Longyuanju is a large Chinese retro-style restaurant. The overall decoration is dark red. It is divided into a hall for banquets and dining rooms and an inner courtyard for check-in rooms. The inner courtyard includes several private rooms. The interior decoration is beautiful, quiet and elegant, and is special.
It is suitable for some distinguished people to stay.
Early in the morning, in an inner courtyard with fragrant peach blossoms, a handsome man was sitting at a stone table under a tree, drinking morning tea.
The old housekeeper stood beside him respectfully, "Master, someone went to check on Xi'er last night. Her marital status on her household registration is indeed married."
Tang Qianye held the cup with a calm face, "Who is the man?"
"There is no information or news about the man. Her household registration is still in Ouyang's family and has not been transferred." The old housekeeper knew that he cared about Ouyang Weiwei's information.
After a husband, he paused and said, "It is said that there are very few men around Miss Ouyang in recent years. Most of them are people from the Royal Dance Company. Claude, the artistic director of the dance company, takes good care of her, but Claude is married;
There is also a person who sends flowers to her every performance, and his name seems to be Qianluo."
Qianluo?
Tang Qianye frowned, feeling strange in his heart.
He remembered that when she came out after the performance that night with flowers in her arms, she was on the phone and seemed to be calling her Qianluo...
The wind blew through the courtyard, and petals were like rain. One piece fell gently into his cup. The old housekeeper quickly poured him another cup. Tang Qianye was lost in thought for a while, "Is this man her husband?"
"It's not clear yet,"
The old housekeeper's face also darkened, "The flowers were delivered by the florist over the phone. The person could not be found, but the telecommunications company showed that the number was tied to Miss Ouyang's mobile phone. The two should be familiar with each other and talk to each other often...
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Tang Qianye fell silent, because generally those who do number bundling and group networking will only do this with family members or very close people.
If she is really married, Qianluo's identity will be obvious.
*
It's still early, Ouyang Weiwei is still sleeping in the room, she had been up and down all night last night, and Tang Qianye wanted her all night. She is now paralyzed on the bed, and he is relaxed and comfortable, and his physical strength is naturally unmatched. He has never recovered from his illness before
At that time, Ouyang Weiwei had no initiative, let alone now...
The door to the room opened and he walked in carrying a breakfast tray. Seeing that she was not awake, he made morning tea for her with his own hands.
The peach blossoms outside the window are as bright as the clouds, and the milk tea is fragrant inside the house.
At this time, a cell phone ringtone rang——
Tang Qianye looked at her bag, fearing to wake up the people on the bed, so he went over and took out her mobile phone...
Looking at the results, the name of the caller was: Qianluo.
After two seconds of hesitation, he hung up the phone and returned to the table to continue making milk tea in an orderly manner. But two minutes later, the call came again. His hands froze, he put down the tea utensil and answered it calmly.
Pick up the phone, "..."
On the phone, "..."
He was habitually silent, so the person on the phone didn't say anything either.
It seems that both of them are very silent people.
Five seconds later, Tang Qianye spoke, "We slept very late last night and she hasn't woken up yet."
After saying this very informative sentence, I hung up the phone directly.
He had already determined that this Qianluo was his love rival or her husband, so he told her about their affairs very directly. So what if they got married? No one could steal it from him until he let go!
In some ways, Tang Qianye's possessiveness is really terrifying...
Sure enough, the call never came again.
Until 8 o'clock, Ouyang Weiwei's terrifying alarm clock rang. She sat up from the bed and asked, "What time is it?!"
He looked around with a pair of panda eyes, his face full of fatigue.
Tang Qianye looked at her blankly, "..."
Ouyang Weiwei looked back and saw him, with a look of embarrassment on her face. Then she remembered that she was going back to China today. She panicked again and quickly got out of bed. As a result, she felt a sharp pain in her waist and fell off the bed——
"ah!!"
Tang Qianye went over to help her up and said calmly, "You can sleep a little longer."
Thinking of last night, she pushed him away in shame and anger, "I have to go back today." After saying that, she picked up her clothes and put them on quickly, then picked up a bunch of keys from her bag and put them on the table, "I'll give you that card."
I gave it to you yesterday, and I used part of the money to buy back Rose Manor, so you can continue to live there when you go back."
Tang Qianye looked at the bunch of keys without making a sound, while breakfast and milk tea were steaming white on the table.
His eyes darkened, "Weiwei, let's have breakfast first."
"I won't eat anymore. I have a flight to catch at 10 o'clock and I have to go back to pack my things."
After Ouyang Weiwei finished dressing, she took her bag and left in a hurry.
The room suddenly became quiet, and there seemed to be a faint scent of her perfume lingering in the air.
Tang Qianye looked at the breakfast he had prepared with his eyes blankly. He wanted to ask her about Qianluo just now, but after thinking for a long time, he didn't ask her. Because no matter who Qianluo was, whether she was married or not, he still wanted to ask her.
Won't let go...
The night blooms with flowers that never wither. Just like love, it never disappears.
*
Xi'er knocked on the door and walked in, "Master, Lord Wen Chen and Ming Feng are here."
He nodded slightly and stood up to meet the members of the Undertaker organization...
He hasn't appeared in five years, but I still need to give everyone an explanation.
In the antique hall, the carved window lattice is open, and outside is the gorgeous scenery of peach blossoms. The hall is spacious and bright, and the dark red nanmu furniture is low-key and luxurious.
There are about six or seven people in the office, including Wen Chenjun and five cadres in the organization.
When Wen Chenjun was sitting on the sofa enjoying the Chinese tea poured by the old butler, a boy in tight black clothes appeared from behind him ghostly and said in a ghostly manner, "Advisor, we have discussed it. If it is...
If you lie to us, we will kill you..."
Mr. Wen Chen was not alarmed or panicked. After all, in the past few years since Tang Qianye left, everyone had doubted whether he killed Qian Ye and wanted to take over the position of leader. It was not until the old housekeeper and Merlin went back to the organization to explain it that everyone gradually became calm.
Be determined.
But he was still dissatisfied with having to listen to this consultant's instructions, because everyone knew that he used to be Qingfeng's, and they were wary of whether he was a spy.
He put down the tea cup and said leisurely, "Lan, take your claws back, I can't beat you even if I try to hit you. You can ask your Qianye yourself later." He didn't want to be this consultant yet.
Behind him, Lan was holding several hidden weapons against his neck. Hearing this, he narrowed his eyes.
When he was about to say whether he should try to fight now or not, Ming Feng, who was sitting across from the sofa and sipping Chinese tea together, said, "I didn't discuss it with you. I want to kill you. I will kill you myself. I trust the consultant."
"He has lowered eyes, long hair and a rose tattoo on his face.
Seeing that they were standing together, Lan was furious, turned around and asked the woman by the window, "Red Fox, Mingfeng has switched sides, which side do you think you're on?!"
People in their organizations all call each other by their code names.
The woman named Honghu ignored him and sat by the window looking at the peach blossoms outside...