My Schizophrenic CEO Husband

Cheng Anran can play the midnight bell in the atmosphere here, but Tang Yiyu's painting style is obviously not quite right.

Cheng Anran almost choked and couldn't speak.

In fact, she doesn't want to trouble Tang Yiyu.

She knows that Tang Yiyu is not such a talkative person. There is a great probability that his words will be ignored and may be let go.

But she has no one else to ask.

Cheng Anran is beautiful. The beauty that can make men move at a glance has not only brought her the preferential treatment of the world, but also endless malice.

90% of all female friends are worried that she will rob their boyfriend, so they keep a sense of distance from her.

All male friends, no matter how honest they are at the beginning, 90% will expose their evil side at some time.

That's why when she was blasted as a junior, no one believed her and said a word for her.

She is too bright and beautiful. Compared with her, Lu Ning, who is pure and innocent, has higher credibility.

So when there was an accident, she was instantly blackened by almost all her female friends. They were already on guard against her. With this, they became enemies with her.

As for male friends, she doesn't like making male friends.

The only person who can really be called a best friend is still abroad. She can't solve her near worries. She simply reported the good news instead of the bad news, and didn't let the other party know what happened to her.

All the people who can be contacted after thinking about it are death options. The only thing left is Tang Yiyu, who has an interest relationship.

She called Tang Yiyu with the intention of dying.

Take a deep breath. Cheng Anran calms herself down. Tang Yiyu didn't hang up the phone to explain that there was still a chat.

Cheng Anran: "president Tang, I'm not kidding. I'm in some trouble now. When I came home tonight, I found a piece of clothes missing. I suspected that I locked the bedroom door when I slept. Then I just vaguely heard the sound of someone opening my door. I'm not sure if someone came in."

Tang Yiyu frowned and realized that Cheng Anran might have really met something. He asked in a deep voice, "are you sure you heard something outside?"

Cheng Anran was stunned.

Tang Yiyu's tone is not like his precise time-sharing tone, but his indifferent and low voice on weekdays.

Didn't he doubt himself?

Seeing her silence, Tang Yiyu's face sank: "Cheng Anran? Why don't you speak?"

Cheng Anran immediately recovered. She didn't know what was wrong. Her face burned. She was a little flustered: "No, I just listened a little. There was no sound outside. I, I just didn't know whether there was a real sound or my illusion, so I didn't dare to call the police directly. Otherwise, I'm on the phone with you now and go open the door. If there is someone, you can call the police for me."

Tang Yiyu's voice suddenly dropped eight degrees: "do you want to fool yourself to death? Go out now. If there is someone outside, do you still have life? He's not sure. Just wait outside for you to open the door."

Cheng Anran trembled when she thought about it.

She could not help but think that the man was hiding outside the door, holding a knife in his hand, and stabbed her as soon as she opened the door.

Fear swept up. Cheng Anran was so afraid that she took her nose: "what should I do? I can't wait like this all the time. What if someone really breaks the door impatiently..."

Tang Yiyu was a little impatient. He looked at his watch and said, "give me the address."

Cheng Anran blinked into the water. She never thought she would get the so-called sense of security from this man.

After all, she doesn't know him at all. Is he willing to go for himself?

She gave an address and could hear the other party's obvious displeasure: "so far, the Secretary can't go."

Cheng Anran's heart was half cold. He originally wanted to call the secretary. He was also obsessed with cleanliness. He certainly wouldn't come to his place.

The next second, Tang Yiyu seemed to endure something and said in a deep voice, "I'll go there now. Don't hang up and don't talk to me. I'll ask you to open the door when I get downstairs."

Cheng Anran's heart was suddenly pinched, some painful and some warm.

She bit her lip and said in a low voice, "thank you."

Tang Yiyu didn't accept his thanks: "don't thank me. You have to pay back what you owe me in the future."

Then he drove around.

Tang Yiyu doesn't really want to be a hero. He can only say that Cheng Enron has a good life.

Although he had a general relationship with his stepmother, his younger brother Tang Yifeng admired him very much. Tonight, Tang Yifeng ran to speed racing and had a small accident. He called him. He received the people and stuffed them in the hotel nearby.

As soon as I left the hotel, I received a call from Cheng Anran. Instead, it was closer to the non downtown where Cheng Anran lived.

If it were far away, he would let the white night come.

Cheng Anran is so clever tonight that she really doesn't talk anymore.

She held her legs and stared at the door. The call was connected. This alone made Cheng Anran feel a little at ease.

It was quiet outside, as if no one was there. She couldn't help wondering if she was wrong.

However, almost twenty minutes later, Cheng Anran clearly heard the sound of the handle turning again.

This time she confirmed that she had heard correctly. There were really people in the room except her.

Cheng Anran's face turned pale in an instant. He picked up his mobile phone and burst into tears: "Tang Yiyu, there is really someone outside the door. I heard the sound of the turnstile handle. What should I do?"

Just as she was talking, the voice outside the door rang again. The other party obviously lost his patience and planned to do something.

Tang Yiyu frowned.

He didn't treat it as Cheng Anran's illusion from the beginning.

He stepped on the accelerator and said calmly, "cover the quilt and don't make a sound. If the other party knows you're awake, it will only be more urgent."

As soon as his voice fell, Cheng Anran lost his color: "key, key, I heard the sound of the key, he has the key!"

Cheng Anran suddenly knew who the other party was, and her hair stood on end.

The one who can have her bedroom key is the landlord! Landlord Li Xin upstairs!

Is this pervert crazy! How did he get in? Where did he get the key!

"Is there a stool in the bedroom? Move the stool, sit against the door and hold it for three minutes. I'll be there in three minutes." Tang Yiyu's voice was still calm and confident.

Cheng Anran has been scared to cry. No matter how tough she looks, she is just a weak woman.

At this time, she can't panic. Otherwise, Tang Yiyu's voice is too calm, which makes her unconsciously want to believe that he can really come to save her. Cheng Anran even has the idea of jumping out of the window.

She hurriedly wiped her tears and replied, "yes, I can."

So please, come on.