Mr Bo's Spoiling His Sweet Wife

Cong Shan, who came out of the room, could not bear the picture of two people entangled like this. He was indifferent and slender, standing at the back of Tang poetry, "if you want to quarrel, get out and quarrel, and find a place where there is no one to quarrel with. You spend money on the Navy, not on the scene. "

Tang poetry and Bo ye were choked by Cong Shan's words. After a look at each other, Tang Shi still chose to close the door. "You go out, I don't want to see you."

Thin night was thus directly shut out.

He was stunned. He didn't expect that the attitude of Tang poetry would become so rapid and indifferent. It was like something he had held in his palm carelessly fell down. He even broke it before he could catch it.

That kind of sudden sense of helplessness gradually permeated his mind. Bo Ye didn't know what was wrong with him. He only knew that he was probably ill.

See Tang poetry that look, the heart will follow pain.

Like a fool, he waited for an hour at the door of the Tang poetry family, and then did not wait for the second time to open the door. He thought Tang poetry was just a show of temper, but he didn't think about how he would deal with himself when a person who once loved you said goodbye to you and she left.

He was left in the same place, together with all the feelings, she blocked into the memories of the past.

He thought about her wandering at the door of the house for countless times.

There are too many legends in his mouth and ears, and only a few words are about how he is like a God. However, only now he stands outside the home of Tang poetry, and suddenly he is as helpless as standing in front of a tombstone. No matter how superior he was, his scenery is infinite, he is lost to a door that will not be opened again.

A delivery man passed this floor and saw a man twiddling in front of the door, stretching out his hand to try, but he took it back like an electric shock.

Then he turned quickly and left, pale as he left.

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after closing the door, Tang Shi gave an apologetic smile to Cong Shan, "sorry, let you see the joke."

Cong Shan hands in front of the chest, "OK."

He is not cold and warm. Except for a face, he has nothing else like Tang Yi.

Tang poetry is drawn into his nightmare of being extremely similar to Tang Yi and wakes up quickly.

She pulled the corners of her mouth. "Forget it, just think you haven't seen anything, but prepare for dinner."

Tang Wei revolves around Tang poetry. When mother and son stand together, they only have each other in their eyes, and no one can break into their small world.

Cong Shan sat back to her seat and then took a look at the Tang poetry. She seemed to be trying to keep calm, but sometimes she would send out a slight tremor with her chopsticks.

The man drooped his eyelids and did not speak.

The next day, when Tang poetry got up, another man, Su Qi, stood at the door of his house. He seemed to have been waiting for a while. When he saw the Tang poetry coming out, he looked behind her and said, "Cong Shan didn't follow me out?"

Tang Shi shook his head, "did not wake up."

"Just right."

Su Qi took the cigarette out of his mouth and left it in the ashtray beside the elevator. He took Tang Shi's hand and took her into the elevator.

Su Qi was so suddenly around, Tang poetry felt a little surprised, the heartbeat missed a beat, and then responded, "what are you doing?"

"I think it's necessary to talk to you about Congshan."

Su Qi looked at the numbers that kept jumping down, and then forced Tang poetry into a small corner, "you can't easily believe him as a man."

Tang poetry slightly frowned, "what's the matter? One by one, Bo Ye said so, and so did you

"So did Bo Ye?"

Su Qi eyebrows a pick, and then cynical smile, "he seems to miss you."

This is a little ambiguous, Tang poetry some dissatisfaction, "there is no need to deliberately say that, I will not make a fool of the second time."

Su Qi said with a smile, "what about me?"

Tang poetry sneer, "will not open the first time."

“……” Su Qi felt an arrow in his chest.

"In a word, Cong Shan's background is not very clean. I can't tell you the specific information for some reasons. Tang poetry, you have to be on guard against him. " Su Qi's good-looking eyebrows approached her, but the woman was indifferent.

Seeing that the elevator was about to go down, Su Qi could only whisper to Tang Shi, "and I can't appear in the same picture with you recently, so I can only send a message to you through the elevator. You should be careful of Congshan. He is not a good man. Even though I'm not a good person. But... "

He laughs playfully and abominably, that pair of blue-green eyes become particularly beautiful at that moment, the man has a beautiful and evil face, he also spoke with a uninhibited tone, "I admit I am scum, but I also admit that I have some thoughts on you."