[Ode to Joy] My surname is Tan, my ancestor's original surname is Ming

Wang Manchun got up and left the bar, walked up to He Minliang who was still chattering, and stopped at a nose-to-nose distance from her.

"He Minliang, if you talk nonsense, be careful I'll cut your tongue off." As soon as she finished speaking, she made a sudden move, grabbed He Minliang's right hand, and before she could react, she stuffed her middle finger into the cigar cutter, "It's like In this way, one section, one section, one section, cut off..."

The two bodyguards of the He family huffed and surrounded him. Wang Manchun was hooking a cigar cutter, and the blade gleaming coldly rubbed back and forth on He Minliang's middle finger.This woman's movements are too fast, too accurate and too steady, and she has solid skills at first glance. How dare they act rashly, they can only watch He Minliang's face turn pale, trembling like chaff, stammering, "Let go... you let go..."

Tan Zongming's assistant stepped across and stood in front of Wang Manchun, separating her from the two bodyguards.Wang Manchun and him looked at each other, and the fellows naturally understood, so there was no need to say anything.She withdrew the cigar clipper from He Minliang's middle finger, raised her hand and pressed it to her cheek, "That's the end of yesterday's matter, I don't want to hear you talk about me again. If you don't accept it, you can just make a move, bastard." Yang’s, I’ll definitely take it.” After speaking, he changed into a gentle and dangerous smile, and patted He Minliang’s smooth skin affectionately with the cigar cutter, “But it’s not important for me to make a move. It’s not good to hurt your peace. So sister Minliang, go back and say goodbye to Lingtang for me, and you won’t be able to visit the door. Goodbye, see you.”

He Minliang is not a fool. In terms of right and wrong, she is at fault first. In terms of wealth, He Zhengliang is not as good as Tan Zongming. In terms of force, her two bodyguards may not be able to beat the opponent's two Lianjiazi. What's more, it is Tan Zongming who is beyond her calculations. A shocking "fiancée".

The hero didn't suffer from the loss in front of him, and cleaned up his broken mood after being abused by Wang Manchun. He Minliang cried and cried, and Lihua left like rain.

Tan Zongming immediately ordered his assistant to handle the matter of compensating for the shoes.

After seeing off the little assistant, Wang Manchun was thoughtful, "No wonder you spoil him so much, so this kid is both civil and military."

"That's right, otherwise I wouldn't dare to make such a big deal, and those two bodyguards of He Minliang are not putting on a show." Tan Zongming thought about it and quickly added, "Of course the main reason is that I have confidence in Xiaomei's skills. "

"And poor-mouthed." Wang Manchun twirled the cigar scissors that made great achievements around his fingertips, "By the way, I haven't asked you yet, what's the matter with this 'fiancée'?"

Tan Zongming stared at her hand, "You put that thing down first before we talk."

Wang Manchun chuckled, and threw away the cigar cutter obediently, and Tan Zongming sat down next to her shoulder, "According to the normal order, I should buy the ring first, then propose, and finally announce. But the situation requires me to do it the other way around. Just now It’s an announcement, now that I’m proposing, the ring will be the last one to buy, okay?”

Wang Manchun stared at him blankly, "You're serious..."

Tan Zongming raised his forehead, "Do I seem to be joking about this?"

"But...but..." Wang Manchun felt suddenly dull, unable to keep up with his train of thought for a while, and unable to think about the meaning behind his words, "We... you... this... won't be too fast Yet?"

"I wanted to marry you the first time I ate your braised pork."

"Nonsense." Wang Manchun recovered a bit, and the first thing he did was to pat him vigorously, "No matter how poor you are, watch out for your fingers!"

Tan Zongming held her hand, smiled for a while before put away the joking and said seriously, "Xiaomei, based on my 40 years of life experience, I want to tell you that the more cautious the decision is, the more correct it is, and this is not an impulse. , I am calm, rational, and sincerely ask you for an answer, Xiaomei, will you marry me?"

On an ordinary morning in August, this man calmly, rationally, and sincerely asked her if she would marry him.

Wang Manchun suddenly felt breathless, she lowered her head and took a few deep breaths desperately, before she could maintain a little calmness and answer him, "Tan Zongming, do you know that the Ming and Wang families are feuds, if Ming Jing is still alive, she would rather die I won't let me step into your house."

"But the fact is that Mingjing is dead. Your surname is Fan and my surname is Tan. No matter what family rules the Ming family had 70 years ago, they don't exist now." Tan Zongming put her hands on his lap, Wrapped in the palm of your hand, "Xiaomei, don't worry about my family. I am completely independent in matters of marriage. Otherwise, according to my parents' will, I have been married for 15 years and have at least five children."

Wang Manchun was angry and funny, "You are quite proud of being a bachelor at your age."

"I'm very glad that I have retained the qualification to propose to you." Tan Zongming smiled, "Xiaomei, answer me from the bottom of your heart, will you marry me, and from now on, be my Mrs. Tan for the rest of your life?"

Wang Manchun looked at the close hands on his knee, his thumb, his index finger, his middle finger, his ring finger, his little finger, and her own finger that was only a little bit exposed between his fingers. tip.

At that moment, my heart suddenly became very pale, simple, down-to-earth, and peaceful.What else is there to worry about? When she woke up in his arms and saw him staring tenderly at her eyes in the morning light, didn't she secretly thank God in her heart, all this was not a dream after all.

After counting his ten fingers, Wang Manchun looked up, "I am willing."

I am willing to marry you, and to spend the rest of my life with you day and night, with each other, rain or shine, life and death.

Tan Zongming was surprised, "You...you agreed?"

"Need I repeat it? Tan Zongming, I am willing, let's get married."

Tan Zongming hugged her suddenly, "Xiaomei, you are awesome."

Wang Manchun smiled in his arms, "Why are you so surprised, have you been rejected many times?"

"No, no, this is the first time in my life to propose. I just didn't expect you to agree so readily."

"I've always been a straightforward person."

"It's an exception for me." Tan Zongming screamed miserably, "Xiaomei, do you know that I have been tortured by you for the past six months, and I have no confidence at all..."

"I didn't see it." Wang Manchun muttered, who said he had no confidence, last night... he shouldn't be too rampant last night.

Tan Zongming seemed to know what she was slandering. He rested his chin on her shoulder and teased softly, "Mr. Tan has just started to rebuild his confidence. Please encourage and support Mrs. Tan."

The heat brushed past her ears, and she felt her cheeks itch.

"Mrs. Tan did a good job last night, but she can do better in the future."

"Huh?" It feels like something is wrong, they are discussing a very serious topic, right?But what the hell is this low, sexy tone that makes goosebumps upon hearing it...and his hands, where do you put them..."Tan Zongming——"

Mr. Tan did not hear Mrs. Tan's question.He is busy consolidating last night's results and continuing the project of rebuilding confidence.Wang Manchun was flustered by him, and somewhat resisted. After all, it was one thing to be lingering late at night, and another thing to do during the day.He clearly said that he was still very busy in Hong Kong, the phone would ring at any time, and that noisy little assistant would knock on the door at any time...

In the end, Wang Manchun didn't know whether the little assistant came to knock on the door.After repeated protests to no avail, she was still tossed by him all morning.After ordering the food delivery service, the exhausted Wang Manchun only had time to stuff two mouthfuls of food before falling asleep again.

Two days later, Tan and Wang left Hong Kong and returned to Shanghai as scheduled. (Don't ask the author what happened these two days, Boss Tan is really busy and Wang Manchun is translating to make money...)

Wang Manchun, who returned to Shanghai, caused a sensation on the entire 22nd floor.Tan Zongming informed Andy that he was planning to hold a wedding at the end of the year. Andy told Guan Juer, Guan Juer passed it on to Qiu Yingying, and Qiu Yingying reported Qu Xiaoxiao.

Qu Xiaoxiao held her chin that was about to fall and shouted, "No way, Fan Meimei, Big Sister Fan, Fan Shengmei, are they really going to get married? What does Mr. Tan think? Are you out of your mind?"

Qiu Yingying tugged at her, "How can you say that, Sister Fan is such a good person, whoever marries will be happy!"

"Little earthworm, little earthworm, don't be too happy. A person like Mr. Tan can't tell how much property he has. The prenuptial agreement alone will kill a lot of lawyers. Fan Meimei herself is not sympathetic to drink water." , Talk about love, talk about love, get married? It’s troublesome. Isn’t it the end of the year? Just wait, there will be a good show.”

Qiu Yingying was dubious by what she said.That's right, the gap between Fan Shengmei and Tan Zongming is too far away. It's okay to have gossip about a talented man and a woman's appearance. This is a serious talk about marriage, no matter how you think about it, it feels unreal...

However, no matter what the girls on the 22nd floor muttered, Wang Manchun still moved out of the hut separated from the living room in 2202.

Wang Manchun herself doesn't want to move her nest. Being a soldier, she doesn't have too many requirements for daily life, and she is quite used to living in 2202.But Tan Zongming said that it was too inconvenient for him to share the rent with others, and even if he wanted to take her home at night, he would not even go up to have a cup of tea.

"Are you sure it's just a cup of tea? I can bring it to you in the elevator."

Tan Zongming didn't speak, but looked at her pitifully.

Wang Manchun's heart softened.Tan Zongming is really not the age when Erlang has a lot of time to fall in love. Sometimes she can't see each other for ten and a half months. She finds that her longing is far stronger and deeper than she thought.Where is his plane, is the jet lag reversed, is he smoking and drinking coffee and staying up late... She doesn't have the habit of talking on the phone, and she is reluctant to take up his little spare time, so lovesickness strikes one after another. That night, she could only fight against insomnia alone with a big pillow in her arms.

"Okay, then move out." She surrendered, losing to him, and also losing to her little wish of secretly making trouble.

After moving out of Ode to Joy, Wang Manchun no longer rented a house alone.Renting a house that Tan Zongming is used to living in is not something she can bear. Since it is inevitable to take advantage of him, it is better to live in Tan's house directly.

"This is the best." Tan Zongming agreed with both hands, "Aunt Shun always said that the house is deserted, and there is not even a housekeeper or a housewife."

Wang Manchun wrapped his arms around his neck and announced capriciously, "I don't care about family or management, I just enjoy life."

"Well, well, just enjoy the blessings." Tan Zongming smiled with his eyes closed, "I must have owed you in the previous life, and I will pay the debt in this life."

"That's right, that's it." Wang Manchun nodded, speaking boldly.

If it is said that Wang Manchun, who moved out of Ode to Joy, has become a gossip hot spot in the community, Wang Manchun, who moved into Pudong Jiujiantang, has become a topic figure in Shanghai's financial circle.Over the years, Tan Zongming has changed countless women, but this is the only one who can live in his house.Many people are curious about the origin of this little-known Ms. Fan, and how she subdued Tan Zongming, who is known as the chief king of Pudong.

But Wang Manchun does not have a formal job. She stays at home every day and concentrates on preparing for the CATTI exam in November. Her reclusive life makes her more mysterious in the eyes of outsiders.

"Xiaomei, why don't you answer the phone all the time, alas, your brother and I are going to die of anxiety..."

It's her cheap sister-in-law. "I've been wearing earphones all morning, but I can't hear you. What's wrong?"

"Xiaomei, your brother and I have gone to Shanghai. I heard that you moved to live with Mr. Tan. We don't know the address, and your phone is not connected, so we went to Mr. Tan's company..."

Wang Manchun narrowed his eyes, "Have you gone to the ocean?"

"Yes, yes, he is in a meeting and sent an assistant to take us home. We are already in the car!"

Wang Manchun looked up out of the window subconsciously. It was only a ten-minute drive from Yuanyang to Jiujiantang. She seemed to be able to hear the sound of Boss Fan and his wife licking and admiring in Tan Zongming's luxury Mercedes.

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