Tang Hua waved for the driver to enter, looking puzzled at Zeng Shaoyu, whom he recognized as a “Haonan” young man, wondering why he was here.
“Xueqian, how did Mr. Zeng end up here?”
“Dad, I don’t know him. Mom doesn’t know him either, but he said he wants to give flowers to Mom.”
“Is he your friend?”
Giving flowers to Susuo?!
Susuo’s admirer?!
Tang Hua looked deeply at the dumbfounded Zeng Shaoyu, smiling and greeting:
“Mr. Zeng must have a very high opinion of my wife, which is the highest honor for a husband. I’ll accept these flowers on her behalf, as she’s unwell and allergic to fragrances, so she can’t be near them. I’m sure Mr. Zeng will understand.”
“Uh… uh, yes… yes!”
Poor Zeng Shaoyu, after recognizing Tang Hua as the CEO of “Tang Yuan Enterprise”, couldn’t say another word… Oh my God… how could this be…
“Nice to meet you, goodbye.” Holding his son’s hand, Tang Hua strode towards the villa, polite and cold enough to freeze the other’s heart.
Old Huang at the security room naturally hurried to press the door close button, shutting the poor man out again.
The cold northern wind blew, bringing a chilly front. Bare branches without leaves helplessly caressed the hair of the stunned man standing outside the villa, scattering his expensive lily perfume into the wind. The wind howled, carrying the flowers behind the bushes where a heartless woman crouched, laughing so hard her stomach hurt… secretly thinking how fun this was.
Must be as if waiting Like spring flowers waiting for the east wind to blow Heart like a flower blooming towards you 22
Chapter 7
