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

Su Qi suddenly felt sorry for Tang Wei and Tang Shi, and he couldn't explain why he felt so distressed.

Is it a sudden rise, or does he want to make her his own.

The little boy stared at Su Qi for a while, "You go back, my mommy will pick you up later, it won't be good if I see you."

Su Qi became impatient, and directly pulled him to sit on a bench beside him.

"Your father, I am sitting here! Can she still hit me!"

Tang Wei struggled in his arms, "You are not my father..."

"It's the little daddy!" Su Qi yelled, and turned to look at Tang Wei again. The man is very beautiful when he smiles. Although these words are mostly used to describe women, Su Qi's face must be described by such ambiguous words. Description-Stunning eyebrows and eyes.

"I have a little uncle." Tang Wei smiled and winked at him, "So I don't need a little dad."

Su Qi hugged him and pressed him on her long legs, thinking that he was very cute, how could such a cute child be Bo Ye's child?
"How can this be, look at my face."

Tang Wei said, "It's quite white."

"anything else?"

"A sharp chin."

"...Don't you have any other ways to praise people?" Su Qi was choked by what he said, "Aren't you a child prodigy, please make a sentence and praise how handsome I am."

"A nose is a nose, and an eye is an eye."

"...Your mother's nose looks like eyes?" Su Qi got angry, and put Tang Wei on the stool beside him, "I don't want to hug him anymore, I have no conscience. I don't know how to hug him."

Tang Wei didn't make any more trouble, just chatted with him to pass the time, everyone in the school had left, and the two of them sat on the playground stool and chatted nonsense.

Su Qi sat on the bench and waited for Tang Shi with Tang Wei, but after waiting, Tang Shi and Cong Shan arrived.

Looking from a distance, the two are tall and tall, and at first glance they look like a couple.

Tang Weili ignored Su Qi, jumped off the stool and ran towards Tang Shi with his schoolbag on his back, "Mommy! Little uncle!"

Tang Shi opened her arms, ready to be jumped into her arms by her son, but Tang Wei just skipped her and threw herself on Cong Shan——

Tang Shi felt that her son might have been picked up in a trash can.

Cong Shan picked Tang Wei up with one hand, Tang Wei sat in his arms, dragged down the schoolbag and handed it to Tang Shi, "Mommy, help me get the bag."

Tang Shi sneered, "It's terrible, Tang Xiaowei, now you need two people to serve you, one will carry you and the other will serve you, right?"

Tang Wei pointed to Su Qi who was sitting alone on the bench, "There is one more person to play with!"

Tang Shi turned her face away and met Su Qi's eyes.

The man glanced at Cong Shan beside her, didn't speak, just smiled, more indifferent than before.

For some reason, Tang Shi actually felt resentment from his greeting?

He said, "Yo, good evening."

Tang Shi said, "Thank you for coming to play with my son."

In fact, he didn't want to play with Tang Wei, but had another purpose.But Tang Shi pretended not to understand, and walked back after thanking her, Su Qi shouted from behind.

"Tang poetry."

Tang Shi paused.

"You must remember what I told you."

His voice was low, with a chill that he didn't usually have.

Su Qi has always been used to being unruly, and rarely has such a serious expression.

Tang Shi didn't speak, and walked back with Cong Shan, Su Qi watched the three of them go away, and suddenly sneered.

He didn't know why he was angry, in short, he just became very upset all of a sudden.

Watching Tang Shi go away with others, he suddenly thought of himself, alone, just left in place by her.

Tang Wei said that his mother was very vengeful, and it seemed that she was right.

When Tang Shi became ruthless, she was more ruthless than anyone else.If you say break, you will break, if you say give up, you will give up.

Fu Muzhong became what he is now for her, and he was afraid that he would become the second Fu Muzhong.

It's obviously a hunting game, but Su Qi feels that now the hunter... is gradually not himself.