Having Triplets With Potent CEO

Tang Qingge listened to him one by one "little beast", and his eyes gradually became cold, "I'm an animal. What are you? Old animal?"

"You!"

"You drugged my wine glass, found a reporter to surround me, harmed my reputation, and stepped on my shoulder to pave the way for Tang Mengqian. Compared with what you did to me, these are only light. Now you just let your 'philanthropist' vest fall off, and you can't stand it?"

"I can be Miss Tang safely because my mother is the owner of the villa and because the Tang Group is my mother's dowry. At best, you have only contributed a sperm. Your contribution is so great, and I can only repay you so much!"

"Tang Qingge!" Tang Chengguo angrily said, "don't forget what virtue you are. Aren't you afraid of what I said five years ago, which will make you plummet in the entertainment industry?"

"If you dare to do that, I dare to tell the police what Tang Mengqian and Lin Fengya did to me. It's too early to say who will be kicked out of the entertainment industry!"

Tang Chengguo's eyes were red and his whole body trembled with anger. "Don't talk nonsense!"

"My nonsense? Dare you say you don't know these things?"

Don't be afraid of ghosts knocking at the door.

Tang Qingge sneered, "don't forget, you still owe a life. Do you sleep well every day after your death? You must have dreamed of him! Did he ask you in his dream, why didn't you save me, why didn't you save me?"

Tang Chengguo's pupil shrinks, "shut up!"

"Do you remember what he looked like? Do you remember he was lying in bed, staring at you with his eyes, looking at you with hatred and resentment, but you just refused to save him. You killed him!"

"Tang Chengguo, are you guilty? Is it comfortable to step on your son's body and get the title of philanthropist? You must remember my mother's appearance before she died? How can you afford to be a philanthropist after doing so much thanks to your heart? Are you not afraid of being killed by lightning!"

The voice of Tang Qingge was like a ghost, winding around Tang Chengguo's heart sentence by sentence. Ling Han was steep. Every sentence was like a sharp knife, which pierced his heart, making his face blue and unusually ugly.

He shouted excitedly, "I didn't kill him, I didn't kill him!"

Just then, everyone's comments flashed on the screen, and the lit screen reflected Tang Chengguo's face more terrible than ghosts.

"Can he still sleep now? That's his only son. I really don't understand what it is that he can save his son but doesn't save it. Is he willing to watch his incense break?

"Cold blooded and ruthless, such a person should go to hell! Pull out his tongue!"

"Tang Chengguo, dream back at midnight. Are you still sleeping well? Won't you have nightmares and dream that your son will come to you?"

He took a look, as if Tang was dying. The scene was deeply engraved in his mind. Tang grabbed his clothes and stared at him, as if he resented why he didn't save him.

And Tang Qingge's mother. They both looked at him with resentful eyes.

Tang Chengguo threw away his mobile phone in a daze. The whole person trembled and was greatly frightened.

"Cheng Guo, what's the matter with you? Don't scare me? What's the matter with you?"

Lin Fengya was frightened. Tang Chengguo curled up on the ground with his back arched into a shrimp shape. When he looked at Lin Fengya, he seemed to be more frightened. His lips trembled and shouted, "go away, don't touch me! Don't touch me!"