card the maid gave her before the meal, her pink lips revealed a sarcastic smile.
Compensation for the damaged clothes, or living expenses for her?
She knew that there was a huge amount in it, and she could spend it no matter how much she wanted. But... she didn't care about it!
If he was a husband who truly loved her, she would not be reserved and not spend his money. But, he was not. He hated her and insulted her. She did not bother to spend such a man's money.
She has her pride and her self-esteem.
She glanced at the card and threw it into the drawer. Under the bright light, she looked at Tan Qing's silk shirt and frowned in distress.
If she knew Leng Yan would come back, she would definitely not hang the shirt in the room. He obviously said he wouldn't go home for the next few days, but who knew he would come back suddenly in the middle of the journey?
She didn't know what to do with her clothes in such a state.
After laying out the clothes on the floor, his warm and delicate eyebrows knitted together gently, and he looked at it carefully, and suddenly his eyes lit up.
Maybe she could...make him a new one according to this pattern.
But, will he accept it?
Nuan Nuan looked at the mobile phone thrown on the sofa and the long string of numbers in the phone book, her pretty face was tangled.
She knew his name was Tan Qing, but she didn't lose his name.
It was just a person she met by chance. After returning his shirt, she didn't think she would have a chance to meet him.
Do you want to be beaten? Will you be scolded angrily?
well--
Wen Nuan let out a long sigh, put the phone on the small coffee table, raised his chin and stared at the black silk shirt for a while, then picked up the phone, bit his lower lip, and dialed Tan Qing's phone number.
Tan Qing gave her the feeling that he was not a stingy man, at least he was much easier to get along with than Leng Yan. So, she called him.
"Why didn't you answer?"
Listening to the music ringing over there, Nuan Nuan whispered, feeling uneasy inside.
"...I'll take a call first, excuse me."
In the luxurious private room of the hotel, Tan Qing was socializing. She looked at the number on her mobile phone, her slender eyes were stained with a charming smile, and she exited the private room. She found a quiet place and leaned against the wall of the corridor.
, pressed the answer button.
"Xiao Nuannuan, do you miss me?"
Just when he was considering whether to hang up the phone, an ambiguous voice came from the phone, and Nuan Nuan couldn't help but grit his teeth.
This dude!
She really wanted to hang up right away, but she was so unreasonable now that she didn't dare to do that.
Wen Nuan laughed dryly: "That...Mr. Tan..."
"Why are you so polite? Just call me Qing." Tan Qing interrupted her with a smile.
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Continue tomorrow. By the way, why do I like Tan Qing?