She thought that people should be cowardly when they should be.
"Are you in a good mood because you felt good last night?"
"…" In the mirror, Tang Bao's face was very red.
"I didn't expect you to feel so good just rubbing outside. If you really do it, won't you feel so good that you'll cry?"
Tang Bao's face was so red that it was about to bleed.
She didn't want to listen anymore, so she turned and ran out of the bathroom.
She ran to the cloakroom where Di Haotian wasn't.
Tang Bao couldn't calm down.
She didn't understand why the magic of one hand was so strong.
If they really did it, would the feeling be even stronger?
How uncontrollable and terrifying would that be?
Would she die?
But didn't others say that it would be very painful?
Tang Bao had the dilemma of adolescence.
In the morning, she left the room first. As soon as she went downstairs, Zhang Li ran over.
She looked a little uneasy. "Young Madam, that day I really saw Lan … Chrysanthemum go to the back of the castle. I didn't expect that to happen … I didn't do it on purpose."
"Who said you did it on purpose?" Tang Bao asked in confusion.
"But if I didn't say that the chrysanthemum was behind, Young Madam wouldn't have gone there, and Young Madam and Young Master Di wouldn't have misunderstood."
"It has nothing to do with you. Don't burden yourself."
Didn't Tang Bao know that?
She knew how scheming Lan Wanrou was.
He knew that she and Di Junbai were behind the castle and deliberately led Di Haotian there.
He was really good at scheming.
Tang Bao, who was walking to the dining room, suddenly thought of something and shouted, "Oh!"
Zhang Li was startled and ran over. "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
Di Haotian, who was going downstairs, appeared in front of Tang Bao and hugged her. His dark eyebrows were knitted. "Where are you feeling unwell?"
"My bag. The black card in it is all money!"
"…"
Seeing that Di Haotian's expression was not good, Tang Bao asked carefully, "Can't you get it back?"
"… In the room."
"Ah? I didn't notice. You got it back? Oh my god, that scared me to death. How much money did we lose? "
Zhang Li smiled at the side. "It's okay. Even if you lose it, Young Master can cancel it. You won't lose a single cent."
"Why didn't you say so earlier?"
"…" Zhang Li, you didn't ask …
At this moment, Di Haotian's cold voice sounded, "Where's your phone?"
"M-phone? That … should have dropped it. "Tang Bao rolled his eyes twice and then ran into the restaurant.
She sat in front of the table and ate with her head lowered.
Then, a new cell phone was placed beside her hand.
"Is this … for me?" Tang Bao knew it was unnecessary to ask this question because it was suitable for girls.
But asking was a way to show her reserved attitude!
"You can throw it again next time," Di Haotian said.
"…" Tang Bao could not tell if he was joking or not.
In the company office, Wan Milai, who had finished his work, ran to Tang Bao and asked, "Young Master, did you find out who was behind this?"
"No."
"Really?"
"How can it be so fast?" Tang Bao thought for a while and said, "Even if he didn't find out, I feel that it's not far from the truth."
"There's a suspect? Who? "
"It's the dark side of the Di family that you told me about last time."
"Ah? What does that have to do with the two of us? We're not Di Haotian! "Wan Milai was so shocked that she almost shouted out.
"That's right. What's in it for Second Uncle to kill the two of us? It's easy to expose his whereabouts. Is he stupid? "Tang Bao felt very strange.
He could not figure it out.
Wan Milai was also thinking about it and suddenly realized, "I know."
"Know what?"
"Think about it. If you were burned to death, who would suffer the most?"
"You?"
"No."
Tang Bao was unhappy, "You won't even feel the pain if I'm burned to death?" What a waste of a friend.
"I mean the most painful."
"Won't you be the most painful?"
"F * ck, can't you speak properly?" Wan Milai wanted to beat someone up.
Tang Bao pouted, "Then who would suffer the most?"
"If you were burned to death, wouldn't the Young Master be the most painful?" Wan Milai told her, "Seeing Di Haotian in pain and finally being overwhelmed by grief, he would follow you. Wouldn't Second Uncle of the Di family win? "
Tang Bao's black and white eyes faintly turned to Wan Milai, "What the hell are you talking about? Di Haotian in pain? Unable to recover and dying with me? I say, can you read less of those unrealistic CEO novels? "
"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong? Look at the way Young Master looks at you, and after saving you yesterday, he hugged you and didn't let go. That affectionate and scared expression, he will definitely take things too hard because of you. "
Tang Bao felt that Wan Milai's words were even more unbelievable.
The sky was so dark last night, how could she see so clearly?
Why didn't she see it?
"Why don't you believe me?"
"Of course not. With Di Haotian's qualifications, if I die, he will definitely immediately turn around and marry someone else. Don't forget why he married me. Without me, he might be happier. "
"You're a little heartless," Wan Milai said. Then, she asked, "Then tell me, what is Second Uncle of the Di family's intention? He has no feud with you. "
Tang Bao really couldn't say it.
Other than the fact that she was Di Haotian's wife, there was no value in dealing with her.
"This kind of person has a psychological problem. If I don't like you, I will kill all the people you care about. This is the most terrifying revenge in the world. Do you understand? "
Tang Bao turned to look at Wan Milai.
"What?" Wan Milai felt uncomfortable under her gaze.
"You're good. You can even think of such thoughts. I think you're better than Di Lingyue. But I like it. "
"Do you think I'm wrong?"
"Yes." Tang Bao nodded.
"Fortunately, you didn't marry Di Junbai back then. Otherwise, with such a father-in-law, he will definitely drag you down in the future. What a close call. "
"Why don't you say that after I marry Di Junbai, Di Lingyue won't deal with me?"
"Aren't you afraid that Young Master will skin you alive if he hears this?"
"…" Tang Bao didn't say anything.
When it was almost time to get off work, Tang Bao was playing games when Di Haotian called.
Tang Bao understood very well.
Usually, when Di Haotian called at this time, nothing good would happen.
It caused her to be traumatized.
"Hello …" she said weakly.
"Bao Bao, I won't be going back for dinner tonight. You go back to the castle yourself." Di Haotian's deep and pleasant voice came through.
But his words were not pleasant at all.
"Got it."
"I'll go back after dinner."
"Up to you."
After Tang Bao hung up the phone, she shouted at Wan Milai, "Milai, I'll treat you to dinner."
The black military luxury car stopped in front of a residential area, but the people inside did not get out of the car.
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