She suddenly realized that this man was no longer the man she had known before who doted on her to the extreme. The man who had quietly forgotten her smile in the tired and lingering rain of flowers at Rose Manor had gradually gone away...
Tang Qianye mutated.
Becoming cold, mean and unreasonable!
She didn't know why he said this, why he wanted to humiliate her like this, but even if she loved her again, it didn't mean that she would beg him again shamelessly. So this was different from when she was abandoned by Tang Yoshi in her previous life.
What's different, just as despicable!
She would never allow herself to do that!
Misunderstanding, let's make the misunderstanding more intense. Anyway, he didn't believe her from the beginning to the end.
Ouyang Weiwei was so angry that she dropped the broken jar, took a deep breath, and stared at him with stubborn and resentful eyes, "Yes! You are right.
!I am just amorous. You said that I am flirtatious. You think you are very good. Who likes you? I tell you, I have never liked you. All of this is false. I have decided that I will never do it again.
If I don’t care about someone like you again, I won’t come to you again!!”
After saying these words angrily, her heart ached bloody, and she tried her best to hold back the tears in her eyes to prevent them from falling.
It's really ridiculous. She had such ambitions to get him back in the morning, but now she couldn't help but want to give up. But in this case, she really didn't want to shamelessly say that she liked him again.
However, her heart really hurt, like a thousand arrows piercing her heart.
Ouyang Weiwei bit her lower lip and warned herself to be strong. Sooner or later, she would either get back together or break up. Anyway, she would be leaving in a week. Let's cut off all worries. You can forget about him in the future. Time can heal.
everything……
It must be possible.
The air suddenly became dead silent, and the only sound was the sound of air conditioning.
And Ouyang Weiwei's trembling breathing.
The smooth floor tiles reflected the figures of the two servants, one as calm as dead water, and the other with shoulders undulating excitedly.
Tang Qianye lowered his head, Liu Hai drooped, his face was covered with shadows, and his long and thin figure was like the lonely moonlight, cold and lonely.
The atmosphere was silent for a long time. After a while, he slowly raised his face. On his face as pale as paper, his pupils were horribly black: "Weiwei, you'd better be careful what you say. You pissed me off. Believe it or not, I let you
Everyone I love disappears from this world, whether it’s Tang Yoshi or everyone else. Let me tell you, I really don’t care about anything. Those words you said made me have the urge to destroy everything."
He looked at her, with the aura of death in his eyes, and his gentle voice, full of warning and danger.
Ouyang Weiwei's trembling breath stopped immediately. She looked into his eyes and took a step back.
An unreasonable coldness rushed up from behind, and she saw something in his eyes that she had never seen before, called danger, just like the mature white tiger was angry and showed its bloodthirsty eyes to its owner...
…
She had never seen him like this.
In Ouyang Weiwei's mind, he has always been the calm and indifferent person who plays chess quietly in the garden and smiles quietly in the fallen flowers. He is as beautiful as a banished immortal. But the person in front of him is really scary.
, completely different from usual...
Tang Qianye walked towards her, his face numb and cold, and his eyes had a dark and sinister aura.
It was she who entered his world and gave him hope.
She loves him, and his world is sunny. She doesn't love him anymore, and he wants to make everyone else's world rain, and blood rain, he can do it!
"What are you doing?" Ouyang Weiwei was so frightened by him that her whole body was trembling and she retreated to the door.
He put his hand next to her, lowered his head and came close to her face, his voice was as low as the sigh of death, "I just decided one thing, no matter whether you love me or not, no matter who you pretend to be in your heart,
It doesn’t matter anymore…”
Ouyang Weiwei's eyes suddenly widened and she looked at him in horror.
There was a mournful scream in the CEO's office, but the sound insulation effect of the door was excellent.
*
It was noon, and all departments in the company were taking a lunch break.
When it was almost 2 o'clock in the afternoon, when he got to work, Qin Musheng prepared the materials for the meeting and called to inquire. However, Tang Qianye asked him to inform the company's senior management that the meeting would be postponed for one hour.
After Qin Dusheng left, Zhuang Mengting felt a trace of unhappiness on her face when she thought that Weiwei had gone in and still came out. After thinking about it, she dialed the short number and asked, "Mr. Tang, are you feeling unwell? Or do you need anything else?
?”
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while before he said solemnly, "Call two cleaning staff to come up."
Zhuang Mengting didn't even think about it and immediately called the cleaning department. If someone came in, they could naturally be hindered.
Everyone in the company knew that Mr. Tang had a mysophobia, so he must have called the cleaning staff to clean the house. Soon, two female cleaning staff came up with cleaning tools and water, stood in front of the door and knocked on the door——
After a while, the door opened!
Zhuang Mengting immediately tilted her head to look around.
But after the two cleaning staff entered, the door was immediately closed again...
She is confused!
Inside the office.
It was very cold, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.
After the two cleaning staff entered the door, they were too frightened to move for a moment. They saw a thrilling scene in front of them; the huge floor-to-ceiling curtains in the office were tightly covered, and under the silver-white chandelier, there was blood everywhere in front of them. The white wool carpet in the center of the floor,
There are bloodstains everywhere on the leather sofa and on the desk...
The two middle-aged female cleaning ladies swallowed and were frightened. Could this be a scene from a TV series?
He looked around the office with trembling eyes, and finally his eyes fell on the woman behind the desk.
The woman was sitting in a large office chair, her head lowered, motionless, her face pale, and her eyes closed.
It feels like fainting, falling asleep, or...
"Clean it up." A faint voice came from behind.
The two of them turned around in surprise and saw Tang Qianye standing behind them like a ghost, closing the door.
"Mr. Tang, this, this, this..." One person was trembling and her legs were a little weak, while the other person was holding her tightly.
"Don't ask unnecessary questions and clean up quickly."
After Tang Qianye locked the door, he walked towards Ouyang Weiwei behind the desk. He very gently knelt down on one knee beside her, raised the back of her hand and kissed it.
The caring movements and eyes were like facing a treasure.
The cleaning staff breathed a sigh of relief when they saw it, thinking that the woman had...
The two people quickly took out rags to wipe the table and sofa, and one of them was asked by Tang Qianye to change the bed in the lounge. Generally, the president's office has a lounge for resting during work. The man opened the door of the lounge and took a look.
There was also blood on the bed, but the blood stains were not large like the murder scenes in TV series, but mottled. She quickly took out the spare sheets from the cabinet next to her and changed them...