I Was Seduced Into a Marriage After Failing to Charm the Tyrannical Bigshot Chapter 175

  Chapter 175 My brother lost his horse

  Sang Minglang almost choked and coughed.

   finally stopped coughing, "Did you go to the hospital to find my sister? Or did you come to our place?"

  Shen Hanyu said calmly, "It's the latter."

   "The latter?"

  Sang Minglang stared at Shen Hanyu in disbelief, "Don't tell me, you live in the house next door, did my sister see you?"

  Shen Hanyu: "Yes."

   Worse than seeing him, she saw him and Fang Lan together.

   "Shen Hanyu, what are you doing?"

  Sang Minglang's face suddenly sank, "Didn't I tell you to stay away from my sister for the time being?"

  Shen Hanyu said truthfully: "I came to the capital to find someone, there are some things to deal with."

   "You can find someone to stay in the hotel, why do you have to live next door?"

   "Things are more troublesome. There is a set of top-notch computer equipment in the house, which just happens to be useful."

  Shen Hanyu explained, "The other party came late, and we left early in the morning. I didn't expect to meet Qianqian."

  Sang Minglang asked sensitively: "What do you mean? You were not the only one who lived in your house last night, there were others? Men and women?"

   Shen Han was silent for two seconds: "Female."

  Sang Minglang was simply furious.

  No wonder Sang Qianqian looked lost last night when she came back, most likely she found something last night.

  Otherwise, she has been normal these days, and when she came back last night, it seemed like she was hit by evil!

   "Shen Hanyu, what do you want me to say about you?"

  Sang Minglang's face darkened, "You know exactly how my sister is feeling now, but you deliberately took the woman to stay next door for one night. Are you deliberately provoking her??"

   Shen Hanyu's eyes were a little helpless, "I really didn't expect it to be so coincidental."

Sang Minglang was so angry that he completely lost his appetite, and the box lunch in his hand threw it into the trash with a "bang", "Okay, you and my sister will solve it yourself. If my sister really misunderstands, it will be your own fault. , no one can blame others."

   "I'll explain it to her later."

  Shen Hanyu said calmly, "How about you, brother, in such a cold day, you still let her take a taxi to work by herself?"

   "Why, are you here to settle my account for my sister?"

  Sang Minglang laughed angrily, "What's wrong with taking a taxi in such a cold day, my sister still cooks for me every day."

   He squinted at Shen Hanyu, "Speaking of which, I just abused my sister, what can you do?"

   In fact, Sang Minglang is still a qualified elder brother.

  Especially in the capital, he was worried about Sang Qianqian, he would take her to work basically every day, and if he couldn't pick her up at night, he would arrange an assistant or a company driver to pick her up.

  The family also hired part-time workers, but Sang Qianqian seemed to like going to the kitchen by herself.

   Occasionally come back early and take the initiative to help with cooking. On weekends, part-time workers are not allowed to come. She comes to cook three meals a day, which euphemistically calls her cooking skills.

   But these Sang Minglang didn't want to tell Shen Hanyu.

   Thinking of Shen Hanyu appearing in front of his sister with a woman, and thinking of his sister being stimulated into that state last night, Sang Minglang was really annoyed.

  The air was quiet for a moment.

  Shen Han Yu said calmly, "I thought eldest brother would consider her enough. It's my fault."

  Sang Minglang: "."

   scolding him around the corner, what is this?

   "My sister is more independent than you think. Shen Hanyu, you should follow our previous agreement and not interfere with our affairs in the capital."

  Sang Minglang was not angry, "Don't show up in front of my sister during this time. I don't want her to find out that I colluded with you and lived in the house you arranged. By then, I won't even recognize my brother."

  Shen Han Yujun frowned slightly, and at the end, he still nodded: "Okay."

   The next day is Saturday.

   I don't know if it's because I didn't sleep the night before and got cold again.

When   Sang Qianqian woke up, he felt a little dizzy in his head and a little hoarse in his throat, which seemed to be a prelude to a cold.

   When she went downstairs, she found a new member of the family.

   A middle-aged woman with a very simple and kind smile respectfully called her "Miss Sang."

  Sang Qianqian looked at Sang Minglang who was sitting on the sofa and typing at the computer, "Brother, is this?"

   "The new aunt at home, Aunt Zhao."

  Sang Minglang's face seemed a little bad, "By the way, there is an extra driver at home. In the future, when you commute to get off work, he will be responsible for picking you up."

  Sang Qianqian was a little surprised, and immediately laughed, "Brother, why are you so kind to me?"

   "It's not that I treat you well, yes,"

  Sang Minglang paused, "I'm afraid that something will happen to you. Didn't you read the online car-hailing news that made a lot of noise on the Internet a few days ago?"

  Sang Qianqian also saw the news. A few days ago, a girl was taking a taxi, and the driver of the online taxi was trying to do something wrong. The girl jumped off the body and was seriously injured.

   She smiled, "That's just an accident, don't worry too much, most of the drivers are fine."

  Sang Minglang thought, yes, I also want to worry, but your ex-husband insists on forcing me to worry.

  Shen Hanyu is a real dog, and he said that he should not be too troublesome, but he directly asked him to come to the door himself.

   even sent him a news link, which was the news of the girl jumping from the car.

   That's all, he also sent a collection of news about a single woman taking a taxi, which made Sang Minglang's heart skip a beat early in the morning.

  Shen Hanyu plays psychological tactics, which is really a must.

   Brother and sister had breakfast.

  Sang Minglang took the car keys and was about to leave, "I have to go to the company to work overtime today. I have a dinner party with my partner in the evening. You don't have to wait for me to have dinner."

  Sang Qianqian nodded. After sending her brother away, she went back to her room to read the professional book for a long time. Aunt Zhao knocked on the door and asked her to have lunch.

   I don't know if Sang Minglang has specially explained that all the dishes that Aunt Zhao cooks are her favorites.

   Inexplicably moved.

   Her brother has a lot of nerves. Although he hurts her very much on weekdays, sometimes he can't notice some very details.

   But this time in Beijing, her brother really thought about her very carefully.

   It's a pity that her appetite is not very good, and the meals that Aunt Zhao cooks are not much.

   In the afternoon, she felt that her head was getting heavier and heavier, and climbed onto the bed to sleep for a while.

   As a result, she slept until the evening, and when she was groggy, Ruan Xiaoshuang called her, "Qianqian, I've been waiting for you in the restaurant, are you coming soon?"

  Sang Qianqian then remembered that Ruan Xiaoshuang had made an appointment to have dinner together at night, and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Sister Xiaoshuang, I forgot, I'll go right now."

   As soon as she opened her mouth, Ruan Xiaoshuang was startled, "Why is your voice so hoarse?"

   "Maybe it's a cold." Sang Qianqian's intuition should be that he has a fever, and the fever is not light.

   "Then don't come and have a good rest." Ruan Xiaoshuang said, "It's the same for us to make an appointment another day."

  Sang Qianqian was really uncomfortable, so she didn't insist.

  The residence in Beijing did not have any medicines, so she called Aunt Zhao to come over and asked for help to buy a thermometer and antipyretic medicine, and fell back to sleep.

  In a famous restaurant in Beijing.

   Ruan Xiaoshuang hung up the phone and got up to leave.

   Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure with a tall and straight suit and leather shoes. He was surrounded by several people and entered a box.

   Those people seemed to respect him very much, smiled carefully, and shouted "Mr. Sang."

  Sang. Sang Minglang? !

   (end of this chapter)

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