love addiction

Tang Mianmian looked at the busy men over there, and found that Qi Yunmo was not there, she must have gone to the house, so she nodded, "Go quickly, before Qi Yunmo is not here.

Fu Ranran took a look to make sure that Qi Yunmo was not there, so she walked over to Shen Shaogong.

Shen Shaogong was originally skewering chicken wings, but suddenly a person stood in front of him, so he looked up.

It turned out that it was the woman Qi Yunmo had been chasing for many years, Fu Ranran. He squinted his phoenix eyes and asked, "What's the matter? What's the matter?"

"Brother Shen, I want to know, how is Mu Han?" Fu Ranran asked bluntly, after all, there was not much time.

The corner of Shen Shaogong's mouth curled up, and he continued to be busy with the matter in hand, "I thought you wouldn't ask."

Fu Ranran frowned suspiciously, and looked at him puzzled.

Shen Shaogong said slowly, "Actually, I know about your relationship with Mu Han."

Fu Ranran's heart skipped a beat, and there was a begging look in his eyes.

But since Shen Shaogong opened his mouth, he still hasn't told Qi Yunmo, "His surgery consent form was signed by you, and the relationship stated on it is husband and wife, so I know there is no surprise, but I am just curious, Qi Yunmo Does Mo Zhi know about your relationship with Mu Han?"

After finishing speaking, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Fu Ranran again, with meaningful eyes.

Fu Ranran was naturally guilty, and didn't dare to confront Shen Shaogong's eyes, so she could only lower her gaze, a little helpless, "The situation here is a bit complicated, so I can't explain a word."

"Understood, after all, every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite." Shen Shaogong clapped his hands and stood up, "However, Qi Yunmo and I are young and close friends, so to conceal this kind of thing is a bit against brotherhood , I hope you can confess to him this morning."

"...I know." She nodded with complicated emotions.

Indeed, she once thought about confessing to Qi Yunmo.

But the current situation is a bit complicated for her to understand, especially the Qi family, and what Qi Yunmo said six years ago.

She was afraid, afraid that when she surrendered her sincerity again, what she would get would be those heartless words.

Fu Ranran thanked Shen Shaogong before leaving with a heavy heart.

And Shen Shaogong also carried the skewered chicken wings and walked towards the grill.

It's just that none of them noticed that there was a man with a cold face standing behind the green belt.

Qi Yunmo clenched the red wine bottle in his hand, his heart was already raging with anger.

She is married.

She is actually married!

And this time she came back to this place to treat her husband's illness, and even took advantage of him to ask him to help Shen Shaogong to treat her husband's illness.

why?
Qi Yunmo felt like a fool, kept in the dark, so stupid, so stupid.

Fu Ranran, why are you so cruel?

During his six years of loneliness, she married someone else?
Why can't you bear it?

*****
Because of Min Er's threat, Tang Mianmian conveyed the situation to Luo Feimo.

On the one hand, it is my mother, and on the other hand, it is the man I love.

Tang Mianmian was really caught in a dilemma.

As if bound by an invisible big net, unable to breathe and struggling to break free, he could only watch himself being surrounded bit by bit, but he was helpless.

Mood directly affected appetite, and Tang Mianmian had a poor appetite, which also made Long Yejue suspicious.

At noon, he also cooks himself and made a table of light dishes for her.

But she still had no appetite, so Long Yejue could only ask in person.

While the children were taking a nap, Long Yejue dragged her to the bedroom, "Bring it here."

"What are you taking?" Tang Mianmian looked at him blankly.

"The ring. Should I return the ring?" Long Yejue pointed to the necklace on her neck.

Only then did Tang Mianmian come to her senses, quickly took off the necklace, took off the two rings on it, and solemnly handed the female ring to him, while she held the male ring in her hand.

It was like an exchange at a wedding, she brought it for him, and he brought it for her.

It felt good to be back in place again, and the two clasped their hands.

Long Yejue pressed her head on his chest, kissed her forehead, and asked, "Now, am I the person you trust the most?"

"Of course." She nodded slightly, her eyes still on the ring on her hand.

"Then can you tell me now, what happened?" He raised his lips and asked.

The tone was very gentle and did not give her any oppression.

Tang Mianmian frowned and looked up at him.

Long Yejue's black eyes are full of tenderness, "From last night to now, you always look distracted, sometimes panicked, you didn't even hear Xixi call you, you look so preoccupied, what is the reason? Make you so preoccupied?"

last night...

Tang Mianmian lowered her gaze restlessly, avoiding his search.

It was after Min Er threatened her the night before, that's why she was so preoccupied.

"I don't know what to say..." she said hesitantly.

"We are husband and wife, and we are the people who trust each other the most. You can tell me about any difficult things to say, understand?" He said earnestly, and a thin light flashed in his deep black eyes.

"It's about my mother..." When she said this, she paused for a moment, and her brows furrowed again, "It's really nothing, it's just that she's not feeling well, and as she gets older, she will always have these and other problems."

Long Yejue squinted his long eyes, and a tiny light flashed from the cuff on his arm, "Then come to Jiangcheng, after all, I know more people than you."

"...Okay, I will tell her as soon as possible." Tang Mianmian smiled and got up again, "I'm going to do the laundry, you can do your work."

Long Yejue nodded, and the arc of the corner of his mouth remained consistent until she went out and closed the door before it fell down.

Tang Mianmian, what made you hide it so much?
Did she really do all that?
Do not!
He has never believed Xiaoyue's words, but these days, he has not been able to find out the whereabouts of Chen Qiuhua, and Tang Mianmian has been avoiding him to see Chen Qiuhua, so he has such concerns.

Not doubt, but worry.

Xiaoyue said that the person who pushed Zhu Wenyi down the stairs was Chen Qiuhua.

As for why Chen Qiuhua did that, it was because of Tang Mianmian.

Either Tang Mianmian harbored hatred because of being insulted by Zhu Wenyi, and encouraged her mother to push Zhu Wenyi away when the wedding was in chaos, so as to calm her anger.

Either Chen Qiuhua couldn't see her daughter's grievances and wanted to win Tang Mianmian's breath, so she pushed her downstairs.

All these inferences are valid, and it is already at that time, Xiaoyue has no need to deceive them.

Long Yejue closed his eyes, pressed the ring on his ring finger, felt the hardness of the ring, and felt complicated.

Tang Mianmian always felt that Long Yejue already knew something, or was suspecting something.

One night, I found one or another excuse, just not wanting to enter the bedroom.

After hesitating for a while, he mustered up his courage and planned to go back to the master bedroom.

But before going inside, her phone rang.

The number above was unfamiliar, so Tang Mianmian picked it up suspiciously.

Just as she spoke, there was a voice that made her heart tremble.

Min Er!

"Miss Tang, are you still asleep?" Min Er asked maliciously.

Tang Mianmian knew that he was a weasel giving the chicken New Year's greetings, so he didn't have any kind intentions, so he asked coldly, "Is there anything wrong? I'm going to rest."

"Of course I'm looking for Miss Tang." Min Er smiled slyly, "Our boss wants to talk to you."

Boss?

Black Yao?

He went back to Jiangcheng?
Tang Mianmian's heart tightened for a moment before she hummed.

Min Er transferred the call to Hei Yao.

Hei Yao's voice was low and hoarse, "Tang Mianmian, right?"

"I am, what do you want from me?"

"Your mother is in our hands, I'm looking for you, of course I'm here to make a deal." Hei Yao chuckled lightly, sounding extremely relaxed, as if asking her if she was in a state of leisure for dinner.

Tang Mianmian was the only one who was nervous.

She has always learned about Hei Yao from Luo Feimo. Since he is the boss of An Ye, it is naturally not a fuel-efficient lamp.

So towards Hei Yao, she felt a bit jealous, and her voice became weaker, "What... what deal?"

"Let Long Yejue give up the territory of Jiangcheng, and then hand over Tianzhe's business to An Ye, and we will send Miss Tang's mother back intact." Heiyao Lion proposed with a big mouth.

Tang Mianmian didn't understand things in the mall, so she didn't dare to agree easily, so she could only say, "I need to discuss such a big matter with Long Yejue, and I can't promise you right now."

"Of course." Hei Yao was so easy to speak, but he said with something in his words, "But I've never been patient, Miss Tang has to hurry up, after all, your mother is in my hands."

After speaking, he chuckled lightly.

This sound was enough to make Tang Mianmian tremble with fear.

"I will."

"Then I wish Miss Tang a good dream." Hei Yao smiled with satisfaction, and hung up the phone amidst Tang Mianmian's anger.

But Tang Mianmian leaned against the wall as if she had lost all strength, feeling full of oppression again.

The phone vibrated a few more times, she pressed it nervously, and what she saw was a photo of her mother dying.

The sender is exactly the number that just called himself.

There are five pictures in total, some are eating, some are sleeping, some are in pain, struggling...

Tang Mianmian watched with tears in her eyes, blamed herself in her heart, and hated herself for being helpless.

My mother is so old, why should she be allowed to encounter these things?

It was all because of her, implicated her mother, and made her experience these darkness when she was supposed to enjoy her old age in peace.

The bedroom door opened suddenly, Tang Mianmian almost screamed in fright.

Long Yejue's figure appeared at the door, looking at her in shock, wondering, "What's wrong?"

"No, nothing." She stammered.

The light in the bedroom is brighter than the light in the hallway, and the light reflects Long Yejue's side face, looking at it from her angle, it is a little colder.