Fang Yuyao recalled the day of her birthday. Zhang Lang received a call from her and left her in the office without saying a word.
She knew their relationship was unusual.
Looking at Tian Mafan's depressed expression just now, something must have happened between them.
She walked into Zhang Lang's office, he looked up at her and smiled, "Are you here?"[
"Yeah." She responded lightly, sat obediently on the sofa, looking at him quietly, hoping that there would be an explanation for the matter of leaving her alone that day.
But she waited for a long time, but Zhang Lang didn't speak, as if she thought that this had never happened.
She couldn't help but ask softly: "Alang, you left so urgent that day, what happened?"
Zhang Lang's hand was typing paused before he remembered that he had promised to celebrate her birthday that day, but when he left, he even forgot to say something to her.
He flashed his eyes and said apologetically: "I'm so sorry, I left you here that day. Because something urgent happened to a cooperation, I rushed to deal with it."
Fang Yuyao listened and felt depressed. He was indeed lying to her. He obviously went to see Tian Mafan.
They really have a relationship that she doesn't know.
For three years, she always felt that he had no idea what was hidden in his heart, and was always full of sadness. Now everything has been revealed.
The secretary's voice came from the inside, "Mr. Zhang, Mr. Shao is here."
Zhang Lang immediately looked at Fang Yuyao, "Yuyao, I have something important today. I will leave very late, so you don't have to wait for me."
Fang Yuyao had no choice but to leave in disappointment.
When he walked out of the door, he met Shao Zhixing. He looked at her slightly deep, with a strange thing hidden in his eyes.
Walking out of the gate of Daxia, she was about to raise her hand and call the taxi, and a Mercedes-Benz stopped in front of her.
The car window slid down, and a graceful woman in the car was smiling at her.
"Miss Fang, let's have a good talk."
"Madam, we don't seem to know each other," she said cautiously.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you, I just want to work with you." Ding Yafen had a faint smile on her face, which was extremely inconsistent with her style.
Cooperation? Fang Yuyao's eyebrows and eyes were frowned deeply.
"It's about Zhang Lang."[
Her eyes suddenly glared, and when it came to Zhang Lang's affairs, she suddenly became nervous.
But she was still vigilant about Ding Yafen.
Seeing her rigorous expression, Ding Yafen smiled and dispelled her doubts, "There is a tea art restaurant opposite, let's go to the other side to talk."
Fang Yuyao was in a daze, and she couldn't do anything to herself, so she agreed.
In the teahouse.
Ding Yafen personally made a cup of Tieguanyin for Fang Yuyao and smiled slightly, "Miss Fang, try it. The tea here is very good."
Fang Yuyao looked at her slightly, took a sip of tea, and asked directly: "I wonder what my wife wants to talk to me?"
Ding Yafen smiled calmly and took a sip of tea lightly, "Actually, there is nothing, I just hope you can actively be the woman around Zhang Lang."
Fang Yuyao was stunned immediately, hoping that her relationship with Zhang Lang could be further improved. What does this have to do with her? "I don't understand what your intention is?"
"Actually, you don't need to know what I mean. As long as anything happens, you don't leave Zhang Lang and serve me by his side."