Seeing Tang Yoshi gloating about his misfortune, Mrs. Tang on the other side was displeased. She couldn't let this brat make the newly arrived Ouyang Weiwei angry. She coughed slightly, frowned and said, "Yoshi, are you okay?
, Xue Mo just brought some company documents, if you have nothing to do, go back to the study and work!"
Mrs. Tang was indeed majestic. As soon as the Queen Mother spoke, Tang Yoshi decisively silenced her.
"Okay, I'm leaving, grandma, you two can chat." He stood up to straighten his handsome casual suit, and cast a mocking glance at Ouyang Weiwei's side, joking: "There is also a certain young lady with wishful thinking, you can do whatever you want...
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After Tang Yoshi left gracefully, the hall finally returned to calm.
Seeing a gentle smile on Mrs. Tang's face, Ouyang Weiwei immediately answered with understanding: "Mrs. Tang, it's okay, I won't take what he said to heart." I knew you wanted to speak for him.
"Well, that's good. After a while, you will realize that Yoshi is actually a very nice person..."
Ouyang Weiwei slanders, is he good? He is a scumbag!!
At the other end of the sofa, Tang Qianye completely regarded them as nothing, quietly immersed in his personal world. He leaned forward, with slightly long black hair, a few strands of soft hair around his neck, hanging on his shoulders, and thin left hair.
Covering his eyebrows, he lowered his head, held the straight cup with his long fingers, and placed it in front of his lips, but did not drink...
Like meditating.
The black hair and pale skin form a strong visual effect of the black and white painting. It is so quiet and beautiful that one cannot bear to disturb such a beautiful picture!
Mrs. Tang looked at him and said, "Qianye..."
"Grandma called me here, what's the matter?" He suddenly spoke, his voice still as light as water.
It's as ethereal as if it comes from outside the sky.
Mrs. Tang glanced at Ouyang Weiwei, stirred the tea with the lid of the cup and said, "This is Secretary Ouyang's daughter, Weiwei, will you stay and live in Tangzhai from now on?"
Tang Qianye lowered his head, his dark eyes that were indifferent to the point of being empty were covered with a layer of frost...
So, Tang Yoshi’s fiancée is here, what does it have to do with him?
"I'm leaving." Not wanting to say more, he put down the cup, stood up and left. His back was graceful and proud, and he didn't look back even when the old butler behind him called.
When Ouyang Weiwei saw the opportunity coming, she hurriedly caught up and said, "Old lady, I'll go tell him."
"Young Master Tang, please wait a moment..."
Weiwei shouted from behind, but the people in front did not hesitate at all, treating her as if she were nothing.
Finally, as Tang Qianye stepped out of the hall, Ouyang Weiwei suddenly shouted domineeringly, "Stop!"
He frowned and really stood still.
One hand is sleeved in his trouser pocket, his face is pale, his eyes are looking at the sky...
The sky is blue and white, the sun is soft, and some purple petals float in the sky from time to time. In the vast courtyard of the Tang Dynasty, there are fountains, statues, and iron flower railings. Several gardeners are pruning flower branches. Occasionally, servants pass by and nod to them from a distance.
Etiquette, tranquility amidst the busyness, a prosperous picture of a wealthy family...
Tang Qianye stood at the door, the breeze blowing, his back thin.
The last time I saw him, he was wearing a suit and had a beautiful figure, but now he was wearing a thin white shirt, and he looked even thinner, which was heartbreaking.
But his temper is so weird!
Help him without giving him face.
Ouyang Weiwei learned her lesson this time. She stood two meters away from him, trying not to pollute his air, and then said with a stern face: "Don't worry, I'm not advising you to stay."