Lin Xue loves gossip. When she heard Nuan Nuan say this, she blinked her big eyes, obviously not believing it: "She is very aloof and arrogant. She is known as the Ice Beauty in the entertainment industry."
"It's true. I think she might be the kind of person who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside."
Nuan Nuan told Lin Xue what happened before she left.
"Is this so?" Lin Xue frowned slightly: "Maybe it's because of Young Master Tan. Didn't she say that she knew Young Master Tan. I remember that a friend had been in contact with her, and she was really famous.
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"Maybe it's because of Mr. Tan." Wen Nuan nodded.
Only when she entered the company did she find out that Tan Qing was the general manager and the young master of MT, and his father was the chairman of MT.
[As everyone knows, the gentleness on Ji Wei's face has long since dissipated.
"You did a good job just now. Hey, you can take these." There were only two people in the nanny's car, Ji Wei and Xiao Wu. She smiled faintly and handed over a wad of bills.
"Thank you Sister Ji." Xiao Wu quickly took it and was about to get out of the car but stopped and asked curiously: "Who is that Assistant Wen? Does he have any grudge against Sister Ji? Do you need me to find someone to teach him a lesson?"
Ji Wei raised her eyebrows: "No need, you know this and I know it. Xiaowu, if you mention it to others, the broken vase just now was just a show, and I won't spare you."
Xiao Wu responded repeatedly and got out of the car, Ji Wei sneered, took out her mobile phone and looked at the MMS message of the photo of Wen Nuan at Leng Yan Villa sent a few days ago, and slowly evoked a sarcastic smile.
She is just a little girl, and as expected, she is not welcomed by Leng Yan, and even the Leng family cannot get in. It does not pose a threat to her at all to snatch Leng Yan back.】
Because I came back a little late, I could just get off work directly after arriving at the company. Wen Nuan drove down from the company and drove his own car back directly.
When I passed by a dessert shop, my stomach growled unsatisfactorily.
She stuck out her tongue playfully and pulled the car over. She put the keys in her handbag. When she looked up, the familiar license plate number clearly fell into her eyes, and her heart trembled violently.
In front of a nearby coffee shop, Leng Yan's black Land Rover was parked there in a majestic manner.
The longing for her for many days was like a demonic barrier, affecting her steps to move forward.
Through the spacious and bright glass window, Leng Yan was wearing a blue patterned shirt, holding a cup of coffee in his hand and talking about something.
His movements are elegant and gentlemanly, and his profile is handsome with an innate arrogance.
Opposite him was a man in his forties, and the two seemed to be talking about something. Soon, the man left, and Leng Yan was sitting there by himself, holding a mobile phone and calling someone.
She just stared at his profile infatuatedly until he put the phone in his pocket and stood up to leave.
She wanted to hide away, but he still noticed him. She turned her face away in embarrassment, pretended not to see him, and wanted to leave.
"Why are you here?"
Leng Yan was sitting at the door. He strode out, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and spoke lazily.