Chapter 801 In-laws

"Ten more minutes." Lan Shaoyan looked at the time and smiled at her, "Go clean up."

"Okay."

Tong Huaer picked up his things and walked towards the cabin.

"Second young master, Miss Tong seems to be in a bad mood." Lan Yan stood behind Lan Shaoyan and said.

"Nonsense! If your face was ruined and you got divorced, would you be in a good mood?" Lan Shaoyan frowned a little irritably. These days, Huaer's behavior was normal. He talked and talked to him the same way, but there was no smile on his face.

"Where's Zong Beili?"

Lan Yan didn't say anything, and Lan Shaoyan continued to ask.

"I work for the zong family, and my life is very regular." Lan Yan said.

"What the hell is this guy thinking? He actually divorced Tong Tong, and he didn't even go to the airport when we deliberately told him to leave." Lan Shaoyan frowned.

"Isn't that what you wanted, second young master? Now that Miss Tong is physically and mentally damaged, second young master, you should seize the opportunity." Lan Yan suggested seriously.

Lan Shaoyan turned around and gave him a cold look, "Are you teaching me how to chase women?"

"I dare not!"

Lan Yan lowered his head.

In this regard, Lan Shaoyan was naturally an expert among experts.

Lan Shaoyan gave a cold laugh, looked out the window and said, "Get ready to get off the plane."

"Yes!" Lan Yan gestured to the others.

Tong Huaer's luggage had only one suitcase. She got off the plane with Lan Shaoyan. Just a few steps ahead, a small figure suddenly ran over and hugged her leg.

Tong Huaer shook and looked down at the blonde Frank in surprise, "Frank?"

"He said he was coming to pick you up. I was afraid you wouldn't agree, so I kept it from you." Lan Shaoyan said on the side.

Tong Huaer was stunned. He squatted down and touched Frank's little head, "Little guy, it's been a long time."

As soon as she saw Frank, Tong Huaer thought of the dead Tangdou. Her eyes suddenly became hot, and she quickly lowered her head in fear of being seen by others.

"Mom... Mom..."

Frank hugged her neck.

"Okay, let's talk about it in the car."

Lan Shaoyan looked at the child Huaer and said.

After getting in the car, Frank and Tong Huaer sat in the back row, reached out and grabbed the mask on her face. Tong Huaer couldn't dodge the mask being taken off, and subconsciously raised his hand to cover his face, but was stopped by the other hand.

Frank's soft little hand touched the scar on her face. His icy blue eyes were very complicated. After a while, he actually came up and blew at the wound.

This little fellow had always been used to being young and mature. Tong Huaer was amused when he saw his childish movements for the first time. He knew he was comforting her, smiled, took the mask and put it on, "Frank, don't worry, I'm fine."

"... It hurts" ...

Frank tried very hard to say a word.

Tong Huaer was stunned and shook his head gently, "It doesn't hurt."

She didn't lie. It really didn't hurt anymore.

"Sugar... Sugar... I..."

Frank held her hand tightly.

Tong Huaer was stunned for a few seconds before he realized that he was talking about Tangdou. He already knew about her and him.

Tong Huaer bit her lip and tears welled up in an instant. Frank looked at her and reached out to wipe her off.

Lan Shaoyan glanced at them in the rearview mirror, frowning slightly and saying nothing.

Half an hour later, the car arrived at Bruce manor. Tong Huaer and Frank got out of the car and saw Bruce standing at the door talking to Butler.

Frank suddenly ran towards Bruce, the little guy pointing and gesticulating from time to time, looking very excited.

"I, I will arrange a doctor for her." Bruce comforted his son.

"Mr. Bruce." Tong Huaer walked over to greet Bruce.

She had a mask on her face, but there were fierce scars on the exposed parts. Bruce looked over and nodded at her, "I've heard about you. Stay here and don't think about anything."

"Live here?" Lan Shaoyan, who followed him, frowned unhappily, "Do you think I don't have a house? I'm here to bring your son back. Of course, Tong Tong will come with me!"

"Of course you have a house. You can live there yourself." Bruce's expression was faint, with a' no one's stopping you' attitude.

Lan Shaoyan looked at him and looked at him coldly. He grabbed Huaer's hand and said, "Let's go!"

As soon as he took a step, Lan Shaoyan stopped and looked back at Tong Huaer in confusion. Tong Huaer looked at him helplessly and gestured behind him.

Frank held Tong Huaer's other hand with his two small hands, and the little boy stared at him with his eyes wide, as if he were a calf.

"Forget it. I'll stay here." Tong Huaer said to young master lan, "If you still have work to do, go ahead and do your work. Just let Dongfang Furen know when you have an appointment with him."

"Since you want to stay here, I will stay too. I have to ensure your safety."

Lan Shaoyan looked at Bruce coldly.

Tong Huaer: ..." This is Bruce's manor. There's nothing unsafe about living here.

"Wait, are you talking about Dongfang Furen?"

Bruce's handsome face was a little strange as he stood aside.

Tong Huaer and Lan Shaoyan turned to look at him. She nodded and Lan Shaoyan raised his eyebrows, "You know him too?"

"... Bruce didn't say anything. He looked at Frank and said," we have some sort of marriage relationship with her."

"... Tong Huaer was stunned.

"How did you know her?" Bruce frowned.

"She bought my painting." Tong Huaer looked at Lan Shaoyan and said.

"I see." Bruce nodded and shook his head with a smile, "Dongfang Furen has a weird personality. There's only one person who has been able to get into her eyes all these years. She still looks at your painting without even thinking about touching her. It seems that you and she are very destined."

"Is she weird?" Tong Huaer asked in surprise.

"Yes, very strange!" Bruce nodded and said to Butler, "Take them to rest."

"Miss Tong, please come with me."

Sophie Butler remained the same as before. Tong Huaer nodded and walked with her to the guest room.

Master lan yanfeng glanced at Bruce carefully and walked towards the guest room on the other side.

"Your excellency, it's young master Zong." His men came over with a cell phone.

Bruce glanced at it and reached out to take it, "She's already here."

"Is she okay?" On the other side of the president's room, Zong Beili stood in front of the french window holding his phone.

"What do you think?" Bruce asked instead of answering.

"...

Zongbei tightened his grip on the phone.

If she was good, how could she be like this, and how could they be like this.