Mr Bo's Spoiling His Sweet Wife

December 31, Haicheng, cold.

The weather is getting colder and colder. There are still one or two months to celebrate the new year. In the middle of winter, passers-by jostle and miss one after another. The pace of life is getting faster and faster, and we are no longer staying for who we meet on the road.

Tang Wei and Cong Shan were already at home when Tang Shi left work. Tang Wei school had a new year's Day holiday, and recently he could have a few consecutive days off. Cong Shan turned on the heating at home. Her nose was a little red on the way to work. She felt a little better when she got home.

Congshan got off work earlier than she did. At the moment, Cong Shan and Tang Wei were sitting under the air conditioner and blowing to their faces. Two faces, one big and one small, were flushed by the heat.

See Tang Shi come home from work, Tang Wei rushed to the past, "Mommy, today is me earlier than you!"

Tang Shi smiles, "yes, because you read more seriously than Mommy."

Tang Wei took Tang Shi to the air conditioner. Cong Shan bought strawberries and ate while picking them. On the last day, the three people got together to play a game. Then Tang Shi cleaned up and went to bed early.

Tang Wei wants to spend the new year together with Cong Shan. He stays in his room at night and refuses to come out. Tang Shi can't help but let him go. He lies in bed alone. As soon as he covers the quilt, his mobile phone rings.

It's a bunch of strange numbers.

Recently, Tang poetry was particularly alert to this strange number. As soon as it was connected, there was a sound of electronic music in the bar.

There was a waiter feeding several times into the microphone. Tang Shi frowned and coldly replied, "what can I do for you?"

The waiter's voice is very noisy. He is also trying his best to shout at Tang Shi, "Hello, miss, your husband has drunk too much and is unconscious. Please come and pick it up."

Husband?

Tang Shi sneered, "sorry, I'm single."

The waiter suddenly understood that the relationship was a quarrel between the two young couples, and they tried to coax them gently there, "but your husband's note says wife, isn't Miss Tang? The name is right. Don't make trouble for the new year's Eve. Please come to Myst and pick up your husband! "

Tang Shi didn't speak. She was silent for a long time. The waiter fed her cell phone a few times. She said, "I don't have a husband. You have the wrong number."

"No way, Miss Tang You Your husband is drunk here... "

Tang Shi didn't think much about it and hung up the phone.

Now to this out, if she again silly paste up, it is a cheap.

The opposite thin night saw the waiter return the mobile phone to him, smashed the wine glass in his hand on the ground, "she didn't have the courage to hang up the phone!"

"This guest, you You drink too much... "

"Drink too much, let her pick me up!" Bo Ye roared like a child, "keep fighting! Let her pick me up! "

"I I've dialed you. Can you say it yourself? "

It seems that the conflict between the couple is a little big. The waiter dare not intervene any more, and can only say, "Sir, I'll repeat it again now..."

Not long after Tang Shi fell asleep, the phone came again. As soon as she wanted to make it clear, the voice of thin night came from the other end of her mobile phone.

"Tang Shi, take me home."

In a word, it's like five years ago. He drank too much and said to her like a servant, take me back. She went to pick him up, but the scene he saw was nothing more than his arm around a group of women, drunk.

Tang poetry fingers tight and tight, "I have nothing to do with you, don't call me."

Thin Night Low smile, wine up, his whole consciousness is chaotic, "Tang poetry, don't make trouble, OK? Can I give you what you want? The studio is short of money. I'll give it to you. Don't let Suqi intervene, OK

"You're upset."

Tang poetry three words, let thin night whole heart are cold.

In the past, Tang poetry would not talk to him like this.

"Tang poetry What do you want? Can we... " Can you do it again?

Bo Ye said, "you don't come to pick me up! I'll go downstairs to your house! "

"You're crazy, aren't you?" Tang poetry can't bear it, "whatever you do, don't bother me again! Bo Ye, I don't have any relationship with you for a long time. Next time I have time to change my remarks in my mobile phone. Don't pester me in the middle of the night! "

She was so cold, so cold that there was no room for turning back.

Thin night choked, "Tang poetry, can I apologize? I... "

"Sorry?"

Tang Shi laughed wildly, "it's no use apologizing, just go to death."

Thin night, like thunder, was boiling around the bar, but he felt cold all over his body. At this moment, time was pressed the pause button, and everything was still. Only her words just now echoed repeatedly, beating his soul.

On December 31, 2017, he was lost in 2017 by Tang poetry.