Heart attack

Chapter 201 hate marriage
Just like what the person said, the whole world thinks so.

Contempt, disdain, ugly and disgusting, when these eyes wandered over her, she seemed to fall into a suspended floating board, even though the board was as gentle as water, it seemed that if she was not careful, she would fall into darkness.

She is not afraid, but she is afraid of the feast going on.

She was afraid that Sheng Yan would be dragged into the quagmire by herself. A person as high as Sheng Yan didn't need to go through these unreasonable disasters.

If you like someone, you want that person to own the whole world, and hope that the person you like is full of flowers and flowers.

I hope that he will be prosperous and prosperous all his life, and that he will come back safe and sound.

Tang Hong also always thought that he was free and easy, facing Guan Sizu's pursuit, after realizing that he liked him, he quickly confessed his love and confirmed the relationship.

When he learned that Guan Sizu had lied to him, and even lost five years of relationship, he spent a month calming down, but now he is not unhappy, but no longer entangled.

But whenever she faces a feast, she thinks more and more.

She would think about the feast, the goodness of the feast, the future of the feast, and the fact that he wants thousands of people to love him.

Even if you like it.

At night, she lay paralyzed on the bed, and there was no reply to the news at noon, it was almost twelve o'clock for the feast. I really don't know if this man deliberately caught her appetite, or he was really busy.

He could come to pick her up in the morning, but he didn't have time to reply when he left.

Time passed by little by little, and when Song Qingke knocked on the door and called her to take a bath, Tang Hongyi slowly stood up, his limp body was a little stiff at the moment.

She moved and made a soft sound of bones colliding. She casually took a set of pajamas and walked to the bathroom.

Song Qingke was watching TV outside the door, no doubt caught a glimpse of her and said, "Do you want to put the two clothes on your head or your legs?"

"..."

Tang Hong also looked down at the pajamas, "I'll take it again."

"Don't hold your cell phone all day long. What if you get dementia at a young age? What news is so important? I've been staring at you for dinner with Xiaoxie. It's not polite. Fortunately, you didn't come back for the New Year. If you dare to play with your mobile phone at the New Year's Eve dinner, your head will be cut off."

"Mom, am I your sweetheart?" Tang Hong also grabbed the trousers, "It is said that the daughter is the mother's little padded jacket. Why do I feel that you regard me as an enemy? Do I make you dislike me so much?" ?”

"Little padded jacket? You are my papa!" Song Qingke snorted, "Your mother, I love myself the most in my life, and you can be ranked fourth at most."

"The second is barely a father, so who is the third?" She was not convinced. She used to be at least the third, and it was only a year since she hadn't seen her. Her ranking continued to decline.

Speaking of the third, Song Qingke revealed some deep joy, "Your mother's little sister."

"Auntie?" Tang Hong was also a little surprised, he only had a little impression of this auntie, "Have you found it?"

"Well, I just got in touch some time ago. I'm coming here for the New Year. If you have time, you can pick it up and go home to have a look."

"So the relative is my aunt?" She was thinking about the time of Chinese New Year, "I should be free, and I'll let you know when I come back."

"It's okay if you don't come back without your boyfriend."

"Mom—if you urge your daughter to hate marrying again."

"It's too urgent, okay, anyway, you are the last person to die of old age, not your mother and me. Don't expect me to help you on the way to Huangquan. A person freezes to death without a companion to keep warm."

"Then I'll go find my dad."

"Go away, your father is mine." Song Qingke glared at her.

Tang Xunyang had just entered the house, and after hearing these conversations, he was exhausted from the day. The briefcase was placed on the shoe cabinet, and he smiled, "Honey, I'm back~"

A seven-foot man who is about 60 years old, he has no less effort in dealing with his wife's acting like a baby.

(End of this chapter)