Deliberately attack

Chapter 208 Lies wrapped in lies
Zhao Meilun's face became paler.

But Tang Yili refused to give up, and wanted to poke people where they hurt, vowing to explain clearly once and for all.

"Do you think you saw through the face of our father and daughter, and killed the child in anger, so you think we killed your child?"

"Think about it for yourself, is that really the case?"

"If Xun Lang makes a move in time, I won't need to get married, and I won't force my father to give up all his wealth to redeem Yili's clothes. That child can stay in your belly now."

There was still a driver sitting in front of him, and Tang Yili had exposed his deep secret just like that.

Zhao Meilun was extremely embarrassed.

She didn't know where she had exposed her flaws, but with Tang Yili's ability, she knew it was only a matter of time. She was able to hide everything from Tang Feng, but she never thought that she could hide Tang Yili forever.

Zhao Meilun took a quick look at Lao Huang who was driving in front of him, fearing that his inner secrets would be known, but also extremely angry at Tang Yili's pressing questions.

She lowered her voice and stared at Tang Yili.

"You mean to blame me?!"

"Tang Yili, that's my child. It hurts me the most to kill it. Why do you say that I killed this child? It's you! You father and daughter, no one cares about its existence!"

"No one doesn't care about it!" Tang Yili strongly disagreed.

"Dai Kuan was hospitalized suddenly, and we were also very anxious. We went to the hospital to see her. How did you know that you were so impatient. You ran to kill the child immediately, and refused to wait for a few hours..."

Because just a few hours later, Tang Yili and Li Jiaoyang discussed the matter of marriage and held a shareholders' meeting at the same time.

Tang Yili: "Even if there is no Xun Lang, and Feng Tang suffers, I will not run away alone, facing my father, facing Feng Tang veterans, and your children, I will take my responsibility. Instead, you, push He judges others by himself, is full of lies, and never trusts others."

"Zhao Meilun, it's your own fault that the child is gone! It's you who don't want me to feel better, that's why you don't believe that I will get married for you."

"So, you are the one who killed this child by mistake! You can't blame anyone else!"

"Yes, it's all my fault!" Zhao Meilun's inner demon was released suddenly, "It's all my fault! But that's my child! When it is shed, only I will feel the pain, and only I will be connected with it by blood, isn't it? Do I want it to die?! It’s not all forced by you!”

"Why do you blame me?!"

The car travels in the dark, with excellent airtightness, so that the people sitting in the car can only feel a little bump.

The instrument trembled slightly, and in the quiet air, a trace of panting and sobbing slowly leaked out.

The man sitting between the two young women was still in a coma.

Zhao Meilun covered her face, tears streaming down her fingers.

The regret of killing the child had already begun since she was lying on the operating table, but the greatest pain came from the fact that after the operation was completed, Mother Zhao was by the bedside, still chattering.

"Anyway, the Tang family is about to go bankrupt. It's a pity that the child is gone. You will have to remarry at that time. You can't spend your whole life with an old and poor man."

At this time Tang Feng called, his tone was sad but gentle, he told her: "A Li and Li Jiaoyang have talked, and the marriage is officially on the agenda."

"Meilun, don't be too sad, Ali and I care about this child."

Tang Yili did not take away Tang Feng's life's wealth as Zhao Meilun thought, and went to have a good time alone.

Like a real strong person, she stayed and took responsibility, while Zhao Meilun became a rat who fled.

At the same time, he personally killed the flesh and blood in his stomach.

Tangfeng did not become poor, so the Zhao family who killed the child was naturally reluctant to offend the son-in-law, so there was the following lie-the child never existed.

A lie wraps a lie.

When it was finally broken, Zhao Meilun didn't expect it to hurt so much, why did she blame Tang Yili for everything, but she still felt extremely painful.

In the second half of the journey, Tang Yili didn't say another word until Zhao Meilun's crying gradually became quieter, and she handed over a face towel.

Across the unconscious Tangfeng, Zhao Meilun was stunned for a moment, raised his head from the palm of his hand, and slowly took it.

"Uncle Huang," Tang Yili was talking to the driver.

"Miss."

"The conversation tonight must not be known by the fourth person."

Driver Lao Huang: "I understand."

The car was parked in the underground parking lot, facing the elevator, Lao Huang and Tang Yili, one on the left and one on the right, helped Tangfeng go upstairs, and Zhao Meilun followed behind carrying their bags.

After entering the house, Tang Feng was put on the bed properly, and Tang Yili took off his father's shoes and covered him with a quilt.

Lao Huang had already left, and Zhao Meilun dimmed the lighting, making the carefully furnished bedroom even more cozy.

Tang Yili didn't stay, turned around and walked towards the door. Zhao Meilun stood there wearing slippers, handing the bag to Tang Yili, handing it over with one hand, receiving it with the other, with both hands on the handle of the bag at the same time.

"Thank you."

Zhao Meilun suddenly said softly, as if afraid that the words would fall apart, and said it again.

"Thank you."

Tang Yili looked at her deeply. It was a rare time for the two of them who were similar in age not to confront each other.

……

Back at her home, Tang Yili stepped on the floor with bare feet, feeling the coolness on the soles of her feet, and lay down on the sofa, she was so tired that she didn't even want to change her clothes.

The debate with Zhao Meilun is far from a victory, and the reconciliation at the cost of a small life is already the most painful loss for this family.

It doesn't matter if it is hidden from Tangfeng, after all, Tang Yili is very clear about how much his father loves his children.

I remember when I was in kindergarten, Tang Yili’s favorite little skirt was scratched. When I learned that it was the last one in the mall, Tang Feng actually darned it by himself. In this way, he, a big man, made a perfect suit.

I don't know how much effort it took, I stayed up for several nights...

If Tangfeng were to know that his old man ended up missing out on this world because of a woman's selfishness, I don't know how sad he would be.

Therefore, Tang Yili made up his mind to hide it to the end.

When he was drowsy, Tang Yili figured this out, and suddenly he wasn't sleepy again.

Thinking of sending a message to Xun Lang, Tang Yili turned over and took out her phone from her purse.

He said it, tell him when you get home.

She had legitimate reasons for contacting him.

Tang Yili asked: [I'm home, what are you doing. 】

Tang Yili faced the screen, blinked and waited. After a while, Xun Lang returned: [I'm already home, I'm reading a book, and I'm going to sleep. 】

Go to bed early and get up early, a good young man who is unshakable.

Tang Yili was wondering if she wouldn't be able to stay up late after marriage, after all, it doesn't seem very good to sleep on the same bed, one sleeping on the other...

Well, I might have to stay up all night at first, after all, newlyweds, dry firewood...

Tang Yili showed a foolish smile, and felt as if he was following her body, rolling over and over on the sofa.

Letting go of her shy face, Tang Yili pretended to be a virtuous and virtuous traditional woman, and finally sent a message.

【Oh, then you go to bed early, I'm asleep too. 】

Xun Lang quickly said good night.

Tang Yili laughed again for a long time, how could she really sleep in the long night, thanks to the random thoughts in her head just now, her body and spirit are now empty.

Nutrition is urgently needed.

After washing up and lying on the bed, Tang Yili took out the Kindle in the bedside table, where there were tens of gigabytes of small books, which were refurbished and wonderful.

Tang Yili chose a concubine, ordered a short storybook called "My Husband, Take It Easy", and read it happily.

The dim yellow night light in the bedroom casts a silhouette of a graceful beauty, and the beauty lowers her head, always unable to hold back her rippling heart, and sometimes makes a quack laugh.

(End of this chapter)