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

When Tang Shi woke up the next day, she saw an expensive blanket on her shoulders, which was custom-made by Bo Ye, with his initials embroidered on the end.

The word BY burned into her vision like a fire. Tang Shi threw the blanket on the ground as if stimulated, and took a deep breath.

Tang Wei was startled by her action, opened his eyes and raised his head to look at her, "Mommy, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine..." Tang Shi tidied up her flustered emotions, and Bo Ye would cover herself with a blanket... How is that possible?

"I fell asleep with you last night." Tang Shi touched Tang Wei's face, "Has the fever subsided? Mommy should go."

"No, Mommy!"

Tang Wei grabbed the corner of Tang Shi's clothes and whispered again, "Can you stay with me for one more day?"

Seeing the longing in Tang Wei's eyes, Tang Shi couldn't bear it, so she could only sigh and said, "Mummy won't stay here overnight, can I stay with you until the afternoon?"

Tang Wei nodded with red eyes, "I don't want Mommy to leave...I don't want to be alone in such a big house."

Alone, without affection and warmth.

Tang Shi comforted Tang Wei, and went downstairs to make breakfast for him, acting skillfully as if these things had happened countless times.

When Bo Ye got up early and came down from upstairs, he was shocked when he saw the figure in the kitchen. It seemed that he had returned to five years ago in a daze. Tang Shi got up early every day and insisted on making breakfast for him, although he never took it away once.

But now when he saw this figure again, a familiar feeling swept over him, and Bo Ye stood at the stairs, losing his mind.

Tang Shi came out of the kitchen with sun eggs and bacon, and when she saw Bo Ye, her voice was indifferent, as if she was just a routine, "I'm sorry, I used the ingredients in your refrigerator."

What she said was so ordinary, but she clearly remembered everything, including every piece of furniture in the kitchen, which smelled like memories...

Tang Shi's shoulders were trembling, and when she met Bo Ye head-on, she told herself not to be afraid, she had nothing to lose!
Bo Ye noticed Tang Shi's slight trembling, and stared at her for a long time with deep eyes, before uttering a syllable indifferently, "En."

Look, with his fearless appearance, Tang Shi felt that she was being self-indulgent, and she was the only one who was stabbed by memories from beginning to end!
Tang Shi returned to Tang Wei's room with the tableware and breakfast, and quickly closed the door with her foot, blocking Bo Ye from the door.

Bo Ye continued to walk downstairs as if nothing had happened, but when he saw another sundried egg by the stove in the kitchen, there seemed to be a crack on the man's usually calm face .

Medium-rare, with runny... sun eggs.

This used to be the breakfast he was most familiar with five years ago.

Countless pasts were drilled out of the cracks in the depths of his mind like fleeting images. In an instant like lightning, he felt something tremble at the tip of his heart, and a sour pain flooded his heart unexpectedly.

A trace of astonishment flitted across Bo Ye's exquisite and handsome face, his pupils constricted slightly, and the fingers hanging by his side tightened inadvertently.

The details of life that he didn't have to look at before have become the objects of memory now.

Is this Tang poetry... specially reserved for him?

She doesn't eat half-baked fried eggs, only he...has the habit of eating half-baked eggs.