Mr Bo's Spoiling His Sweet Wife

"The head is right." Jiang Qi's thick nerves, did not understand the deep meaning of Tang Wei's words, but praised, "Tang poetry, you have a gifted son."

Tang Wei said to one side, "that must be! In the future, as long as I'm here, no one dares to hurt Mommy! "

"Oh? So if your mom and Bo ye break up again, who will you help? "

"My mother, of course." Tang Wei did not hesitate to reply, he word by word, but his voice was tender but firm, "if one day thin night stands opposite us, even if it is my own father, I will not be merciful."

Tang Shi raised his head, at first glance was frightened by Tang Wei's dark eyes, but the next second, the little boy was smiling and bent, with a naive look on his face, "right, Mommy?"

"Ah? Well Well... "

Tang Shi looked at his son and said nothing else.

At the end of the night, several people went back to their rooms to sleep. Tang Wei also went back to his small room. There was silence in the living room. Han rang came back in the middle of the night. As soon as he entered the house, he saw a figure sitting in the living room. He was thin and straight, staring at the computer screen in front of him and tapping the keyboard with his fingers.

Han rang squinted and saw the lines of code on the computer screen.

He just stood at the door and looked at the figure for a long time, until he saw him knock down the Enter key, suddenly the screen burst into a colorful snowflake, like a magnetic storm, all the electromagnetic in the carnival, 1 and 0 digital created a mechanical galaxy.

After watching the whole magnetic storm on the screen, Tang Weicai turned back and took a look at Han rang, "how long have you been waiting at the door?"

Han rangcai was surprised that the child had already found him.

He wanted to come forward, Tang Wei stretched out his finger to his lips, "Shh, keep it low, mummy and Qiqi sister are already asleep."

His voice was so tender, but his eyes were calm and calm, like a wave of ancient pool.

A six-year-old boy has such a mind

Han let's head on the emergence of the original used to describe Zhuge Liang words, more intelligent near demon.

He put down the footstep sound, slowly walked to Tang Wei side, reached out to touch the back of his head, "you can play programming?"

Tang Wei droops the eyelid, "the foundation still can."

When he was at Bo Ye's home, he often used his computer to learn all kinds of code engineering, and even made up an instruction code. When Bo ye came in, he could press the Enter key and quickly switch the screen to Altman's picture.

It is doubtful that children of five or six years old spend their days in front of the computer and do other things. But if they want to see Altman, it seems particularly normal.

This is how he deceived Bo Ye's ears and eyes, and then with the help of his study's powerful materials and books to enrich his knowledge level, and in front of Bo Ye, he continued to pretend a pair of ignorant and simple.

Han rang praised from the bottom of his heart, "you are very smart. Does your mother know?"

Tang Wei smiles and shakes his head, "my mother doesn't know, if she knows, she will blame herself."

If Tang poetry knew Tang Wei's mind, it would be very self reproach.

He was so careful that he must have thought of this, so he was still a child who had no idea in front of Tang poetry. Even if she knew that the last time she jumped into the sea in front of thin night, she only thought that the child was too tired of thin night, so she wanted to leave him and chose to jump into the sea in a hurry.