Adorable baby strikes: President Daddy is too difficult to deal with

Bo Ye didn't know how he left Tang Shi's house that day. He was so hurt by Tang Shi's last sentence that he threw away his helmet and armor. He almost ran away from her house. He drove a sports car on the high speed and the window was pressed down. , The outside wind poured straight into his pupils.

Bo Ye felt that his whole body was shaking, and there was a spasm-like pain in his chest.

When he was driving home, he stumbled alone, as if he had been seriously injured, pushed open the door, and fell on the sofa.

After that, he slowly curled up, like a helpless baby, curled up into the posture of a fetus still in the mother's body, and grabbed the clothes on his chest with all his strength.

He was like a general who had been defeated in a battle, his whole body's consciousness was defeated, he took a deep breath trembling, only to find that the pain was so extreme that even breathing was painful.

Bo Ye closed his eyes, and there seemed to be cold tears in the corners of his eyes. After a long silence, the man let out a low growl, and then his voice choked up.

He thought he didn't care, he thought he could face it easily, but Tang Shi's eyes were so painful and cruel, and every word he uttered was Ling Chi's sharp blade.He seemed to be broken down, with severe pain all over his body.

Obviously he has never paid attention to this woman, and he hates her, why, when he finds out that she doesn't care about him, is he so sad?
Could a man's despicable possessiveness make him suffer so much?
Bo Ye's fingers were tightly clenched together, but this couldn't stop the trembling of his fingers. He felt like he was seriously ill, and the insulting words he said were reflected on him now.

How would he say he regretted it?
He doesn't love her, he doesn't love her, but why is he so sad?

This night seemed too long, every minute and every second was tormenting Bo Ye's heart.

He felt that the pain of losing Tang Poetry might even surpass...he lost An Mi back then.

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After a night of pestering by Bo Ye, Tang Shi got up late for work the next day. She thought that she would be deducted full attendance wages, and then returned to her seat and yawned.

"It's rare that you're late."

Fang Fang was spinning her pen, "I thought being late was only for Xiao Sansan."

As soon as the words fell, another man who was late walked into the office with a slow pace and a look of sleepiness, "Morning..."

"Congratulations, Cong Xiaosan, you're late again."

Cong Shan just raised his eyelids lazily, then came to the desk, quickly lay down and entered sleep mode.

Little Moon slapped the keyboard on the side, "Amazing, this is already broken."

"Anyway, his monthly bonus exceeds the basic salary."

The green dinosaur walked over with its tail pouted, "Is the goddess sleepy? Have a cup of instant coffee!"

Tang Shi laughed, took the coffee he distributed to everyone, and then turned on the computer to start a new day's work.

But she didn't expect that Ye Jingtang would find their studio.

When she saw this man in the reception hall, she wanted to turn around and leave, but Ye Jingtang stopped her and she could only stop.

"Little Moon said someone was looking for me, but I didn't expect it to be you."

She didn't even sit down, but just stood there, straight to the point, "Mr. Ye, what can you do for me?"

Ye Jingtang stared at Tang Shi for a while, as if he wanted to see some flaws in her face, but Tang Shi's expression was so natural that he couldn't find anything unusual.

The man could only ask in a deep voice, "Where did Jiang Qi go?"

Tang Shi's answer was deathly silence.

He clicked his tongue and asked again impatiently, "Where did Jiang Qi go? My patience is limited..."

"She's dead."

Tang Shi raised her head and met Ye Jingtang's eyes, "Do you want to find her? Send a wreath? Or burn paper money?"

Ye Jingtang's amber pupils slowly contracted into pinholes, instinctively made him retort, "Impossible!"

"Impossible? The first seven have passed." Tang Shi sneered, "Jiang Qi has no relatives, and I alone arranged the funeral, and her spirit card is still enshrined in my house. Why, your conscience found out that you want to come to offer incense?"

Ye Jingtang felt a chill creep up his back slowly, slowly.