Mr Bo's Spoiling His Sweet Wife

Listening to Tang Wei's words, Bo Ye laughed at that time!

"What do you mean?"

Bo Ye stares at his face, "you are my son, do you want me to take you to test DNA? What procedures do I need to raise my own son? "

Tang Wei looks at Bo Ye's face. The father and son are one big and one small. It's just like copying and pasting. However, the facial features of thin night are more profound and delicate, while Tang Wei is gentle in temperament, which is very similar to the feeling of Tang poetry.

He said softly, "Bo Shao, if I remember correctly, you and my mother were divorced five years ago. I was born after your divorce, so my custody is naturally in the hands of Mommy. If you want to support me, you have to negotiate with my mother about the custody plan. "

Thin night pupil shrinks, seem to be incredible general, repeated again, "what do you say?"

Why are five-year-old children so mentally close to demons?!

Tang Wei looked at Bo Ye like this. He seemed indifferent to his shock. Finally, his voice dropped slowly. He said, "Bo Shao, if I were not your son It's just that my mother gave birth to someone else. Would you do this to me? "

Thin night's heart a tight, unprovoked irritability across the heart.

If the child was not his own son, would he take so much trouble to take him home? But At the thought of Tang Shi having children with other men, he couldn't control his anger

As if in his impression, Tang poetry always revolves around himself and can only give birth to his seed. Other men who dare to touch her are looking for death!

Tang Wei looked at Bo Ye's expression, and suddenly he laughed. The child's voice was as clear as jade, but with a needle like irony.

"Bo Shao, you never know what kind of life we had in five years, so I can't be close to you."

Tang Wei raised his head and looked at the thin night. At that moment, the thin night felt that a thousand arrows pierced his heart.

A five-year-old boy, with this ability, hurt him so far.

He said, "thin little, I'm the only motivation for mommy to live in this world. Without me, she will die."

Without Tang Wei, Tang poetry will die.

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Tang Shi is in the evening at eight o'clock to pack up their own, to Bo Ye reported to her location, mago's gate.

As soon as the waiter saw it, he came up to meet him and said, "Hello, miss..."

Tang made her own hair, remade her make-up and sprayed perfume, a suit dress with a little high heel and elegant temperament. She stood there with her half hair and a necklace under her thin neck. This is Tang Yi's handmade work, which is the only one in the world.

Just standing there, no one dared to step forward. That aura is too expensive, just like a lady of a family. Her face is slightly drooping, her eyelashes are long and thin, and her red lips are purplish. Her nose outlines the delicate radian of her side face, which makes everyone feel familiar with her face.

But no one can remember who she is.

Maybe there are so many noble ladies in this city that everyone just thinks she is familiar, but can't remember where she has seen her. Such a beautiful face, if you see it again next time, it will certainly leave a deep impression.

No one knows that she was the old lady of Tang family. After five years in prison, she lost half of her finger and was destroyed in her life of dignity and pride.

Thin night drove the car to the mago parking lot to park the car. When I came up, I saw such a scene.

The people who drank too much also shook their heads and walked over and said, "shit, did you see that beautiful woman at the door? It's just the best! The temperament, the appearance, tut

The brother next to him said, "don't think about it. Can you touch such a woman? It's almost like being a driver."

"Ha ha, I'd love to be a driver! Give it to her for free

Thin night eyebrows slightly wrinkled up, and then look up to see Tang poetry standing there, a cold temperament, indifferent eyebrows, beautiful facial features written indifference and alienation, when he saw him, a pair of eyes in a flurry.

Thin night stopped like this, wearing a creative white shirt, neat suit pants, there are two straight legs, stepping on a pair of Bari family, one hand holding the car key, the other hand holding a coat. An uninhibited and handsome face, two black diamond earrings in his left ear correspond to his Obsidian eyes. He stood at the door, tall and straight, which attracted passers-by to look back.

He has such an aura that he is born to be noticed by everyone. The genie's beautiful facial features and deep and steady temperament make all the women fascinated and want to rush into his arms crazily.

It is said that Bo Ye is the dream lover in the heart of women in this city. So when Bo Ye married Tang poetry five years ago, all the women in this city were lovelorn.

Five years later, Tang Shi was sent to prison by himself. I don't know how many people whistled behind their backs to congratulate them.

Bo Ye is undoubtedly perfect from all aspects, family background, financial resources, power, but only for love, a charity has never been given to Tang poetry.Tang Shi thinks that she is sad. This man doesn't belong to herself, but she thinks that she can move him if she is strong. After five years of foolishness and five years of sin - ten years, she finally realized that it is impossible to get together with Bo Ye, and that the price of understanding these truths is to be ruined.

Bo Ye and Tang poetry are at the door, looking at each other across the crowd. They seem to pass through these strange faces. They look back to the past and have a glimpse of thousands of years.

He is still the love in her heart, and she is the girl in his eyes.

Time flies like a shuttle. How did they get to where they are now? In the end Who is pushing behind?

Tang poetry ended his random thoughts, looked up at the thin night step by step to come to his side, the man's star shining, incomparable dignity, all the way around the people are compared, until standing in front of her.

When the distance between the perfect face and himself suddenly drew closer, Tang poetry sadly found that his heart no longer had a trace of palpitation.

Bo Ye, do you know that I have loved you for 15 years since I was young, and I have suffered half my life?

She looked at thin night and then took back her eyes. Thin night said faintly beside her, "how long have you been waiting?"

"Not long, ten minutes."

Tang poetry smile, elegant so that people can not find a loophole, but it is this appearance, let thin night feel strange.

In the past, she was always gentle and generous, with innumerable affection in her eyes. Now her eyes are just like the decaying black hole, in which her pride folded wings fell and was swallowed up and turned into nothingness.

Thin night heart tip trembles, but endure the voice way, "go up, come with me."

After that, he reached out and pressed the elevator switch. At the moment of opening the door, no one dared to follow them and ride with them.