Whenever taking such photos, An Jingxing has the illusion that she is the mother of these two children, but the illusion is just an illusion after all. Whenever she returns to her small room at night, she will wake up from the illusion.
, tell yourself that none of this is true.
She is not Le Zhen and Le Zhu's mother, and she never can be.
What An Jingxing didn't know was that although Tang Qianrong was out of town, he would inquire about An Jingxing and the baby from the housekeeper every day, and there was a camera specially installed in the baby's room by Tang Qianrong's order. Occasionally, he would finish his work
, it is already late at night here, or even early in the morning.
He would turn on the computer, log in to the website connected to the monitor, and watch the two children sleeping. Occasionally he would also see An Jingxing...
When he knew that An Jingxing was taking photos of Le Zhen and Le Zhu, Tang Qianrong was naturally delighted. Although this move was inconspicuous, it already represented that An Jing Xing already had feelings for Le Zhen and Le Zhu.
Emotions are the strongest link. Once established, they cannot be easily destroyed.
He knew that what he did to An Jingxing in those ten months was unforgivable, so he needed this strong link to face the huge gap in the future when she knew everything.
Of course he also knows that taking advantage of children is despicable, but so what... He never allows himself to miss what he wants!
An Jingxing couldn't remember how long it had been since she last saw Tang Qianrong, but fortunately, after the last guidance, she digested the knowledge very thoroughly, which was of great help to the next study. In addition, Tang Qianrong had been with her before leaving home.
She said that she could use the study room on the first floor if necessary.
This made her almost jump with joy.
The study room on the first floor has all the reference books she needs. Even without Tang Qianrong's guidance, she can roughly understand some things she doesn't understand.
In just three months, An Jingxing had read all the books Tang Qianrong gave her.
Sitting on the private jet of Tang Corporation, Tang Qianrong leaned on the soft leather recliner. Li Chengxian stood respectfully aside, taking back the last document in Tang Qianrong's hand, then glanced at the watch on his wrist, and said in a deep voice
One sentence.
"We still have 3 hours to go to Los Angeles. Boss, do you want to take a nap?"
Hearing this, Tang Qianrong put down the Parker ballpoint pen in his hand, nodded, and leaned back on the leather cushion. He had not rested for nearly thirty-six hours.
And just when Tang Qianrong was about to fall asleep, Li Chengxian glanced at the iPad in his hand, suddenly remembered something, and said: "By the way, Miss Monica just called and said..."
Seeing that Tang Qianrong, who was already sleeping deeply, had no reaction, he thought for a while, since the BOSS already has Miss An, it shouldn't matter if he doesn't talk about Miss Monica, right?
With this in mind, Li Chengxian swallowed back what he had not finished, handed Tang Qianrong another number in his hand, deleted Monica's phone calls and text messages, and then walked out of the cabin quietly.
*
Tang Qianrong's plane arrived in Los Angeles at six o'clock in the afternoon. Before that, in front of Tang Qianrong's villa in Los Angeles, a red car parked at the opposite corner as early as the afternoon.
There was a black-haired mixed-race woman sitting in the car, wearing dark green LV sunglasses, a slim figure, a black dress, simple and elegant, and a pair of small Chanel leather boots on her feet. She was low-key but had a bit of a look that only big-name celebrities could have.
