Wife has been reborn

Chapter 677 Well, Wife Slave 1
The one and only dad, the forever dad! !

A woman, if the child she is carrying is really not the man she married, then when she tells this secret, her tone will be eager to tell the truth.

However, there was no mention of his life experience from the beginning to the end. Instead, it was repeatedly emphasized later that Tan Zhenying was his father.

Why so emphatically?

Why after emphasis?Also used such a strong three exclamation points?

There is only one reason, and that is: she hates the child's biological father very much, and she doesn't want the child to have anything to do with him, so she said this in such a tone.

I would rather let my children recognize a man who is not their biological father as their father forever. This is already a very helpless and cruel thing.

She would rather commit suicide than stay in this world, even if her child is only seven years old.

So, what happened to her back then?What heinous thing did that man do to her?Will let her do this?
He closed the diary with a "snap", and in his eyes, a huge blackness, like a storm coming, gushed out from it immediately.

So, Ye Tang, are you all acting with me?

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In the end, Sheng Qianyu couldn't wait for the man to come home, and then fell asleep on the sofa unbearably.

When Tan Siyuan really came back, she was already sleeping deeply on the sofa.

"Sir, I asked my wife to go to sleep, but my wife insisted on waiting for you to come back. I can't help it..." Aunt Wang hadn't slept yet, and when she saw that her husband finally came back, she hurriedly explained there.

Tan Siyuan didn't blame her. After waving his hands, he motioned for her not to explain, then took off his coat, and picked the girl up from the sofa.

"Well……"

Maybe it was because the frost on this person was too heavy, suddenly being hugged from the warm and soft sofa, the girl who was immersed in her sleep shrank in his arms a little uncomfortable.

Seeing her, the man holding her tightened his arms and pulled her closer to his chest.

The familiar girl's sweet fragrance is like a plump peach. At this moment, he hugged her, the long-lost softness and petiteness made him finally let go of the hostility in his body and the unhappiness in his heart. He bowed his head deeply. After staring at her deeply, he carried her upstairs.

When he got upstairs, because he hadn't showered yet, he put her under the quilt first, and then went to the bathroom.

When he came out after washing, because it was getting late, he also lifted the quilt and lay down next to her...

"Hmm... cold..."

It was suddenly lifted, and a gust of cold wind came in. The girl who was sleeping comfortably muttered again in dissatisfaction.

When he heard it, his thin lips couldn't help pursing an arc, and with a flick of his arm, he finally took the little ball into his arms: "Is it cold?"

"Well, it's cold..."

After fishing it in, maybe because of the familiar smell, the little girl who was still sleeping immediately got into his arms like an octopus and entangled him completely.

Well, if she was sober, she certainly wouldn't do it.

The smile in the corner of the man's eyes deepened, he didn't think about anything else, he reached out and turned off the light on the bedside table, then hugged her and fell asleep together.

This is his whole world, everything else has nothing to do with him!

(End of this chapter)