Leng Yan snatched the mobile phone from Wen Nuan's hand, threw it far away from her, and threatened: "Confiscate the mobile phone as punishment."
In order to avoid radiation, he tried his best to keep her away from mobile phones and other things.
"This is domestic violence!" Wen Nuan also glared, but it only lasted a second. She smiled and kissed him on the face: "My husband dares to be jealous, and he is a jealous person."
"Then you are a jealous person." Leng Yan pinched her nose with a smile and started the car: "Nuan Nuan, do you really want to bring Tan Qing and Tong Xi together?"
"Yes." Wen Nuan nodded and sighed softly: "Xixi and I are both acting out the drama of a woman chasing a man. I don't know if she can catch him."
Looking up at Leng Yan: "Husband, do you think they are suitable?"
"It's appropriate." Leng Yan agreed: "Tong Xi has a hot temper, so he can control Tan Qing and not allow him to have even the slightest idea about you."
"Is that why?"
"What else do you think it's because of?" Leng Yan asked back, with a hint of pride in his eyebrows: "However, he has no chance. I am now your legitimate husband. Whoever dares to snatch my wife from me will never end with me.
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"The same goes for you." Wen Nuan raised his eyebrows, unwilling to be outdone, and announced seriously: "Leng Yan, you must always remember that your wife is called Wen Nuan, and only Wen Nuan. I will never allow mistresses, mistresses, or little flowers.
, the grass will appear, otherwise..."
She looked at his almost perfect profile and snorted coldly: "Behead without mercy!"
"Yes!" Leng Yan cooperated very much.
Not far away, downstairs of MT Group, Tan Qing was holding her mobile phone and dialing Tong Xi's number. She suddenly discovered the fact that it seemed that Tong Xi called him every time, and the number of times he called her was very few.
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His eyebrows wrinkled unconsciously, and an inexplicable feeling emerged in his heart. He shook his head slightly, getting rid of this inexplicable emotion that he had not yet understood, and dialed Tong Xi's phone number.
Phone number.
"Master, go..."
Tong Xi ran out of the building of Dao Weng's house and saw a taxi parked downstairs. She hurried over. Before she could give her address, her cell phone rang. Seeing the cell phone number, the softest part of her heart was touched.
Something suddenly struck me.
For nearly a week, she refrained from calling him. She forced herself to find something to do every day, trying to see if she could forget him. But things went against her expectations. Not only could she not forget her, but her thoughts grew like crazy grass.
Once it takes root, it is difficult to control.
In the past, she would have answered the call with joy. But ever since she saw Tan Qingzang's warm photos, it was hard for her to muster up the courage.
"What are you doing if you don't answer the phone?"
Tan Qing's pretty eyebrows furrowed, she muttered something in a low voice, and dialed back again.
"Miss, are you leaving or not?" the taxi driver became impatient.
He had just sent someone over, and he thought he would be lucky and get another customer without moving anywhere. However, this sweet-looking girl seemed to be only interested in her mobile phone at this time, staring at it without blinking.
With her brows still deeply furrowed and the expression on her face alternately gloomy and moody, she stood outside the door, refusing to get in the car.
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