His Wife Calls The Shots

"What does this have to do with temperament? Oh, don't talk about it. Let's talk about it. You have talked about those directors. Is the position of president safe?"

Cang Lan raised her eyebrows indifferently: "The more Cang Choose doesn't care about things, Cang Haotian is not up to date, and my father is eager to take over the power. This is the best time for me, and it is absolutely stable."

Xu Jiahui thought for a while before trying to understand the truth, and asked worriedly: "Will your dad let you give this person to Cang Haotian in the future?"

Cang Lan's eyes showed a fierce look: "That's for sure, after all, I am a woman, and my father will not be willing to pass the Cang clan to me. I am just a **** he used to fight for power from his uncle."

"Ah? What shall we do then? He won't restrict my consumption, right?"

Cang Lan had a headache with this mother, and said impatiently: "Mom, your pattern is too small, I tell you, you have given birth to me, you can already have inexhaustible wealth, so don't worry about that. "

"Oh, that's okay, it's okay." Xu Jiahui smiled again: "That doesn't matter. You are a girl, and you always want to marry. When you get married, you will be your wife and mother. It’s a man’s business to enjoy life as much as running a company."

Cang Lan pressed her temple and said, "Forget it, I don’t make sense to you. In this era, men and women are equal, and women who men can do it are fine. As for marriage, I can find a man to be married, and it’s not necessary to marry out. Anyway, I will not give in, I want the entire Cang clan to be mine."

Xu Jiahui was stunned, and after a while, she slowly remembered something.

She said: "Are you still thinking about learning from that Tang Qianmian?"

The name gave Cang Lan a meal, and she put down the tea cup.

He lowered his eyes to play with his newly made fingers, his eyebrows drooping, a pair of light and faint appearance, but the color under his eyes was as cool as water.

"Learning? Oh, those are all past tense."

"You don't like her? Yeah, you didn't always say that she is your goddess, you want to be like her and become a strong woman alone?" Xu Jiahui asked with a smile.

The former Cang Lan saw Tang Qianyan's news on a certain day. After getting to know this person, she completely regarded her as an idol, with that name on her lips every day.

"I said, it's all over, don't mention it." Cang Lan yawned and got up: "I'm going to rest. You should go to bed earlier."

Xu Jiahui couldn't understand her thoughts. She pouted and didn't think deeply. She took her mobile phone and made an appointment with a few old sisters to go shopping tomorrow.

After returning to the room, Cang Lan poured a glass of red wine and drank slowly.

She suddenly remembered Tang Qianxiang who was on the ring two years ago.

At that time, she was still a small manager of Minghuang, sitting in the audience watching Tang Qianfan beat Yu Manman, the national princess of country A, so she couldn't get up. At that time, her heart burst.

I swear that I will become such a person one day.

Later, she heard that Tang Qianyan was attacked by a group of monsters, and the wedding could not be done because of this, and she disappeared completely later.

There are many rumors, one of which is the most widely circulated, saying that she is already dead.

She also believed this rumor, because this version of the rumor made her the most happy.

The night was dim, she looked at the sky, and slowly poured the red liquid in the cup: "Miss Tang, now others say that I am like you, the second you, but I am not happy. I am waiting for them to say that I am better than you. You are strong, you are in the sky, wait and see, I will be better than you."

She smiled, her eyes hidden deep in ambition.