Mr Bo's Spoiling His Sweet Wife

Su Qi never thought that Tang poetry would make a move, so he accepted her slap directly. After that, he even laughed, and his voice reached Tang Shi's ears with a smile. "I've beaten, I've cried, and I'm not willing to tell me what happened?"

What happened? She couldn't say it at all.

Those shameful words made her unable to tell. All the pain was that she bit her teeth and swallowed blood in her stomach.

Seeing this picture of Tang poetry, Su Qi did not speak. After a long silence, the man sighed, "Tang poetry, why are you so strong every time?"

Tang poetry did not speak, eyes are still red, Su Qi stretched out his hand to hold her chin, she was like an electric shock in general severely trembling.

"I'm sorry."

She quickly apologized hoarse, did not give Suqi time to respond, he stopped her, tall figure in front of her, "Hello, not so?"

Tang poetry cold voice, "get out of the way."

"I'm kind-hearted, Tang poetry..." Su Qi felt a deep powerlessness for her hardness and softness.

Once she believed in him and appreciated him.

But this good feeling has been destroyed by his own hands, that night of heavy rain, he completely trampled on her dignity, probably from that moment on, Tang poetry has already pulled him into the blacklist.

Su Qi's heart a draw, subconsciously counterattack, "is thin night bullying you?"

Bo Ye did not know what pain the two words poked into the Tang poetry. She wiped her tears and walked home, pushing Su Qi vigorously. However, she was held in her arms by a man's backhand. She seemed to be frightened, "let me go!"

Shit, Su Qi thought that his face, which had always been very useful in women's group, was now completely useless.

Tang poetry doesn't care about him at all.

Su Qi just wanted to carry her back to his home with a strong and direct wave. As a result, he heard a cold voice insert into their movements.

"What are you doing?"

Cong Shan stood at the end of the corridor, obviously off duty, still holding Tang Wei in his hand. Tang's only face looked curiously at Tang Shi and Su Qi, "Mommy, uncle Su? What are you doing? "

The two men suddenly let go of each other as if they were caught in bed. Su Qi stepped back two steps and stood behind the Tang poetry instead.

When Cong Shan's indifferent sight sweeps over, Tang poetry has an illusion of being watched by parents.

Tang's only face was naive, "Uncle Su, did you just come back from the outside?"

He also pointed to the luggage in Suqi's hand.

Su Qi embarrassed smile, "yes, just met, really coincident."

"What a coincidence." Congshan sneers and goes to open the door. Su Qi looks at his cold side face and doesn't speak.

Tang poetry is still Leng there, obviously did not respond to Cong Shan's appearance so suddenly.

Until Cong fir with that pair of cold smile out of his head and called, "Leng why? Come in

The last two words are rather gnarled. Cong Shan leads Tang poetry in, and then with a bang, the door closes in front of Su Qi.

The sound of the door slamming scared Su Qi.

When the reaction came over, Su Qi was angry and laughed. Shit, crazy what crazy!

The man put his hands in his pocket and whistled back, came to his door, opened the door, and suddenly thought of the hasty kiss just now.

Su Qi's eyes are dim and ambiguous.

******Since Tang Cong's eyes are cold, some of them are cold and smile.

Tang poetry is a little guilty, "what are you doing?"

"I should have asked you that."

Congshan squinted, "what are you doing with Suqi?"

"Happened to meet..." Tang poetry talks in a hurry, just like being found guilty. This kind of dodge looks in Cong Shan's eyes, the man is bad tempered to cold hum a, "take a bath!"

"Ah? Oh. " Tang Shi was in a mess, with other people's suits on her shoulders. She took off and went to the bathroom.

Congshan picked up the coat from the ground and threw it on the balcony without much thought.

If you remember correctly, that coat was given to her by thin night.

The man's eyes suffused with cold light, just throw the clothes in the past, behind Tang Wei followed up and called out, "little uncle!"

Cong Shan looked back and hid his emotions perfectly. Then he took a look at him, "what's the matter?"

"Today's homework has puzzles. Mom doesn't play with this very much. You and I can do it together."

Tang Wei shows him his homework. Cong Shan squats down to study with him in the living room. After a long time, Tang poetry has not come out from the bath. Their homework has been finished.

"You can take this to mommy for me to sign."

Tang Wei handed the family contact book to him, "I'll make the bed!"

With that, she went in. Cong Shan took the family contact book in her hand for a long time. She still walked to the bathroom door.Knocking on the door twice, the voice of Tang poetry came, "who is it?"

"Me." Cong Shan's tone was low and indifferent.

"Oh, come on in. I'm done." Tang Shi, wearing a bathrobe, was wiping the mirror blurred by water mist. Cong Shan pushed the door in and saw her holding up her hand, a piece of cloth in her hand, and was cleaning the mirror with her feet.

The two straight and slender legs under the broad bathrobe reveal the delicate skin at the root of the thigh, just like the best suede jade.

Tang Shi noticed Cong Shan's sight, then jumped down, "what's the matter?"

After that, she also turned a towel in her hand, which was similar to Errenzhuan. The towel jumped from her hand to her other hand, and then she skillfully hung it on the shelf.

She turned to look at Cong Shan and said, "eh?"