out of sync love

Su Mian didn't answer that question after all, the silent tears had a kind of enlightening effect, making someone who was deeply in the Platonic illusion suddenly sober up.

How angry, Mr. Tang thought.

He realizes that something has gone off track from the start, and it's gone terribly wrong.

So he gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and said hello to the little thing who was crying and trying to escape.

Early the next morning, the two who hadn't slept all night sat face to face on the sofa and parted ways with each other's thoughts.

"Id card, birth certificate, sales contract, and repayment contract, take a look at them all."

Su Mian bit her lip with a haggard face, it took her a long while to answer "Mm" as if she were sobbing.

Mr. Tang's duplicity is superb, his words are cold, and he can't help but feel sour when he sees people crying. After half a month of careful raising, he has raised a little meat, and he lost weight overnight. Really want to die.

"If you want to pay back the money, you have to have a plan, right?" Mr. Tang thought as he clasped his knees.

Su Mian could only answer in a daze, the densely packed words on the laid out contract, as if her eyes couldn't focus, suddenly became illiterate.

"We have to follow the rules and conditions in everything. Only after signing the contract can we both be guaranteed." Mr. Tang said.

Yes, the logic makes sense... Su Mian looked at the man in front of him who was doing business in a daze, then picked up the pen on the table, and signed the contract.

He was so sad and stately that he completely forgot about himself and owed no one money at all.

It's not a good habit to sign a contract without looking at it. Mr. Tang sighed imperceptibly, then waved his hand.

Tang Mao stood behind the sofa with his hands clasped. After receiving the order, he took out a mobile phone and put it on the coffee table.

"Then, the contract comes into effect. From next month, 500 will be repaid every month. Cash or transfer is fine."

"...?" Su Mian looked at the new mobile phone on the table in a daze, not understanding how the number 500 was calculated.

Mr. Tang met his suspicious eyes and couldn't help laughing with the calmness of a profiteer.

"Why? Haven't all the contracts been signed? Look, your worth is 50. How much you can earn when you go out to work is calculated according to the market price. 500 per month is just right, and the fixed repayment is not allowed. You can't pay more, and you can't pay in advance."

Su Mian digested the unequal terms with her eyes wide open. The leisurely Party A turned her head and asked her secretary how long it would take to repay the loan.

Tang Mao lowered his head and replied, "In 83, Mr. Tang."

Su Mian's eyes darkened, and before she could say anything, Tang Hechuan said, "Oh yes, the mobile phone is not a gift either, just write off a zero and it counts as a year."

"Afterwards, superimposed debts were accumulated directly, and the repayments were not made on time, which would be two months."

"understand?"

The kid with no social experience was stunned by the coquettish operation, opened his mouth in a daze for a while, and subconsciously bit his finger to look at the contract on the table. The signature in black and white was still fresh, and it seemed that there was no way to go back on his word.

Mr. Tang stared at his soft hair for two seconds, then stood up a little irritably.

"Let's go if there is no problem, Tang Mao sees off the guests."

If I wait any longer, I will regret it, Mr. Tang thought.

Su Mian returned to the orphanage with a huge amount of debt in her hands. Tang Mao in a suit and leather shoes opened the door of a low-key luxury car and said, "Here we are, Young Master Su."

The tone was so natural and calm, Su Mian inexplicably felt hot on the face, as if the leather seat was burning her butt, and got out of the car in a panic.

"Thank you, thank you." He bowed slightly to bid farewell to the person, but Tang Mao turned his body slightly, and had no intention of leaving.

The dedicated housekeeper sent Su Mian to the dean's office. After a long time, Su Mian was hugged and patted by the dean's grandmother. Su Mian's eyes turned red easily. After hearing the news, Zhang Youquan ran in with a loud voice, shouting all the way. Su Mian's name.

"It's good to be back, it's good to be back!" Zhang Youquan smiled boldly, patted Su Mian on the shoulder and caught a glimpse of Tang Mao with a poker face.

"Oh, my lord!" Su Mian looked at the dean and Zhang Youquan to thank Tang Mao in unawareness, and finally Zhang Youquan turned his head and said, "Little Su Mian, I really want to thank Mr. Tang more this time, right?"

"Ah... yes." Su Mian inexplicably looked at Tang Mao nervously, but luckily the man didn't say anything, and left with a cold face.

Zhang Youquan chatted happily about Su Mian, he joined the Tang Corporation's security team, his income was stable and leisurely, his welfare was good and he was allocated an apartment-style dormitory, he still came to the welfare home to do volunteer work on weekends, and he lived a prosperous life all of a sudden up.

"Xiao Su Mian, why don't you go live with my brother, the environment of the building is very good, save you have to live on a hard bed here."

The big-hearted man excitedly sent out the invitation, but Tang Mao, who hadn't gone far, turned back and reminded him calmly and kindly, "Mr. Zhang, you must be careful in your words and deeds."

Su Mian still lived in the dormitory, but the hard bed was gone.

The dean said that thanks to Mr. Tang's generous donation, the equipment has been refurbished, the food has been improved, and even the volunteer dormitory has been equipped with air conditioners and big beds.

At night, Su Mian lay on the big comfortable bed and hesitated for more than an hour, finally she bit her lip and opened WeChat on her phone.

The only contact note is Mr. A.

Typed and deleted, typed and deleted again, only the moonlight shines in, and a nervous face is reflected on the screen.

"The orphanage, and Brother Zhang, thank you."

After thinking about it, he sent another one, "Sir", typed and pressed send, blushed for no reason, threw away the hot machine after sending, and buried his face in the quilt.

After a while, there was a vibration, and there was a reply.

Mr. A: Yes.

Holding the phone, Su Mian unconsciously pouted her lips, stroking her fingertips back and forth, wondering if she should make an emoji.

Just as he was thinking, the news came in again.

Mr. A: Don't worry, it's not a debt.

Su Mian didn't know how to reply, she stared blankly at the screen, and then was shocked again.

Mr. A: That is my own favor.

On a summer night when the air conditioner was not turned on, the night breeze sneaked in, and it was kind of gentle and soft. Su Mian's palms were covered with a thin layer of sweat, and after a long time, she said good night.