Chapter 123: The rogue Mr. Tang
Chapter 123 The rogue Mr. Tang
Phone mobile phone, mobile phone.
Qian Yiman walked quickly to the dressing room and put her mobile phone in her bag before going to the banquet. She didn't know where her sister was now.
She looked around, but did not see her sister, so she turned and walked into the dressing room to look for her bag.
A certain ‘pervert’ who had been following along also came in and closed the door directly behind his back. Qian Yiman, who had just picked up her bag, turned around when she heard the closing sound and saw Tang Yuzhe's monster-like face. At this moment, he was leaning against the door, raising his legs and knees and stepping on the door, with his hands crossed on his chest, interestingly Look at Qian Yiman.
This bastard! do not know!
Qian Yiman looked back indifferently and took the mobile phone in her bag. She took it and quickly sent a text message to her sister, asking her to come to the dressing room.
"Qi Leilei." Tang Yuzhe saw that she had not paid attention to him.
Qian Yiman was filled with anger at the moment, and when she saw this face, she felt very angry. Thinking of what he hid from her, she didn't know the heartthrob Mr. Tang, she only knew the gentle and considerate Mr. Tang.
She turned around indifferently and looked at Tang Yuzhe coldly and proudly. "Is something wrong? Why did you close the door?"
Tang Yuzhe walked slowly towards Qian Yiman, staring at her with a pair of evil eyes.
Those eyes were just looking at her, as if they were seducing her.
Oh my God! Although she doesn’t want to admit it, her husband is so handsome, it’s incredible! He was so handsome that some people and gods were angry.
"We meet again."
"We haven't met before." Qian Yiman said coldly, bypassing Tang Yuzhe and walking out the door, lowering his head to check the text message sent back by his sister on his phone.
The younger sister asked her to go to the bathroom, where they wouldn't be afraid of anyone disturbing them while changing clothes. The dressing room was still a bit dangerous.
Tang Yuzhe suddenly grabbed Qian Yiman, turned around and put one hand on the door, trapping Qian Yiman inside.
"How could it be? Yesterday morning, you changed a tire for me on the road. How come you don't recognize me after a day?"
Why? Qian Yiman was stunned for a moment, yesterday morning? Has your sister met him? She didn't know, why didn't her sister say anything? I never heard from my sister that she had seen a handsome guy.
No, this is not the point. The point is that when he met his sister yesterday, did he do anything excessive? He hugged her and called her his wife? Or pretend not to know him?
Because they met yesterday, Tang Yuzhe would be calm when he met her today?
Thinking about it, Qian Yiman felt a little better. She was just depressed about not seeing her wife for so long. This man was too calm.
"What? No answer? Or, the iceberg beauty I met yesterday is not you." Tang Yuzhe's evil eyes kept lingering on her beautiful face, and finally looked directly into her eyes.
Qian Yiman swallowed with some difficulty, feeling that she was invisible in front of Mr. Tang, as if she were naked in front of him, unable to hide from those wise and charming eyes.
No, he couldn't recognize her. Even though he was her husband, she wasn't sure if Mr. Tang would tell his brother the truth if he knew that she and Leilei had teamed up to deceive the entire Tang family. Moreover, she is very annoyed now and is very curious about Mr. Tang's true background. She does not want to get to know him now.
Her old card has not been turned on recently, and she cannot be contacted, so he must be anxious to death. Just let him be anxious. She had been depressed for several days before. She couldn't be depressed in vain, and she also wanted to let him experience the life of not being able to find a wife.
Qian Yiman thought a lot in her mind quickly within a few seconds, but she was still as cold as ice, with her back against the door and looking at Tang Yuzhe indifferently.
“I don’t remember trivial things or people who don’t care.”
(End of this chapter)