Mr Bo's Spoiling His Sweet Wife

Tang Shi received a phone call from Tang Wei half an hour later. Then she came to Bo's house with red eyes all the way. She stumbled into the door, and a thin shadow rushed into her arms.

Tang Wei's voice was still full of fear, "Mommy..."

"Weiwei, you scared mommy to death, you know?"

Tang Shi touched Tang Wei's face, "is nothing wrong? Where's the little uncle? "

Little uncle? Thin night heard the address narrowed his eyes and laughed sarcastically, "Tang poetry, you even want to cheat your son?"

What laoshizi's little uncle! Congshan is a double of Tang Yi!

Tang Shi's face turned pale, "shut up!"

But late, Tang Wei already knew everything, from contact with Congshan family, to now thin night this sentence to the point, he knew everything

Cong Shan is not his little uncle He has nothing to do with his uncle Tang Yi

So Where is his uncle? Why don't you come out? Why does Mommy lie to Cong Shan?

The little boy's brain was so smart that countless questions flashed. After all the possibilities were denied, the remaining impossibilities were particularly shocking.

Tang Wei's lips trembled, "Mommy Where's my uncle

Tang poetry tried to explain it, but it was dumb when it opened its mouth.

She was unable to tell the cruel truth.

She picked up Tang Wei and walked out of the door of Bo's family. After her death, Bo ye called out to her, "Tang Shi, Cong Shan is not a little uncle at all. My child needs a real father. It's me..."

The real father

Tang poetry laughed.

"Congshan is much better than your real father, even if he has no blood relationship with Tang Wei."

Words kill the heart!

Thin night pupil tightening, he thought he helped her to bring her son back safely, can offset a little of her old hatred

However, new love is not equal to old hatred. He forgot how Tang poetry was destroyed by him. Now it is extremely difficult for her to come back!

Su Qi stopped the car and came to see Tang Shi holding Tang Wei out of the door of Bo's house with tears in his arms. He went up and cried out anxiously, "Tang poetry!"

When Tang poetry raised his head, he stepped forward. In the cold wind, Su Qi untied the buttons of his broad cotton padded jacket. Then he pulled it apart from both sides and covered them with clothes on both sides.

Tang poetry did not hold back, tears came out again.

In this scene, the knife splits the body of thin night.

Su Qi laughs and looks at the little spot in his arms. "Oh, little bunny, I'll be fine."

Tang Wei broke his tears for a smile, and Su Qi said, "hum, I'm the protagonist! I'm not going to have an accident

They make fun of each other like slapping in the face of thin night.

The woman who once loved him deeply now hides in another man's arms to keep warm. Even his son is so close to that man.

All that he had before left him with a determined attitude at this moment. Leave him for another man.

How much hope and warmth did he bury himself?

Bo Ye chased out with Tang poetry, but stopped at the moment when he saw Su Qi.

Cold wind blowing, cool through the heart. At the beginning of the new year, he seems to have experienced a disaster. All the things that he didn't pay attention to at the beginning of the new year and were discarded by him have now become his tools. Together with his memories, he thinks over and hurts again.

Bo Ye thought that no one could hurt him like this, and even had no strength to fight back.

Quiet? What if it was quiet five years ago?

Bo Ye did not dare to think, he did not dare to admit whether the weight of Tang poetry in his heart had exceeded tranquility.

He didn't even dare to look up five years ago.

Ye Jingtang once said to Bo Ye with a smile in one night, "Bo Ye, you are always the most counsellor for Tang poetry."

What he said is quite right. Bo Ye is not a failure to investigate, but a fundamental I don't dare to check.

A lot of evidence is different from that of five years ago. Although his investigation is extremely difficult, it is not that he can not find it. It is because he has no courage to take this step.

If Tang poetry is innocent What should he do? If the quiet death is really just an accident, then he, in the end, how to face the woman who was destroyed by himself?

Will he regret it?

He has already regretted it!

He could not say that he was afraid to admit his cowardice. But in the face of Tang poetry, he became a deserter and constantly brainwashed himself. Five years ago, he did nothing wrong.

If he is wrong Tang poetry's deep love for him was destroyed in his own hands!

Thin night back a few steps, cool wind through the hall, startled thousands of flood. At this moment, his heart was as cold as ruins, and the truth hidden under the thick snowy mountains that have not changed for thousands of years may have revealed the tip of the iceberg.

He could not hold the draught, just as he could not hold the hand of Tang poetry.