Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Zhao Ke went back after playing mahjong, her face was not very good.

Originally, Tang Xin was clinging to Tang Zhiyuan's act of acting like a baby in the living room. She wanted to get him to agree to go out.

Tang Zhiyuan actually agreed, but just wanted to tease his little daughter.

He always has a bit of compassion, and usually spends a lot of time with Tang Xin.

At this time, Zhao Ke came back...

Tang Xin looked at Zhao Ke's face, all thoughts were gone, and she whispered, "Mom, I went upstairs to play the piano."

Zhao Ke didn't say a word, the expression on his face was always straightforward.

Tang Xin was a little puzzled, what happened to her mother today? She didn't even scold her for wearing her mother's least favorite jeans.

Tang Xin secretly leaned on the railing, but Zhao Ke raised her eyes to see... Tang Xin immediately ran into her bedroom.

Tang Zhiyuan took a sip of coffee and sighed: "Tang Xin was born to you and has such a problem. Why should you be so strict with her and make her happy?"

Zhao Ke's voice murmured: "Zhiyuan, you also think Tang Xin will not live long, do you?"

When she said this, Tang Zhiyuan was a little dissatisfied, "Zhao Ke, do you know what you are talking about? Tang Xin hears how sad it is to say that."

"Tang Xin is sad, am I not sad?" There was a frenzy on Zhao Ke's face, "Tang Zhiyuan, what do you think of me, do you think about it right now, and Lin Yun that idiot|people can repair the old? ?"

Tang Zhiyuan was furious. The one he owed most in his life was Lin Yun. At this moment, when Zhao Ke said about her, he felt that all the anger was ignited at that moment. He had never done anything to Zhao Ke, but now, he raised his hand. With a slap, he slapped Zhao Ke's face.

"It's true that I spoiled you! These years of pampering life has made you forget the cultivation you should have. You just want to squeeze into the upper class again, but look at your full body of virtue, is it worthy to be Tang Xin's mother? "Tang Zhiyuan's words are extremely heavy.

Five finger prints floated on half of Zhao Ke's face. She covered her face and stared at him Tang Zhiyuan, "You hit me!"

She repeated it again, and then rushed in front of Tang Zhiyuan, and fought desperately, just like an ordinary shrew...

"Tang Zhiyuan, do you know how I've lived these years? It's good for you to be a hand shopkeeper, and I have to take Tang Xin with a sick child who doesn't know if I can live beyond twenty, pretending As if nothing had happened, when Tang Xin had a fever, where were you?"

"You are on the bed of a little model!" Zhao Ke's hair is a little messy, scattered on her face, and her eyelash makeup, which was originally extremely delicate, is now sticky like a black squishy, ​​it looks Somewhat scary!

Tang Zhiyuan narrowed his eyes and clasped Zhao Ke's wrist. "What about you, noble Mrs. Tang, have you not had any close contacts over the years?"

Zhao Ke was stunned, with his hands hanging in the air, with a slightly shocked expression.

Tang Zhiyuan knows?

"Giving others respect is also respecting oneself." Tang Zhiyuan let go of her, and Zhao Ke lost this strength, stepped back and fell on the sofa.

She looked at Tang Zhiyuan sullenly, her face burning like fire, and her heart beating very fast.

"In these years, if it weren't for Tang Xin, do you think I would be able to tolerate you?" Tang Zhiyuan looked at Zhao Ke condescendingly, and then half-bended his body and pinched Zhao Ke's chin with his fingers.