My Schizophrenic CEO Husband

Cheng Anran didn't expect that she and Tang Yiyu didn't have to separate before.

After she married the Tang family, she never separated from Tang Yiyu for a long time. It became a habit not to say that she was inseparable. At this time, she was officially affectionate and passionate. Of course, Cheng Anran didn't want to separate.

After knowing that there was no need to separate, she was excited and asked several times.

It's not how hard half a month is. At the beginning, Cheng Anran thought that her missing for a long trip had been replaced by intimate companionship, which really made Cheng Anran feel sweet.

In the evening, Cheng Anran was more obedient and softer than usual. It was not easy for Tang Yiyu to resist coming a few more times.

Tang Yiyu rubbed Cheng Anran's waist painfully when he fell asleep with someone in his arms.

Several families are happy and several families are sad. The two people here are mixing honey with oil.

Fang Minghui can only drink muggy wine alone.

In the bar, many people accosted him, but Fang Minghui didn't want to talk to any of them.

My friend clinked a glass with him and wondered, "a while ago, I heard that Xiao Guo said you were Congliang and didn't provoke people in the bar anymore. I don't believe it. I think he's kidding me. What's the matter? You're really Congliang?"

There is a lot of music in the bar. The card seat on their side can be a little cleaner, only a little.

Fang Minghui felt that he should paralyze himself in such an atmosphere. After drinking wine, he raised his eyebrows: "I met a woman and hooked my soul. Now I can't see what I met in the bar."

The friends peeped into each other's faces and all gossip began.

"Who, do we know which star model?"

"Are you good-looking? Are you right? You're not brothers enough and don't bring it out to us."

"Fang Dashao, why are you still hiding and tucking in? We won't eat people. If you call and hand it in now, we'll all meet and see how beautiful the woman who can tie your emblem to her."

"We are looking for Minghui. It must be the best of the best. It must be better than Xi Shi. Chang'e is so angry."

"I'll go. You're such a broken word. Stay while you're illiterate. Don't dirty our Minghui's ears. When the girl comes, you don't talk. Otherwise, people will think you're illiterate and won't let Minghui play with you."

A group of people were laughing and making noise. Fang Minghui began to laugh, but his smile didn't reach the bottom of his eyes: "what's the noise? He doesn't come, and the people haven't caught up with him yet. It's annoying."

A group of people suddenly shut up. For a while, one of them stared and said in shock, "there are people you can't catch up with?"

This sentence is really shocking, not exaggerated at all, not ridicule.

But because of this, Fang Minghui felt extremely ironic.

And people you can't catch up with?

Yes, before he met that woman, he was so blind and confident that he thought it impossible. It was impossible.

He Fang Minghui has been in love for so long. When did he lose?

He thought he would never catch up with a woman, he thought he would go all the way, and he thought that the people he liked would like him.

Maybe this is his emotional retribution for playing all the time?

Others used to say that feelings are debts and have to be repaid. He doesn't believe it. Fang Dashao in the natural and unrestrained world just wants to have fun in time and doesn't think about anything else.

After drinking all the wine, the air in the bar is suffocating.

"What's stupid? I'm really obsessed with people's physique. Anyone can take it? If it's too easy, I'll still like her so much because she's good?" he smiled and scolded to let these people stop talking nonsense.

A group of people came back and began to talk to each other.

Generally, I still can't believe the woman Fang Minghui can't catch up with, and I respect that woman.

Fang Minghui felt that the air here was suddenly not so good, so he stood up and said, "I'll go outside the bar to get some air."

He went out of the bar and took out his cigarette. As soon as he wanted to smoke, he thought that Cheng Anran smelled his cigarette and frowned slightly.

The cigarette stung for a while, and finally caught in his hand and lay idle without smoking.

After drinking, his mind was not so relaxed, but he felt like a fool.

It's useless not to know his deep feelings. He once criticized his silly brother with this sentence and taught him that when chasing a woman, he should face each other's deep feelings in front of each other. It doesn't matter behind his back. After all, the other party can't see it.

He theorized one by one, but how can he hold a cigarette at this moment and not smoke for Cheng Anran's sake.

Sure enough, human nature is double standard.

"Hello, sir, can you add a wechat?" a woman in a tight skirt and a small suit came to wechat. She looked good, but Fang Minghui refused without hesitation: "no, I have a girlfriend."

Who knows if the woman doesn't give up, she even said, "it doesn't matter. Let's make a friend and don't say no to your girlfriend?"

Fang Minghui scolded himself in his heart. It was retribution.

Let you teach your brother the former and the latter. Look at the face now.

He raised his lips and smiled. The woman thought he had let go. She quickly handed over her mobile phone and smiled sweetly: "handsome boy, you can call me Qingqing."

Fang Minghui: "I asked you to wechat? You don't look in the mirror. You look so ugly. You're not as good-looking as my girlfriend. Why should I accept your appointment?"

The woman's face suddenly changed, turned red and scolded: "you, don't ask, don't ask, you're sick."

Fang Minghui didn't push her hard at all and continued to fiddle with the cigarette in her hand.

At this time, an errand runner looked at him for several times and rushed over and asked, "is Mr. Fang?"

Fang Minghui frowned, "well, what's the matter?"

Errands: "Hello, someone called errands for you. Take your things."

Fang Minghui was immediately alert: "who?"

Running errands wearing formal work clothes, a little confused: "I don't know, just say it's your friend."

Fang Minghui asked, "what does it look like?"

The runner shook his head: "he has a cold. He is wearing a hat and mask. I can't see his face clearly. What's the matter, Mr. Fang? Is there a problem? Do you need to call the police?"

The errand runner always feels afraid to take things, but this is a file. There should be no dangerous goods.

Fang Minghui realized that he must be the one who gave him the case that day. At this moment, he raised his eyebrow and said, "don't call the police. I know who it is. It's hard for you."

He said he took something and called the driver directly. He didn't go back to the bar. He didn't open the package until he got on the bus.

Is it a letter or a printer that came out of the package: my dear friend, your princess will go to the location of his wedding dress fashion week tomorrow. I have stopped the dragon for you. Here's your chance. Her flight is here.

Followed by the flight number.