Tong Huaer: ..." He was mocking her for spending money on purpose to leave the other day.
"Didn't you go to the villa today?"
As if knowing that Tong Huaer was embarrassed, Zong Beili did not continue to ask, and his tone was indifferent.
Although he knew that Tong Huaer had bought the villa on purpose to arouse his disgust, when zong beili seemed to have made up his mind to move in.
"No, I got up very late." Tong Huaer said in an indifferent tone.
"Did the designer show you the drawings?"
The conversation between the two of them was no different from before. Zong Beili's tone was neither good nor bad. After a while, Zong Beili reminded Tong Huaer to get ready for his vacation luggage and hung up the phone.
She really needs to prepare now, okay?
Tong Huaer took his phone and turned to look at the moon outside the window in a daze. What would happen after dawn tomorrow?
Now that she could do nothing, she thought she could ask Liu Fei for more time, but she was still too imaginative. As long as Liu Fei wanted her to leave Zong Beili, how could she tolerate her staying with Liu Fei?
One night without sleep, the next day, it was exam time.
After Tong Huaer washed up, she sat in the dining room for breakfast. Nanny Wu poured her a glass of milk and looked at her dark circles, "Miss Tong, you don't have to be nervous. You usually draw so hard. You must be fine today."
"Yes."
Tong Huaer nodded casually. She was not nervous about the exam, but...
After breakfast, Tong Huaer looked at her cell phone before leaving, but there was no news about her.
Did Liu Fei not expose her today? Or in a few days?
Tong Huaer suddenly had the feeling that she was like a dying fish on an chopping board, and the knife on her head would fall at some point.
When he got to school by car, Tong Huaer walked to the exam room and was surprised to see Xu Duoduo there.
"Huaer."
Many children greeted Huaer with friendly smiles, but a cold light flashed in their eyes.
"...
Tong Huaer nodded lightly, didn't say anything, and turned around to walk to his seat.
Xu Duoduo glanced at her, picked up her phone and sent a text message, "She's already at school."
After the first exam, Tong Huaer picked up the painting and prepared to go back to the classroom for the next cultural exam.
As soon as he reached the stairs, he suddenly noticed that the people around him seemed to be looking at him intentionally or unintentionally. Tong Huaer frowned doubtfully and his footsteps gradually slowed down.
"Is that her? Tong Huaer from the art department!"
"That's right, that's right, that's right, that's right. She's a school beauty. She's so shameless. She can do anything!"
"It's so exciting. I thought I was reading a novel..."
Whispers were heard around her, and many of the students who had passed by turned to look at her. Tong Huaer stood in a daze, suddenly thinking of something, and immediately reached for his phone, but suddenly heard a sarcastic voice:
"Oh, isn't this the school flower who falls in love with her brother-in-law? Tsk, tsk, tsk, the school flower really didn't look at us! The man who actually likes his sister! What a shame!"
Du Xuefei, who had not seen her for a long time, was standing on the stairs, followed by her little sisters, all staring at Tong Huaer with sarcastic and playful eyes.
"Campus belle, tell me, how did you hook up with your brother-in-law?"
"Yes! This is not in your diary. We are really curious..."
Tong Huaer looked straight at them, then suddenly turned around and ran downstairs. Behind him, Du Xuefei and the others burst into exaggerated laughter.
All the way out of school, it was as if the whole world was watching her. Tong Huaer kept running and finally stopped in an empty corner of the park, holding his cell phone with trembling hands.
"A rising star in the modeling world doesn't care about love!"
"Shocking news: the little model falls in love with her brother-in-law! Do you still love such a goddess?"
"Purity is all pretense. It's true to fall in love with brother-in-law!"
"The model's love for her brother-in-law is written all over the diary!"
Almost all the media used her to make headlines! The headlines and high-definition pictures of her diary were all over the internet, and the comments on the internet were even more eye-catching.
Tong Huaer gripped his phone tightly and sat in a chair in a daze, his mind blank.
On the other side.
Zong Beili walked out of the conference room. Ye Shen followed him respectfully and reported, "Young master Zong, get the results of Miss Tong's investigation."
"...
Zong Beili paused, turned his head and stared at the rock with a frown. His cold eyes signaled him to continue.
"It's Miss Liufei!" Ye Shen frowned.
"..." Zong Beili's dark eyes suddenly turned cold. Ye Shen looked at him and continued," there was nothing unusual about Miss Tong those days, but the morning you went back, she suddenly went to meet Miss Liufei, and then...
Then Zong Beili knew that Tong Huaer didn't go to the airport and was crazy to leave him.
Sure enough, there was something behind it. Zong Beili narrowed his eyes and said dangerously, "So she wanted to leave me because Liu Fei forced her!"
"That's possible." Ye Shen frowned and nodded.
Zong Beili smiled coldly and walked towards the office. "Bring Liu Fei here!" He said coldly."
He dared to ignore his warning and target Tong Huaer again and again. It seemed that he was too tolerant!
"Master zong......" Ye Shen suddenly shouted at zong Beili's back.
Zong Beili paused in your footsteps and turned to look like a knife. Ye Shen hesitated for a moment and bowed his head respectfully, "Young master Zong, something happened to Miss Tong."
Apart from Zong Beili, who was in a meeting, even the bodyguards saw the news about the internet.
Zong Beili stared at the news on the screen. He did not speak. The room was quiet and depressing.
"Arrange the flight."
Zong Beili suddenly said. His voice was calm and without a trace of ups and downs. When he saw Tong Huaer's diaries, he seemed to have no reaction.
But if she really didn't respond, why would she ask to go back now?
After being with Zong Beili for so long, Ye Shen knew that Zong Beili's worst fear was not his anger, but his silence before the storm.
"Yes, young master Zong."
No one dared to question Zong Beili's decision. Ye Shen immediately arranged it.
Zongbei looked at the diary on the screen firmly, his calm eyes on the last few words: you are my love that I can't open my mouth.
Love?
Zong Beili's sexy thin lips pulled up a cold smile. His noble handsome face closed the computer, got up and walked out, his long figure bringing a cold wind.