He longed for this moment of life to last forever, but somewhere deep in his heart he was burdened with a heavy sense of guilt.
The extremely powerful Tang Qianrong could overcome obstacles in the shopping mall, but his decisiveness and calmness seemed to have lost their effectiveness in An Jingxing.
As he becomes more and more aware that she is powerful enough to allow her to live well without him.
The more this happened, the more uneasy he became.
Because he felt more and more that without her, his life would never be the same as before.
"But, don't you have something to explain to me about Monica? Don't you think you should take the initiative to explain to me about the relationship between the two of you?"
An Jingxing originally thought that when she handed the storage disk to this man, he would explain to him the real reason why he was so troubled in the company and the years he dated Monica.
But this man turned into a big iceberg that was stuffy and cold, which made her a little unhappy.
The relationship between the two became increasingly close, but she knew very little about him as a person. She gradually began to be unable to be satisfied with this. Every woman longs to understand her man, right?
Tang Qianrong was brought back to his senses by An Jingxing's somewhat coquettish voice. He looked down at the little woman in his arms, his frown gradually relaxed, and his dark blue eyes held a faint smile, but he refused.
Answer her directly.
"What does it mean?"
An Jingxing was sure that this man knew exactly what he was asking, and his specious statement stirred up her heart, making her more and more itchy. "What do you think?"
She frowned, her pretty little face showing a bit of anger.
This made the man's heart flutter and fall in love with her. He touched her cheek with his generous palm and caressed her for a few times, but was suddenly knocked away by the woman's little hand.
"Don't kid me, I'm not kidding you. I hear your scandal history in the company every day. Do you need me to repeat it to you from beginning to end? How many times do you meet with Monica every month? How many meals do you have?
"Fan? Every time Monica sees you, your face is full of smiles, as radiant as going to a beauty salon? Huh? Gene, if you don't make it clear, you'll never touch me again!"
Now that he has made up his mind, he doesn't like to mince words. An Jingxing's frankness and directness is also something that Tang Qianrong admires very much.
With a smile on his lips, Tang Qianrong was unwilling to simply satisfy her curiosity. He pinched her face happily and said with a smile, "Are you jealous?"
"Dear Mr. Tang, if you continue to speak incorrectly, I will also consider which room to sleep in tonight. You must know that I am now the manager of a future superstar, and I am very busy with announcements and arrangements.
A busy man like me has no time to serve a wealthy boss like you. Next time I want to solve a personal problem, how about going to your five-fingered girl, eh?"
As An Jingxing spoke, he kept poking Tang Qianrong's chest with the thumb of his right hand. The force was neither light nor heavy, but it didn't hurt, but it made his heart itch unbearably.
Reaching out to grab her mischievous little hand, Tang Qianrong smiled and lowered his head, whispering in her ear: "Didn't you read the contents of the storage disk? Are you here to ask me? Little rascal, who are we pretending to be stupid?"
Tang Qianrong's whisper was sexy and hoarse, but An Jingxing's face turned red.
