Sheng Chong's lovely wife: The professor's husband is the president

Chapter 57 Little Warmth (1)

After Tang Ruochen finished making the phone call, he poured her a cup of hot water, "Dr. Shen is my personal doctor. If you persist for a while, he will be here soon."

In fact, she heard the sound of his calling outside, and his explanation at the end, so... who is she to him?friend?nanny?Still a student?Why didn't he say it out, but instead used the words 'is a woman' instead?

It turns out that Dr. Shen, who is well-known in the medical field, is actually his personal doctor?
Tang Ruochen is the president of the Tang Corporation, not an ordinary person. His personal doctors all signed a confidentiality agreement. In principle, apart from Tang Ruochen, no one else can see a doctor, but... if he is really in his heart, It's nothing, why should he use his personal doctor to treat himself.

She mulled over his short words for a long time in her mind, and after a moment of silence, Tang Ruochen continued, "What do you want to ask me?"

Lan Weiwei was distracted just now, and she didn't recover until Tang Ruochen spoke again. She looked up to see his expression, as usual, expressionless and cold, how could he like her, maybe it was really her Think too much.

When the words came to his lips, all the questions were swallowed for a while. When he smelled the pungent perfume, Lan Weiwei felt astringent in his heart. He was so bitter that he couldn't speak. After a long time, he choked out a sentence: "I I'm allergic to the smell of the perfume on your body, suddenly... I can't remember what to ask, it's not something important."

Tang Ruochen was slightly surprised when he heard this, "Are you allergic to this smell?"

Maybe because of women's competitive psychology, Lan Weiwei deliberately covered her nose, and said with a look of disgust, "And it smells so bad!"

"Bad smell?"

I don't know what happened today, she said something, and he repeated it, Lan Weiwei nodded, pretending to be casual and asked: "Yes... But, the perfume smell on your body doesn't seem to be yours, but your friend's?"

Who knows, Tang Ruochen didn't pay attention to the meaning behind her words at all, and asked instead: "Why, are you familiar with my smell?"

"I..." Just this morning, he was still sleeping on her bed, how could she forget.

Because of her shyness, a faint blush appeared on her cheeks, she looked very attractive, Tang Ruochen couldn't help but take a few more glances, from her forehead to her delicate facial features, her eyes were so beautiful, black and round , I didn't realize before that her eyes are so bright.

She lowered her head and stammered for a long time, but she didn't answer why. It was obvious that she wanted to ask him, but now her voice was softer than a mosquito.

For some reason, seeing Lan Weiwei like this made Tang Ruochen feel a little more happy at this moment.

Just when Lan Weiwei couldn't speak a word, his voice came from next to his ear again: "Does your stomach still hurt?"

Compared with usual, his voice was not as cold as before, but much softer. Lan Weiwei only felt his gentleness like a spring breeze, like an electric shock, and looked at him in astonishment, as if after he entered this room, he had forgotten Stomach hurts about it.

In fact, she was no longer angry in her heart, but she was struggling rationally, calling out: Lan Weiwei, are you promising?He just scolded you this morning!
In the past, she couldn't understand why Xia Ning would bow his head and admit his mistakes like those men, and begged for forgiveness. Although in her opinion, those people were not worth Xia Ning's actions, but today in front of Tang Ruochen, Lan Weiwei suddenly understood a sentence, Love really does make people humble.

(End of this chapter)