"She is An An's mother. I can stop her from returning home, but I can't do it as you said."

After all, she gave birth to An An.

"That's nothing to talk about."

Tang Muxia wrapped her arms around her chest, just in line with his wishes.

I didn't want to continue to get entangled with him. I had a debt four years ago, and I thought I wouldn't bother with Yi Menghui if I didn't return home.

But since she has come back and has discovered her identity by them, she will definitely not let it go.

"I can ask her to apologize to you, and I can compensate you, and you can do anything you want."

Di Tingye looked at Tang Muxia seriously with deep eyebrows.

There is no point in joking.

That kind of paranoidness and seriousness can be seen by Tang Muxia's naked eyes.

"No, I only have this condition, otherwise we will have no talks!" Tang Muxia would not give in at all.

She doesn't need to apologize, she needs Yi Menghui to experience her past pain.

The feeling of life being worse than death has been trapped like a nightmare for many years!

Seeing that she was very tough, if she continued to talk, there would definitely be new conflicts between the two.

The two looked at each other, and neither gave in first.

The next second, Di Tingye suddenly lowered his head and frowned, looking in pain.

"Hiss... I didn't sleep well, and I had a headache." Di Tingye sat down and rubbed his painful head.

Tang Muxia: “…”

This poor acting skill made her really unable to bear to look at it.

"Xia Xia, I have a headache. Please give me a shout."

Tang Muxia really never expected that Di Tingye would have such an outing.

But no matter how you look at it, you feel something is wrong.

"Really or not?"

"Really, I'm lying to you as a puppy." Di Tingye said, and said in his heart.

There was no way, Tang Muxia went out to call the doctor.

While the doctor was examining him, she and Nangong stood outside and waited.

"I heard that he still has a sleep disorder, but hasn't he recovered yet?"

"No, the boss's hidden disease has never been better, and his sleep quality is not very good. Over the years, he has been living in guilt for you and An An's worries. He is exhausted, so he has a knot..." Nangong shrugged.

"Your boss is not so fragile, right?"

Just now, he looked like he wanted to see Di Tingye being taken into trouble.

Why did it suddenly become solemn?

"Me!" Nangong looked confused.

Why do women these days turn against each other faster than reading books?

"The boss is going to have a lot of trouble every day. Since Miss Tang is back, when will she go to see the old lady? She is also very concerned about you."

"Let's see again in the future. If you dare to tell others about this, you will know about it." Tang Muxia made a move to wipe her neck, her clear eyes squinted instantly, and there was a terrible look in her eyes staring at Nangong.

And Di Tingye came out not long after entering.

As soon as I came out, I saw Tang Muxia and Nangong under the grape rack, which were slightly intimate.

Di Tingye had just diagnosed that he was told of his improvement. After seeing Tang Muxia and Nangong standing together again, his face suddenly became cold and his aura was as cold as Yama.

Tang Muxia came to her senses and saw Di Tingye at the door.

"Warning you, I will tear you up with my big mouth!" Tang Muxia clenched her fists and whispered to Nangong.

The murderous look was as if he was about to silence his mouth.

Who would have thought that the little woman who looked sweet and cute just now suddenly changed her face and became so straightforward.

The heroic killing on Tang Muxia seemed to shock Nangong, and she actually felt a bit handsome...

Di Tingye's face was not good, and Tang Muxia asked slowly.

"How is your injury? It's okay."

"I can't die!"

Di Tingye seemed to be on the verge of coldness and his face looked extremely bad.

Sitting quietly on the sofa and looking out the window.

Nanamiya thought that the young master's condition had improved this time, which should have been a happy thing.

But suddenly he became so cold. Could it be that he had just said a few words to Miss Tang and then his young master was jealous? So he was in a bad mood?

Nangong Dan looked back frequently.

"Young Master, we will go to another meeting and an invitation to dinner. If so, you need to confirm whether you are attending. If so, I have told the design director in advance that the stylists are waiting. "Due to the atmosphere, Nangong had to find the topic by himself.

"Um."

"The banquet is at night. Does the young master need to go back and rest first, or..."

"You go down first." Di Tingye said coldly.

"Okay..." Nangong wanted to make up the idea of ​​going downstairs alone to relax.

Looking at Tang Muxia again, she fell into the meditation of a series of memories.

It was completely unconcerned that the conversation between the two of them was really stiff.

After Nangong walked outside the door, Di Tingye returned to the sofa and sat down.

His eyebrows were frowning, and his face was even a little pale.

That expression seemed exactly the same as when I saw him suffer from pain.

She is a doctor, how could she not tell?

"If you feel uncomfortable, lean on the sofa and I will press it for you. I will die suddenly at my place later. I will jump into the Yellow River and I can't wash it."

The little hand pressed his temple, and a warm temperature came from his soft palm. Di Tingye wanted to speak but stopped, and his voice was a bit hoarse comfort.

"I'm fine." The deep black eyes suddenly tendered Tang Muxia's nervous little face gently. Di Tingye raised his long eyebrows slightly, and the corners of his lips, which were always cold and hard, were slightly invisible and pulled a curve apart.

Is she feeling sorry for him?

Di Tingye himself wanted to speak out to scold Nangong, but when he saw Tang Muxia's worried and scared look, his delicate little face as delicate as a doll, his clear water eyes were full of concern for him.

Suddenly, Di Tingye's heart was warmed by her.

Di Tingye was afraid that she would worry too much and wanted to sit up.

"Hey, be careful when you move, don't you have a headache?"

After Tang Muxia finished speaking, let alone himself, even Nangong straightened up and held his breath and concentrated.

I don’t feel that these four words are taboos in the young master’s mind… no one dares to mention them.

"What Nangong told you?"

Di Tingye's heart sank.

Tang Muxia did not answer the conversation.

Di Tingye suddenly realized.

"You don't need to pity me! What else did he say to you!"

The warmth that Di Tingye had just felt was instantly extinguished by a basin of water.

It turns out that he is pitiful to him because of his hidden disease, so he is so pity for himself.

He actually thought she was really worried that she would be injured, so she moved. It was ridiculous.

Di Tingye sat back in his seat.

"Di Ting Ye..."

"Shut up, you're very noisy!" Di Tingye turned his head and continued to look out the window.

Sometimes there is a pain in my heart, except for self-licking and healing, whatever others say or do will be regarded as a kind of pity.

As powerful as his Di Tingye, how could someone be able to be snatched from the weak?

When Tang Muxia saw Di Tingye, who was so resistant to others thousands of miles away, his heart was little by little.

But I also chose to shut up.

"Lit down and don't move!"

No matter how Di Tingye's attitude was, she still pressed him on the sofa toughly.

Di Tingye was impatient and very resistant.
To be continued...