Zhang Lang crushed the newspaper with one hand. He knew that it was published by his opponent's company, and no one dared to publish such content except his opponent's family.
Unexpectedly, they were still recognized when they went to disguise yesterday.
Shao Zhixing's eyes widened and his mouth twitched, "Alang, tell me clearly who is the wife and who is the concubine?"
"Uncle, don't listen to the newspaper writing."
"How can you let this happen and get the laughing stock?"[
"We just met in the mall." Zhang Lang explained.
"Anyway, I don't care. You must deal with the problem of these two women. Mengquan becomes like this for you, when do you plan to marry her?"
Zhang Lang's face dimmed and he slowly said, "I said I would be responsible to her and would treat her well. Meng Quan's head has not fully recovered. Let's wait for a while before checking the situation."
Shao Zhixing's emotions slowly eased, "Alang, Meng Quan has liked you so much for so many years, I hope you must be good at her. She is the happiest to be with you, she has not yet been unfortunate yet
As I came out of the facts, I hope you can always be with her, so I hope to send Mengquan here and let you take care of her."
Zhang Lang knew that he deliberately wanted to get closer to the two, and was also forcing him to admit his relationship with Shao Mengquan.
He knew that everything was because of him, so he did not refuse and agreed to his opinion.
After Shao Mengquan moved in, Zhang Lang became even busier.
I have to work hard during the day, and accompany her at night, enlighten her, and let her adapt to a life without light.
Shao Mengquan was very happy under Zhang Lang's care.
He would treat her very well, occasionally hug her gently, and be gentle to her.
But she always felt that something was missing between them.
Even the personal maid Hong, who was taking care of her, was worried about her.
"Miss, you and Mr. Zhang will get married sooner or later, but you are not like couples."
Shao Mengquan was told to his heart, slightly worried, "Sister Hong, what should I do?"
Sister Hong flashed her eyes and said a little ambiguously: "Miss, the reason why you always seem to be separated by something is because you and Mr. Zhang have not made the last step yet. A man like Mr. Zhang, if he had something happened to you.
He will feel that he has to take responsibility for some things and will not escape any more."
Shao Mengquan's face turned red and felt embarrassed, "Is this good enough?"
"Miss, believe me. I am a veteran and I know a little about this kind of thing. Tonight..."
Sister Hong said a few words in Shao Mengquan's ear. Shao Mengquan's face became hot and a large blush floated on his forehead. "This...this..."
"Miss, stop this. Anyway, you are getting married sooner or later, and this kind of thing will only happen sooner or later. Tonight, you should take the initiative."[
Shao Mengquan didn't say anything anymore.
In the evening, Shao Mengquan took a shower and sprayed some perfume slightly.
Sister Hong also bought her a sexy nightgown.
Zhang Lang came out of the study and brought her a cup of hot milk.
As soon as I entered the door, I saw that she was dressing differently than usual, and I was slightly stunned.
"Mengquan, drink the hot milk." He put the cup on her lips and carefully fed her.
Shao Mengquan drank a cup of hot milk, warmed up his forehead, dyed a touch of peach blossom red, and looked soft and beautiful under the light.
She took a few secret breaths, slowly approached Zhang Lang's arms, and said softly: "Alang, can you hug me?"