The black-bellied president forced his wife to marry

Chapter 80 This love is so heavy (7)
"Eh?..." Meng Zixiao retracted the toes that had just stepped out of the threshold. When he made up the nonsense just now, he didn't expect to progress to this step. The two old men were playing chess downstairs. God knows what urgent matter they need to use Tang Ershao. "Ah, by the way, let's move the flowers. Aren't those cosmos plants downstairs one of Uncle Tang's treasures? Hurry up! I won't freeze to death in the first frost."

Zhuo Yiqun is also a human being, she is not like other pampered officials and wives who are idle at home all day long, and she is still helping her father in the shopping mall, managing the huge Diyun Group in an orderly manner, how could she not know about Tang Song Little Abacus stood up and said angrily: "Don't let me slip away! Why, haven't you played enough these years? BHD has collapsed or something, and there is no room for another person? I will let Xinrui develop a relationship with you ,have opinions?"

"Aunt Zhuo, Ah Song is actually thinking that he will be returning to Di Yun in a short time. Wouldn't it be a gossip to let Ms. Mo stay alone in BHD?" The muzzle of the gun was blocked, but he was tied to the stern of Tang Song's boat. If Ah Song sank, he would have to be eaten up by the so-called "mermaid" and the actual "piranha" together.

Zhuo Yiqun let out a heavy breath again, and it was inconvenient to say more in front of Meng Zixiao, so he said harshly: "Never mind, I think you have been too carefree recently. Huh? Why did you go crazy at the chamber of commerce a few days ago?" Mrs. Yang asked me when she turned around, and she didn’t choose a sensible one when she showed her face, which would ruin the face of the old Tang family! I will discuss it with your grandfather tomorrow, and you will come back next year to take over 'Diyun', By the way, arrange the marriage for me too." After finishing speaking, stomping on her high-heeled shoes, she went downstairs.

Tang Song's heart sank, that damn gossip woman has blown farts into Ms. Zhuo's ears!and also!Meng Zixiao!

He stared at him fiercely, and his fist was about to stick to his face, cursing, "Damn you, which pot can't be opened, which pot can't be lifted, when did I say I'm going back to Diyun soon?"

"Ouch, your old man is still down there, be careful of the rattan waiting for you later."

Tang Song was so angry that his teeth itched, but he had no choice but to stop.He lit a cigarette and fell into trouble. Of course he knew the responsibility on his shoulders, but before he was thirty, his life became lifeless?
He hated the officialdom to the extreme, and he felt bored listening to those hypocrisy and high-spirited talk.He knew that Tang Zan didn't like it either, but because he was the eldest son, he grew up under the strict expectations of his grandfather and father, and the burden of the family fell on him.

Tang Song's ability to escape is also related to his grandfather's support.My grandfather had only my mother and an only daughter, and when he got old, there was no one to inherit the huge Diyun Group, so he set his sights on him.After graduating, he ate, drank, had fun and made girlfriends. He left the ready-made chaebol behind, but started a BHD just for fun.Grandfather was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at him, but there was an unconcealable pride and doting hidden in his scolding voice.

He was thinking about how many free days the old man would give him, and Meng Zixiao also began to swallow his clouds and mists, and said gloatingly, "Looking at Aunt Zhuo's appearance, I am very satisfied with Mo Xinrui, buddy, I wish you luck!"

Tang Song stretched his waist, his eyebrows relaxed, but he didn't care about this matter, and said lightly: "Cut, if they like it, it's not impossible to marry her when the time comes. What's so good and bad?"

He just hated his mother's suggestion to put that woman in his company. If he and Mo Xinrui were really married, wouldn't they have to meet each other at work and off work? What kind of freedom would there be?

For his wife, he really doesn't ask much, as long as he is obedient and doesn't make trouble.

(End of this chapter)