The rain stopped and the sky became brighter. At the moment, there were very few passers-by on this road. But any passing vehicle would also notice Tong en's side. The woman didn't walk very fast. Her small face frowned tightly, as if she was losing her temper.

"Mr. Song, I said you don't need to send me." Tong en frowned and walked on the clean Boulevard, next to a closely followed car.

Song Lian looked at Tong en through the window. The car was driving very slowly. He answered concisely, "if you can't get a car here, I'll give Miss Tong a ride."

"Yes, Mr. Wan, I am!"

"Han Cheng."

Han Cheng see Wan Jingting not suspicious, a heart finally put down.

If he is not too tired, how can he have a chance to dream about her in his dream.

"Overwork." The man tidied up his skirt, and chaohancheng glanced at him, looked at him for a while, then laughed and sighed: "maybe."

Han Cheng is no different from the past, but he looks a little grim. He looks at Wan Jingting and goes back: "Mr. Wan, it's like this. Yesterday, after we saw the eldest young master in the hospital, you suddenly fainted in the hospital hall. The situation is very sudden, but you can rest assured that you are in good health. You are just overworked and have a lot of rest according to the doctor's advice."

Wan Jingting calmly coagulates Han Cheng, his tone is tentative and serious. Yesterday, he suddenly lost consciousness. His memory stays in the last moment when he saw Tong en in the hospital. He remembers that he was almost out of breath. He remembers that he walked quickly The rest is a blank.

"What happened yesterday?"

Today, he was wearing a wine red coat. When he turned to stare at Han Cheng, there was an unspeakable evil. Han Cheng was stunned, only to see a smile on his lips.

Deep eyes have a flash of edge.

The man in front of the mirror is tall, handsome and calm. He has a wine red tie in his hand and is wearing it slowly. When his slender fingers pass through the tie, he pauses. In the mirror, a very light scratch is not long or short.

"Mr. Wan, you can have a rest."

At 7 a.m. the next day

Tong en knows that she shouldn't appear in front of him again. If she had refused some, she would not have the situation now. But is it really a mistake for her and Wang Yi? It's strange that she can't put down Wang Yi as she persuades herself to put down Ji Jinhe. The fate between people is good or bad, often not to make a final judgment, so she did not know what Wang Yi brought to her.

Tong en stood on the side of the road. Yu Guangli's silver car, which had been with her for nearly ten minutes, was driving out of her sight. She couldn't say how uncomfortable it was. The series of events that happened in just a few hours in the morning were unpleasant. First Shen Tuoyuan, then Tong Yutong, Ji Jinhe and Wang yizuoyan

"Since Miss Tong insists so much, I won't make you embarrassed any more. Be careful on your way

Song Lian nodded his head slightly, affirming that Tong en was paranoid. He was very difficult to speak, and he didn't want to accept anyone's help. Between ease and hardship, there was no doubt that the girl chose the second one. Did she want to draw a clear line with her husband before she didn't want to take a bus?

She slightly bent over to look in from the window, persistent tone: "I called a car, just outside, out of the Royal Palace, there will be a car to meet me."

Tong en suddenly stops the car and Song Lian steps on the brake.

His voice was completely devoid of the solemnity he had just had. It sounded very gentle and friendly.

The man opened his long legs and stood in front of the French window. He rubbed his chin and took it back. His voice was cold and said, "yesterday, who else was here besides you?"

“…… No, No

"Is it?" He chuckled, "it's OK."