"You don't have to worry about it, when the time comes, I'll go back."

Deng Mingxuan said coldly, and hung up directly after speaking. This femme fatale woman's superficial kung fu has always been so good, exhaustive, and fake.

Obviously, they can't wait to eat his flesh and suck his blood, but they can hide so deeply and talk to him so gently. It's no wonder that the self-righteous man was deceived so deeply by her, after all, the disguise is so good.

Deng Mingxuan stood in place, smiled coldly, hum, time is not enough, he will wait. She never had the chance to be so arrogant again.

"Minister Deng, why are you standing here alone?"

Li Yujie, a gossip expert in the planning department, happened to pass by him with a pile of materials, his eyes showed a strong curiosity and gossip, and asked tentatively.

It's strange why Minister Deng has been standing in the corridor and not entering the office, and most importantly, his expression is so indifferent.

Could it be that he and Suzuki had a fight? No, it's only been a long time since they were newly married, and the young couple has a conflict. Li Yujie's mind showed infinite speculations.

"It's fine."

Deng Mingxuan nodded slightly at her, his tone was flat, distant and polite.

"Hehe, it's okay, then I'll go first."

Li Yujie reluctantly tore off her face, smiled awkwardly, and left quickly after speaking dryly.

When Minister Deng treated Gu Lingyue, he was obviously an affectionate, gentle and watery mature beautiful man, how could it be his turn to face her, how could his face become so ugly, gloomy, icy, and terrifying.

Li Yujie secretly regretted in her heart, it is rare to have a handsome guy who can raise his eyes, how can he be an iceberg beauty, it's a pity, it's a pity.

Seriously put into the work, time always flies so quickly, in the blink of an eye it is time to get off work. The entire office building was soon filled with the sound of people talking about their work, some employees were discussing tonight's dinner, and some employees were waiting on the phone......

When the whole office building was quiet again, from the outside of the office building, it was pitch black, only one office was in the pitch black, flashing dim yellow lights, lonely and bright.

Sitting on the office chair in the office, Deng Mingxuan's fingers were on the table, tapping gently, and the desk emitted:

"Da, da, da......"

His face was hidden under the shadow of the lamp, his expression was obscure, his eyelids drooped slightly, and his thick and straight eyelashes were like a small open fan, gently opening and drooping.

The phone kept vibrating on the desktop, he didn't answer, and the caller didn't give up, and the phone kept vibrating.

One minute later, two minutes later, three minutes later, the phone was still vibrating, Deng Mingxuan picked up the phone, and looked at the caller ID: Femme fatale, sure enough, it's her!

Turning off the phone, he slammed into his chair, picked up the car keys on his desk, and strode out of the office.

"Young Master, you're back."

When Deng Mingxuan stopped the car and walked out of the car door, an old and happy male voice sounded from behind Deng Mingxuan.

An old man who had just walked out of the garden behind the parking lot, wearing a gray casual suit, with a charitable face, holding a bouquet of freshly picked white lilies in his hand, his eyes revealing a deep surprise, and his eyebrows were smiling.

"Uncle Wu, I'm back to see you."

Deng Mingxuan immediately turned around, walked slowly towards Uncle Wu, and intimately took the delicate and dewy white lily from Uncle Wu's hand.

It turned out that the lily was still in full bloom, but the person who planted the lily had left him forever.

"You stinky boy, I'm embarrassed to say after so long, come back to see me. I want to think about when you last came back. ”

Uncle Wu smiled heartily, patted Deng Mingxuan's shoulder, and gazed at Deng Mingxuan affectionately and kindly. He squinted, thought for a moment, and then continued:

"Think about it, is it a month? Or two months, eldest young master? Wrong! You haven't come back to see me for half a year. ”

"Has it been so long? Uncle Wu? ”

Deng Mingxuan begged for mercy, chatted with Uncle Wu, and walked towards the old mansion, looking at it from a distance, people who didn't know really thought that they were a real father and son.

"The eldest young master is back this time, so don't be angry with the master, and take a good soften."

"I don't have anything to say to him."

……

In the living room, on the large crimson sofa, an old man sitting in it exuded rigor and domineering, with deep nasolabial folds next to the corners of his eyes. He saw this scene through the floor-to-ceiling window of the living room, the corners of his mouth opened slightly, and his dim eyes revealed a deep sense of loneliness and remorse.

"Master, look who's back! It's the eldest young master who is back. ”

As soon as Uncle Wu stepped into the living room, he said excitedly to the old man sitting on the sofa with a straight waist.

"Father, I'm back."

Deng Mingxuan sat estrangely opposite the old man, also with a straight waist, two similar faces, looking at each other.

Uncle Wu stood behind the old man, seeing the synchronous movements of their father and son, he had mixed feelings in his heart, if the lady was still alive, how good it would be! Perhaps the relationship between father and son would not have degenerated into the stiff and cold state it is today.

"Well, I'm back."

Deng Haoxian nodded lightly, indicating that when he heard Deng Mingxuan's words, no one observed the strength of his grip on the sofa and handchair, and after Deng Mingxuan came in, the strength was much greater.

"Xuan'er, you're back. Your dad doesn't even know how long he's been waiting for you here. ”

At this moment, a woman with delicate nude makeup walked down the stairs slowly.

The woman looked to be only in her forties, well maintained, as if the years had not left any marks on her face.

On the pointed face, only when you look carefully can you find fine wrinkles. She was wearing a light yellow dress with a simple design, and the straight design perfectly hid the fat on her belly, looking young and kind.

"You don't have to pretend."

Deng Mingxuan's tone was cold, and he unceremoniously exposed Lin Fang's hypocritical greetings.

Deng Mingxuan didn't buy Lin Fang at all, and he didn't even look at her.

Deng Mingxuan's disdainful appearance made Lin Fang grit her teeth in anger, but she knew very clearly that she couldn't lose her temper and expose her true thoughts.

She pretended not to hear anything, her eyes were slightly moist, and for the sake of her family, she had a look that it didn't matter if she was wronged, and said softly:

"I'll boil some soup for you, I'll let the kitchen heat up and bring it to you."

"Aunt Wu cooked it, right?"

Deng Mingxuan finally glanced at her, but his eyes were full of sarcasm, and he said lightly.

"Enough, is that your attitude towards your mother?"

Deng Haoxian slapped one hand on the sand chair, his voice became majestic, and his eyes stared deeply at Deng Mingxuan. Deng Mingxuan also raised his head and stared at him stubbornly, in two pairs of similar eyes, they could see each other in each other's eyes.

"My mother is not her!"

Deng Mingxuan's tone was cold and hard with anger, his hands were clenched into fists, and the two stared angrily. It's obviously father and son, but the atmosphere around them is frozen like a rival enemy.

"Even if she's not your mother, she's my wife!"

"What does that have to do with me?"