DIRECTOR, I LOVE YOU TOO
Chapter 81 Who Told You To Call Like This
Oi! I am an article!
Walking towards the sofa in front and sitting on it, Seketaris gracefully gave him a cup of coffee and a Newspaper in front of him, “Mistress, this is your coffee and Newspaper.”
“Who told you to call like this?”
Oi! I am an article!
“oh, director sir.”
Very fast move, but, using a woman for his personal interests makes people demean him, actually when he says everything, the little sense of receptik left for him to disappear instantly, all that is left is just hate.
Glancing at the smoky coffee, it seems to have been told before by Michael ling, it seems, he who sat in front of the computer is not just facing it, but also, but guessing that he would choose to sit in the sequential room, this man, seeing it all the way to the roots, scared him a little, as if his whole body was clearly in his world, thinking up to here, thinking, Even if he doesn't exist, he still feels uncomfortable.
Looking at the time, in about 10 minutes he will go home, well, let's just say it helps him block the reporter in front of it, there he is, makes it easier for him to puff up the mouths of the crowd, diverting the conversation from Wenda to himself, and so on, this should be Michael Ling's goal.
Oi! I am an article!
The writing in the newspaper, black red, back and forth, none of which he saw, at this time, although all had been decided, even the two agreements he had already settled himself, he had already settled himself, but his heart remained unsettled.
Taking a cell phone, he thought of the children.
“Wendy, tonight you go home for dinner?” the gentle voice of the man, hearing him his heart was filled with guilt.
“no, tonight I have a little business, will be late to your place, oh yes, do Lexi and Lexa not comply?” just about to continue the conversation, the phone in hand was snatched away, simultaneously, Michael Ling's voice rang out, speaking towards his phone.
Marcell Bai, Wendy at my place, tonight no more home, no more, soon I'll have agus pick up Lexi and Lexa, I hope you can be brought together to hand them over to Agus, there is more, I hope tomorrow you clarify clearly your relationship and Wendy to the media, Wendy is not your girlfriend, she is my wife, forever, she said, although there is no marriage license between the two of us, but there is a marriage agreement between us.”
“Enough, Michael Ling, shut up.” Wendy wanted to take back her phone, Michael Ling avoided turning her body, churning her out.
Michael Ling's voice came to a standstill, as if hearing Marcell Bai's talk, Wendy's heart was shaken, “Michael Ling, why are you doing this? You don't know how vile you are, you're 100% a bad man.
The corner of his lips lifted up laughing, he felt nothing for what he said, “whatever, whatever how you are to the Ling family, I close one eye, come on, goodbye.” Finished talking, he peppered her shut the phone, then laughed at her, “Wendy Zhong, already can go home.”
Taking a quick breath, wanting to kill him, seeing his smile also spoiled the view.
“Do not think of attacking me, Wendy Zhong, I am always on guard against you.” He had been attacked by her before, so, he was careful to see her, with just one look he could already guess what she was about to do.
Was he this bad before?
Why was he unconscious before?
But now, he's bad for her, really bad, bad until he's grumbling.
Frozen arm, “Wendy Zhong, ayok road.”
His hands could not be put, then moved his feet towards the glass door of the office.
“Wendy Zhong, remember your promise, 6 months, if you can't do it, I could just add time.”
Threats, real threats.
His steps stopped, he could only wait for him to follow, if only open the door there was a reporter waiting outside, “Michael Ling, your security here is not extra.”
“Yes, the reporter who came out of the elevator will not happen again, you rest easy, the security guard has been replaced, which I previously fired.” He calmly said, as he could do.
God, just because of a journalist he fired so many guards, this man, what a cruel, job people, but he, can't help anything, bit his lips, clipped him into the elevator.
But, Michael Ling's changes were not reflected before.
The elevator dropped rapidly, making his heart also not stop jumping up and down, to be honest, he was very afraid to stand with him in front of the crowd, let alone face the city news center T, let alone face the city news center T, those reporters are best at catching things.
“Ting”, the elevator stopped on the first floor instead of in the basement, he thought he could get to the parking lot to get into the car, he said, but it was unexpected that Michael Ling chose to take him casually through the front door and face the media.
A little nervous, his hands were filled with sweat.
His brain began to show[the whole memory starting from their introduction to the problems faced today, everything, the apartment stuff where 6 years ago all this was his, instantly, instantly, he could not believe he could do this.
And his interactions with the kids on Volcanic Island, all seems to be fine, no, Michael Ling, definitely not what he is now.
His little hand was still in the grip, moist, full of sweat, but he knew he could not resist, for, he grasped tightly his hand, as it did not give him the possibility to flee.
“Michael, where are we going?” he missed the children, but it seemed he did not allow him to go home to the Bai family.
“Go to eat, you want to eat western food or chinese food?” they had already reached the front door during this conversation, the front door stood a few reporters, Michael Ling's words had not been wasted by the journalist, all entered his ears.
“Mr Ling, sorry this lady is..”.
“my wife, and not Marcell Bai's girlfriend.” In the slightest it gave others a chance to think, Michael Ling seemed to have predicted from the very beginning what these people would ask, so just one sentence could make them mute, it did not elaborate on whether security officers would open the way to break into his luxury car, which was waiting outside the crowded crowd.
Not only holding his arm, but their hands together, fingers that are related to each other, swaying slowly gives everyone the impression that they are a friendly married couple, but he, he, is it really his wife?
Answer's no.
6 month.
Recalling this time, his heart ached, his face paled.
“Must smile.” The heavy voice of a man, immediately awakened him, he just realized the reporters beside the security officers continuously point cameras at him and himself, from every angle they are experts.
Smile, tell yourself to smile, look, she just got away from her abusive husband.
Very funny, years later, he was again forced to walk beside her, and like a movie that required him to act out to protect her.
“Mr Ling, your statement means that Mr Bai's remark this morning was just a joke?”
Michael Ling laughed, snapped his finger, “True, the girlfriend he meant was just a good girlfriend, you know, I'm an open person, too, I think it's natural for men to have female friends, on the contrary with women can also have male friends.” While walking quickly towards his luxurious mobbil while saying in a sure tone, Michael Ling was not nervous in the slightest, as had expected this before, instead, Wendy is like a wooden doll that runs towards a luxury BMW car that feels far away even though it is only a few steps from her,
Michael Ling was very clever, which was why he was not even a little nervous as he looked at him in the office earlier, it turned out that only a few words he was able to explain the details of everything, but, instead, he was able to explain the details of everything, the reporters were not easy to deal with, their questions were like bombs that could overwhelm Michael Ling, “Master Ling, before you came home from work we had heard Mr. Bai's voice recording this morning, he said your wife's two children are also her children? Is this true?”
Actually, when the reporter asked if it was true, more like being suspicious, Wendy's heart was moving very quickly, like it was about to jump out of the esophagus, she was very nervous.
The big hand still holding his small hand, a little harder, a little pain grip, but his face was still smiling, forced, next to his ear, a man's voice sounded, “this is natural, just like that, Marcell Bai is the adoptive father of my children, stepmother Marcell Bai is the mother of my wife, so, as a foster father, it is only natural that she said that.”
A few more words were thrown out, he very casually faced all of this, making people inevitably feel confident.
Aside from the ears, there was still the voice of the shouting reporters, but the questions were answered by Michael Ling, Wendy was already unable to hear it anymore, like a wooden doll he had reached in front of a car, Michael Ling opened the door for him, sat on the back with him, he wore a hat covering the wound on his head, but the wound on his leg could not be covered, but from beginning to end he walked around looking unscathed, like a king no one was aware of and asked over his wounds.
It could be said that Michael Ling was great at this, amazingly, Wendy Zhong who had never seen a situation like this could definitely not do it.
His body trembled slightly, His ears still like they were hearing the voices of the reporters outside the window, reverberating. A bottle of mineral water was given to her, “Drink lah.”
Wendy did not want to accept it, seeing this water she just realized how much she should be, just really nervous.
