55 seconds of heartbeat, Mr. Tang's VIP wife

Chapter 48 The Man Doesn't Talk Much
Tang Moshen put one hand on the steering wheel, and when he heard the woman's nonsensical words, the apology on his deep face faded away, and his tight lips curved slightly, which was meaningful.

"Do you think I'm uncomfortable with your intimacy?" He turned his perfect and resolute face from the side, facing her delicate eyebrows and eyes. into a crescent.

She smiled, with a somewhat silly feeling.

Tang Moshen leaned over, bullied her, and wrapped his long arms around the back of her neck. He smiled comfortably, "I don't reject your intimacy at all. Baby, don't worry."

The man's mellow and warm voice made Cheng Siqin's heart skip a beat. This man, who is fascinating in every gesture, has an irresistible charm.

"If I can go up and take a look while I wait, you won't be hurt. I didn't take good care of you. There will be no next time. Trust me."

Cheng Siqin pursed her lips, and her smile faded, "President Tang is used to the pursuit of women, and he doesn't know how to take care of others. Some things are unexpected, and that's a matter of course."

Indeed, after waiting in the parking lot for so long, a normal boyfriend would definitely come up to see if something happened, but he, forget it, learned a lot from a pitfall, and she believed that he would never be short of her in the future. concern.

Cheng Siqin talked about the place to eat, and seeing the man's eyebrows deepened, the smile on her lips was a little more cautious, and she looked a little sly.

After Tang Moshen parked the car, Cheng Sixin took his arm and walked into the restaurant.

At the front desk, Weikang was sitting in a booth with a cigarette in his mouth, and was crackling with a calculator in his hand to settle accounts. The person next to him coughed, and he raised his head with a frown. The cigarette dangling from his mouth suddenly fell to the ground.

I'm going...Old Tang, what does this mean?
Weikang just watched them approaching in a daze.

Tang Moshen copied the bag with his right hand, with a smile on his lips, "Boss, is there a private room?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Weikang jumped down from the deck and moved closer to the front, his gaze fell leisurely on Cheng Sixin's smiling face.

Cheng Siqin's gaze was also looking at him. The man in front of him had straight hair, studs on his left and right ears, and a colorful long-sleeved T-shirt.

Thinking of what Tang Moshen said last time in this restaurant, Cheng Sixin's smile deepened.

She wanted to see if he would tell her that the person in front of her was his good friend.

Cheng Sixin didn't choose a private room, so he found a seat near the front desk in the lobby, ordered dishes for a table, and discussed with Tang Moshen what he liked to eat while ordering.

The man sat there elegantly, "As long as you order bitter melon, I can taste the sweetness too."

Cheng Siqin coughed dryly while listening.

Halfway through the meal, the man didn't talk much, only a few words, none of which hit the point that Cheng Siqin was expecting, and felt a little anxious and anxious.

If he refuses to say that the man just now is his youngest, then it is completely nonsense that she wants to beat him to treat her sincerely.

Tang Moshen stared at the woman's face full of worries, from anticipation at the beginning, to waiting, to anxiety, every expression did not escape his eyes.

Which sentence did he say wrong?

Tang Moshen was a little impatient, "What's wrong? Why is your face so bad?"

(End of this chapter)