Chapter 1938: .Come to me

"No."
"Then Mr. Fu is single now?"
Tang Moran frowned and glanced at the man weirdly.
What's up, he has too many questions, right?
Seeing Tang Moran not speaking, the man was about to ask, a hand suddenly grabbed his neck,
Fu Tingye stood beside him with a cold face, carrying him with his slender hands, as if he was carrying a little chicken.
Tang Moran was anxious, "Mr. Fu, no, he is not bad..."
Fu Tingye took an object directly from the man's pocket.
Tang Moran was taken aback.
She recognized that it was a very small recording pen.
This person... recorded all their conversations just now?
Tang Moran's face instantly turned pale.
Fu Tingye threw the recorder under his feet, and expensive leather shoes were crushed on it, and the recorder broke into foam instantly.
The man was pale and trembling.
"roll."
Fu Tingye looked like garbage.
The man was so frightened that he ran away in a hurry.
Fu Tingye walked to Tang Moran's side and looked at her coldly, "If you shouldn't say it, don't
Say, I don't like talking women. "
Tang Moran also knew that he was wrong this time, so he quickly lowered his head, "I'm sorry, Mr. Fu, I will be careful next time."
Fu Tingye couldn't help feeling soft when she saw her look uneasy and cramped.
Why is he angry with this girl.
Obviously he is still a child, and he is not wary of others...
It's not her fault that it was calculated.
Thinking of this, Fu Tingye's face softened slightly.
"Don't take it to heart, I'm not scolding you, I just remind you not to trust people outside too much." Fu Tingye
Frown, "You didn't have a good tone just now, don't be angry."
Tang Moran was startled, strange.
She seemed to have heard Fu Tingye speak to herself in this tone for the first time.
Is he apologizing to himself?
"I will be more careful next time."
What else did Fu Tingye want to say, and two people walked up to him to toast Fu Tingye.
As soon as someone opened it, people toasted in an endless stream. Fu Tingye reluctantly drank a few glasses, but the rest declined.
Someone said half jokingly: "They all say that the vice president is very good, so why did you drink so many glasses today?"
Fu Tingye finally gave the waiter the sour soup he woke up and chuckled, "I can’t drink much tonight. If I get drunk, she can
How to do. "
The women looked at Tang Moran one after another, their eyes full of fiery envy.
After ten o'clock, Tang Moran was a little tired, and propped his chin on the sofa a little bit.
Fu Tingye took her hand, "Let's go, go back."
"Aren't you going to eat with people?"
Tang Moran frowned, eyelids fighting up and down.
Fu Tingye chuckled, "You are sleepy."
"Ok……"
At this point, she would have fallen asleep.
"Let's go."
Fu Tingye supported her waist and stood up.
"Can you still go? Do you want me to hold you?" Fu Tingye said, going to pull Tang Moran's arm.
Tang Moran rubbed his eyes, "I can..."
Fu Tingye couldn't say clearly what people were sleepy, so he directly hugged her in his arms.
"Uncle Fu..."
Tang Moran gave a low cry, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Fu Tingye lowered his head and looked at the person in his arms, his eyes sinking, "Didn't you say it, you are not allowed to call me Uncle Fu again?"
...
Tang Moran woke up, it was noon the next day.
There are two missed calls on the phone.
It was his father Tang Daqiang who called.
Worried about what his father would do with him, Tang Moran hurriedly called back.
"Dad, what's the matter?"
"Mo'er, your brother and I are going abroad soon."
"what?"
Tang Moran sat up directly from the bed, a little surprised.
"Going abroad? What is going on?"
"For the project we are doing now, we are going to study abroad for three years. In these three years, we may not be back."
"This way..." Tang Moran was empty, but he still braced himself and said with a smile, "Then you have to take care of yourself."
"Hey, silly girl, Dad is such a big person, is it possible that he will still be guilty of himself?"
Tang Daqiang's voice was suddenly lowered.
"I called you... By the way, Fu Tingye is not with you, right?"
Tang Moran said "Yes": "He is not here, dad, just say anything if you have anything."
"Mo'er, my father wanted to tell you that your brother and I are going abroad. That place is relatively biased. Emperor Tiangao
Far away, Fu Tingye can’t help us... if you have the ability, just find a chance to run, our Tang family really can’t afford it
So much money, but I really don’t want to see Fu Tingye ruining you. You must seize the opportunity to see the opportunity.
Don’t worry about me and your brother. Once we go abroad, Pei Shengye won’t be so easy to act, even
But when he wants to do it to us, we also have time to prepare in advance..."
Before Tang Daqiang finished speaking, Tang Yuzhe’s voice came over the phone, "Dad, what are you talking nonsense, sister?
Only by staying with Mr. Fu, can we be prosperous forever..."
"Um, Mo'er, Dad won't tell you anymore. Be smart and hang up."
Tang Daqiang hung up.
Tang Moran squeezed the phone, only to feel that the fire in his heart was burning again.
Dad and brother have gone abroad, does it mean that she can really not worry about what she has, as long as she does it well
Just think of a way to escape?
Tang Moran glanced at the calendar on the bedside. Today is the fourteenth, and there are still ten days before her coming-of-age ceremony.
She must find a way to escape!
In the next few days, in order to reduce Fu Tingye's vigilance, Tang Moran could no longer behave well.
Even as soon as Fu Tingye returns home, Tang Moran will take the initiative to hand him slippers.
Even Fu Tingye asked a little funny: "Did you eat something wrong recently?"
I used to look at him like a mouse meeting a cat, but now it's better, knowing how to please myself.
Tang Moran said sincerely, "That's because I was ignorant in the past, Mr. Fu, you are so kind to me, I should
Of course... I have to repay Mr. Fu well. "
Fu Tingye smiled twice because of unknown reasons.
Tang Moran went to the kitchen and made a cup of coffee for Fu Tingye. When he came out, he saw Fu Tingye was talking with someone.
He loosened his tie in one hand, and talked to the person at the other end while holding the phone.
"You in Nancheng will make arrangements first, and I will be there next week."
It sounds like Fu Tingye is going on a business trip.
But in the next second, Tang Moran's expression changed, and the water glass in his hand almost fell to the ground.
"South City..."
She suddenly remembered the conversation she heard in the corridor the last time she had a meal with her father and brother.
What is it?
As long as Fu Tingye goes to Nancheng, he will definitely let him go without returning...
Tang Moran's face turned pale a little.
She put the coffee on the coffee table and kept listening to Fu Tingye's call.
After a while, Fu Tingye hung up the phone, turned around, and saw Tang Moran standing there, seemingly
In a daze, he walked over, then sat on the sofa, picked up the coffee that Tang Moran had just made on the coffee table,
After taking a sip, it was a rare admiration: "The craftsmanship has improved a lot."
Tang Moran's thoughts still stayed on the phone call from Fu Tingye just now. Is he going to Nancheng? He really wants to go
Nancheng?
When Fu Tingye saw that he had finished speaking, Tang Moran didn't seem to have any reaction. He just stood there in a daze.
He picked up his head and asked quietly, "What do you want to be so absorbed?"
Tang Moran heard the sound suddenly, and immediately reacted. Seeing Fu Tingye's gaze kept falling on him, his eyebrows
With a slightly frowning head, she immediately explained: "No...no."
Despite this, Fu Tingye could clearly see that Tang Moran's brows were frowned, and the little girl was not good at talking.
Lie, so he patted his side and said, "Sit here."
Tang Moran looked at it and immediately said, "No, Mr. Fu, I just stand here."
She was afraid, especially afraid of sitting next to Fu Tingye. Just standing next to him, she would feel quite
Pressure, let alone sitting next to him.
"So, you need me to emphasize it again, don't you?" His tone was already a little low, with obvious displeasure.