My stunning female president

When Li Heng left Jiuzhitang, it was dusk, so he took a taxi and headed straight to Tianmen Mountain.

Mr. Tang promised to give Li Heng a villa on the top of the mountain as a gift. Li Heng had nothing to do, so he just planned to go to see that villa.

On the top of the mountain, Li Heng went to Mr. Tang's house.

Because Aunt Wu has met Li Heng, and the old man has repeatedly said this name these days, she still has a certain understanding of this upstart in the southern city.

He welcomed Li Heng in very enthusiastically, made a pot of tea, and said softly: "The old man is in a good mood recently, and he went out fishing in the afternoon. He should be back in a while. You sit here for a while, and wait." .”

Li Heng smiled politely and said, "Go and do your work, I'll wait here for Mr. Tang."

"By the way, the young master is racing cars on the side of Misty Mountain recently, so he doesn't come back often. Miss, these days, she often comes here. She is taking a nap upstairs. If you are in a hurry, I can help you go up and wake her up."

"No need." Thinking of that handsome widow Tang Qianqian, Li Heng felt a little scared for no reason.

"Then sit here for a while, or walk around. The scenery on our Tianmen Mountain is quite good."

After a few words of advice, Aunt Wu went to the kitchen to get busy.

Li Heng sat in the living room, blew on the powdered tea, took a sip of hot tea, and waited quietly for a while.

Mr. Tang has not returned for a long time.

Waiting like this is rather boring. I should have informed the old man in advance.

Thinking of the last time I swiped my pen last time on the third floor, I felt a little itchy in my heart.Immediately, I got up and went upstairs, ready to go to the third floor to write and look at the flowers and plants.Or on the rooftop, overlooking the scenery of Tianmen Mountain, it is excellent.

It was very quiet upstairs.

The sun has hidden beyond the mountain.

Li Heng went all the way up to the third floor, wrote a poem, and was in a good mood.

I went to the rooftop again and took a look at the entire Tianmen Mountain scenery.

Owning a villa here seems pretty good too.

Taking a deep breath, the night has gradually enveloped the surrounding fields.

The old man hasn't come back yet, Li Heng has gradually lost his patience.

Straight down the stairs, there was a light sandalwood fragrance coming from the stairs on the second floor.

Probably, it was Tang Qianqian's pretty widow's hobby.It is most normal for this kind of rich family to burn incense and sleep.However, it's been so long now, and the woman hasn't gotten up yet, so it's really unpredictable.

nap?This is really sleeping like a pig.

Just as Li Heng was at the stairs on the second floor, he took a deep breath of sandalwood fragrance and was about to leave.

Suddenly, there was a soft sound in my ear.

uh-huh.

It was clear that it was Tang Qianqian's voice.

What's going on?

For a while, Li Heng stood still at the stairs on the second floor, unable to move.

But then, Li Heng was slightly taken aback.

From Tang Qianqian's groans, he could hear something was wrong.

Although the voice was soft and lifeless, it seemed to melt the man in his ears.However, there was clearly some pain in that voice.

Now it sounds like Li Heng has noticed something unusual.

It was clear that Tang Qianqian was suppressing the great pain, and her voice couldn't bear it from her throat.

This woman is naturally obsessive, even if it is the voice of this state of extreme pain.Now it's intermittent like this, and it will make Li Heng feel a little bit hard to control himself if he hears it in the man's ears.

"Is Tang Qianqian sick, that's why she hasn't woken up after sleeping for so long?"

Li Heng thought about it, but finally he didn't go downstairs.

He went straight to the second floor and walked quickly along the place where Tang Qianqian made her voice.

From the door on the right side in front of the second floor, the sound came out more and more clearly.

The old wooden door was not locked.

Li Heng pushed open the door and shouted, "Miss Tang, are you sick?"

In the room, Tang Qianqian's painful voice stopped instantly.

However, there was no response.

The heavy curtains were drawn, and the room was pitch black.

Li Heng turned on the light in the room, and the pink light quickly illuminated everything in the room.

The pink gauze was opened.

Lying on the pink sheet was Tang Qianqian.

Tang Qianqian's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and her fair skin was rosy under the pink light.

Li Heng took a look and was startled.

This woman is really charming, even if she is sick, just looking at her is poisonous.

Like a rose that blooms alone at night, enchanting but charming.