Sweet Love: Ex-husband grows snacks

Scolding that woman away doesn't mean standing up for her, it's just that she simply hates that low-handed woman.

At least Xia Yuyang thought so. Tang Mosen hated her, very, very much.

Facing Xia Yuyang's gaze, the corners of Tang Mosen's mouth suddenly curled into a stern arc, his cold eyes narrowed slightly, and with a flick of his palm, the tissue box fell to the ground at Xia Yuyang's feet.

His deep and magnetic voice sounded again above Xia Yuyang's head, cold and ruthless: "Crush."

Xia Yuyang pursed her red lips tightly, staring at Tang Mosen's eyes, all she could see was the endless coldness in his eyes.

She tightened her fists suddenly, her nails were almost embedded in her flesh, Xia Yuyang's face showed a hint of sarcasm, after all, she couldn't turn her face on such an occasion.

With her white and beautiful fingers, she took out the tissue, bent slightly, and carefully wiped Tang Mosen's leather shoes bit by bit, carefully watching the workmanship on them.

The people present were attracted by this scene and gathered around to watch. Among them, the voices of whispering and laughing kept rising and falling.

Tang Mosen's face turned cold because of Xia Yuyang's actions. He asked her to wipe his embarrassing appearance. Who asked her to polish his shoes?

Xia Yuyang was wearing high heels. She had been squatting for a while, and now because of squatting for a long time, her center of gravity was unstable, and she staggered and knelt on the ground.

Knee knocked on the ground, with a "boom", Xia Yuyang gasped in pain, she gritted her teeth, and let out a muffled groan.

She took out a new tissue and continued to polish Tang Mosen's leather shoes, but she heard a deep and magnetic voice above her head: "Enough! Get up!"

After saying that, Xia Yuyang's arm was tightly grasped by Tang Mosen, and Xia Yuyang sat down on the sofa with just a tug.

Tang Mosen looked at the woman beside him, his brows were furrowed, but his eyes were still cold and icy.

The big black suit suddenly raised with his knuckle-knuckle hands, covering Xia Yuyang's embarrassed chest.

Tang Mosen got up expressionless, and left, leaving Xia Yuyang sitting on the sofa alone in a daze.

Xia Yuyang held the suit covered in front of him, looked at his handsome back, and his heart, which had been calm for many years, once again had a slight ripple...

Xia Yuyang closed his eyes and left the banquet with a slight limp.

In the next few days, according to the procedures, Xia Yuyang still had contact with Tang Mosen for a few days. He thought he hated him so much and would send someone to take over, but he didn't expect to come in person.

There are more and more ways to make things difficult for people, with a variety of tricks, and they are becoming more and more childish. You can even put caterpillars in your shoes and salt in your coffee.

Xia Yuyang was exhausted, and sighed speechlessly, this man's IQ is really getting lower and lower, did his lover Bai Yalin give him some chronic dementia drugs?So that this man is so childish?

At noon on Saturday, Xia Yuyang stood by the side of the road. On a day without Tang Mosen, the sun was really bright. She squinted her eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun.

The phone in the bag rang suddenly and untimely. Xia Yuyang took out his phone, looked at the phone number on the screen, and frowned.

I'm really afraid of what's coming.

"Hey?"

"Hey, where are you?"

After picking up the phone, a low and rude voice rang in her ear again.

Xia Yuyang rolled his eyes at the phone, pursed his lips and smiled lightly: "Mr. Tang, if I remember correctly, today is Saturday, and we didn't make an appointment. I already know your company's inheritance spirit of the shoe industry very well. Regarding the assessment of business negotiation, please proceed according to the agreed time, and I will attend on time. As for other matters, I’m sorry, please call me on weekdays, I don’t have time right now, so I’m very sorry!”

"Beep beep..."

After finishing speaking in one breath, Xia Yuyang hung up the phone refreshed, and Xia Yuyang immediately felt at ease physically and mentally.

On the other side of the road, in the black Maybach, a certain man's gloomy face was extremely cold. He pursed his thin lips fiercely, looked at the back of the woman on the roadside in a hurry through the car window, and sneered.

Why did he call this woman when he saw this woman?It's just looking for anger for yourself.

"Master, are you going home?"

"Back... wait!" Before Tang Mosen finished speaking, his slender hand suddenly raised, calling the driver to step on the accelerator.

He saw Xia Yuyang entering the kindergarten?What does she go to kindergarten for?
Tang Mosen's eyes followed Xia Yuyang's slim and beautiful figure, and his brows frowned slightly.

After a while, Xia Yuyang came out slowly, but she didn't come out alone, there was a young lady next to her slim figure, holding her hand tightly, the little lady frowned slightly, her timid appearance was pitiful .

If it wasn't for the child holding Xia Yuyang's hand tightly, Tang Mosen might think that this woman is a human trafficker.

Tang Mosen looked at the child carefully, and frowned fiercely.

The child looks to be four years old. Calculate the time of pregnancy, it should be the child that Xia Yuyang conceived five years ago. Five years ago, before they divorced.

But Tang Mosen remembered that he had never touched Xia Yuyang's finger at all, and it was impossible to have a child with Xia Yuyang.

So this kid...?
Sitting in the car, Tang Mosen's dignified and elegant figure was quickly enveloped in a cloudy and cold atmosphere, and his big palms rattled.

The veins on Tang Mosen's forehead were throbbing, his handsome face was twisted into a ball, and his eyes seemed to be condensed with thousands of years of ice, staring closely at everything outside the car window.

He kept staring, and finally saw a scene he didn't want to see.

A black Maserati drove from the side, and stopped neatly on the side of the road, beside Xia Yuyang and the child.

He saw that the child next to Xia Yuyang saw the man, his eyes suddenly lit up, he shook off Xia Yuyang's hand, held the toy in his hand, and rushed towards the man who got off the car.

The man had bright eyes, a gentle smile, and a warm smile.

The movement of picking up the child was also familiar, Xiaozheng was too tightly hooked on the man's neck and refused to let go, Xia Yuyang seemed to be smiling in relief.

A family of three, what a harmonious picture!It fell into Tang Mosen's eyes, but it became the deepest irony, and his face was completely darkened to the bottom of the pot.

Tang Mosen's eyebrows were tightly locked, and his frowning eyebrows seemed to be twisted into a knot.

He watched Xia Yuyang and the man look at each other and smiled, got into the car and left, he watched the rear of the Maserati drifting away, he slammed his fist hard on the back of the seat, his deep voice was sharp and dangerous, as if It seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth: "Drive! Go home!"

"Yes!" The driver responded, and the car sped away.