Wang Lin slowly walked to Tang Yan and called her: "Tang Yan?"

Tang Yan did not respond and did not speak.

Wang Lin was stunned. Could it be that she was sitting and asleep? He came to her, squatted down, and looked at her.

Tang Yan did not fall asleep, but opened her eyes and stared out the window in a daze.

The problem is that the curtains were pulled up and she could not see the scenery outside the window at all.

Then she was lonely?

Wang Lin stretched out his hand, shook it in front of Tang Yan, and shouted: "Tang Yan? I am Wang Lin!"

Tang Yan still didn't respond and just sat there, wandering around.

Wang Lin was shocked!

This situation is obviously not right!

"Oh!" Tang Jixian's sigh came from the side.

Wang Lin asked: "Uncle Tang, how long has it been in this situation in Tang Yan?"

"Just start today!"

"How long has she been sitting here?"

"In the afternoon, she went to the square with Xiaohua to handle some official duties. After she came back, she sat here without moving and didn't eat dinner."

"Ah?" Wang Lin looked at his watch and said, "It's seven o'clock! She hasn't had dinner yet? Are you calling her? She doesn't agree?"

"No matter who calls her, she will not agree. She seems to be living in another world and cannot hear us."

Wang Lin was silent.

Tang Jixian said in a deep voice: "Wang Lin, you know now, why did I go to talk to Li Wenxiu? I don't want to hurt your wife either! But Xiaoyan is my daughter! Please save my daughter!"

Wang Lin said: "Did you take her to the hospital?"

Tang Jixian said: "She is heart disease!"

Wang Lin said: "There is a psychiatrist."

Tang Jixian said: "You should accompany her! I will leave if I have something to do."

"Okay!" Wang Lin replied.

Tang Jixian left the room.

A sound came from the door outside.

"I'm not sick!" Tang Yan suddenly said.

Wang Lin smiled and said, "So you can speak! I'm scared to death! Do you recognize who I am?"

Tang Yan turned her head and looked at him: "Wang Lin!"

Wang Lin sighed: "It's quite normal!"

Two lines of tears suddenly shed from the corner of Tang Yan's eyes.

Wang Lin took out his handkerchief, wiped her tears, and asked, "Why are you crying?"

Tang Yan shook her head gently, she stretched out her hand and stroked Wang Lin's face: "Wang Lin, you are here. You sit down, I'll pour you tea."

Wang Lin was a little dazed and felt that she seemed to be sick, but she seemed not sick.

Tang Yan stood up, took a bottle of drink for Wang Lin, and handed it to him: "There is only drink, you can drink a little! You come to my house another day, and I will make some tea for you."

Wang Lin took the drink and put it on the table: "I'm not thirsty. Are you hungry? I'll take you out for dinner?"

Tang Yan nodded: "Okay! Wait for me, can I dress up?"

Wang Lin said ok and went outside to wait for her.

More than ten minutes later, Tang Yan walked out.

Wang Lin's eyes lit up.

Tang Yan was wearing a green gauze long skirt with a low neckline, revealing her plump figure, her face was like lotus, her eyebrows were like willow leaves, and her eyes, which were more charming than peach blossoms, were very charming.

Her carefully decorated face only put on a little light makeup, and her watery pair of eyes were so bright!

Tang Yan pursed her lips and looked at Wang Lin with a smile. Her skin was as white as fresh fresh water, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, making her look more charming. Her slightly rounded melon-shaped face was quite pretty.

The most beautiful thing is that the permed curly hair sets off her beautiful face, which is so charming.

At this moment, she was completely Tang Yan that Wang Lin knew, and there was no way anything was wrong.

She turned around gently and smiled sweetly: "Am I beautiful?"

"Beautiful!" Wang Lin smiled, "Are you thinking about something you were inside just now?"

Tang Yan lowered her eyes and her long eyelashes covered her eyelids.

"Wang Lin, I'm just thinking of you." Tang Yan's voice suddenly became soft and soft. She walked gently to Wang Lin, stretched out her hand, and put it on Wang Lin's shoulder. She repeated again, "I'm thinking of you."

Wang Lin smiled awkwardly: "Let's go for a meal. What do you want to eat?"

"With you, you can eat whatever you want." Tang Yan replied.

Wang Lin took her downstairs.

The hotel's Baihuayuan Chinese Restaurant is still open.

"Welcome, are you two?" A waiter bent over to Wang Lin and Tang Yan.

"Two."

"Please do this."

Wang Lin looked at the waiter and recognized him as Uncle Zhong's son Zhang Xiaoming.

"Why did you come to work in the restaurant?" Wang Lin asked.

"Sir, do you know me?" Zhang Xiaoming asked.

Wang Lin said: "I have seen you in the lobby before."

"Yes, I used to work in the lobby, but now I've been transferred to the catering department."

"Oh! Which job do you think is better for you?"

"It doesn't matter, just make money."

"Do you really want to make money?"

"Sir, who doesn't want to make money in this world?"

“It makes sense.”

"Sir, please sit. Miss, please sit. This is the menu, please order food."

Wang Lin ordered a few dishes and asked Tang Yan, "Drink some wine?"

"Baijiu bar! Red wine is boring." Tang Yan said.

Wang Lin smiled and ordered a bottle of Wuliangye.

Zhang Xiaoming said, please wait and leave with the order.

Tang Yan asked, "Do you know that waiter?"

Wang Lin said: "He is Uncle Zhong's son."

"Ah?" This was the first time Tang Yan heard about it, and she was very surprised. "Uncle Zhong's son, is he your biological son?"

"Of course I'm my biological child." Wang Lin smiled, "Can this be fake?"

"I don't look like him." Tang Yan looked at Zhang Xiaoming's departure back, "I'm much more handsome than Uncle Zhong."

Wang Lin said: "Like his mother!"

In the early 1990s, Huating's food festival was well-known. The Italian food festival held by Huating during the 1990 World Cup was a feast for super fans. In 1989, Huating Hotel cooperated with the Shanghai Branch of the Chinese Musicians Association to organize the "Huating Music Salon". Famous singers, violinists, etc., as well as international award-winning ensembles performed famous Chinese and foreign songs in the salon.

Wang Lin and the others sat in the Baihuayuan Restaurant and could also hear the melodious music coming from the salon.

Huating is close to Wanti Pavilion. Looking out from the window, you can see the Wanti Pavilion in the circular building.

This year, the 80,000-person stadium has not started construction, and there are no high-rise buildings around it, and the view is extremely wide.

Ten years later, this area will become extremely prosperous!

Wang Lin was fascinated by the night scene outside.

Tang Yan asked, "What are you thinking? You feel your eyes are so deep."

"I'm thinking about the fashion week that Wantai Pavilion held that day. There are four months left, and we're going to hold the autumn fashion week again, and I don't know where to go."

"Just go to Aixu Plaza!" Tang Yan said, "The big square outside the first floor is enough."

Wang Lin exclaimed: "This is a good idea!"

Tang Yan said: "Fashion Week can drive the business of the square, and the customer flow of the square can also bring audiences to the fashion week."
To be continued...