Mr Bo's Spoiling His Sweet Wife

Sophie didn't expect that Tang poetry would ask questions back. For a while, she didn't know what to say to refute it.

Leng for a long time, she just came back to her mind, "you What's your attitude? You can't escape from the fingers of the thin night without our family's help? "

"Then I don't have to listen to you."

Tang Shi held his hands in front of his chest and sneered, "I've always come by myself without your help. I don't rely on anyone!"

Sophie was shocked by the words of Tang poetry, and the next second saw the woman in front of her in a sneer.

Her sneering look is also very beautiful. Such a woman has the charm that made the men of Haicheng boil. Later, she married Bo Ye, just like a star falling and fading away.

She said, "I think you're ridiculous. Since you want to chase Bo Ye, you go. What's the matter with me? Or are you afraid of me from the bottom of your heart, afraid of me, and feel inferior to me, that you can come up with this idea and feel that you can control me

Sophie was forced by the Tang poetry to say a word, but actually forced back a few steps, murmured, "you nonsense! What can't I compare to you? You don't know what's good or bad. When the studio is blocked by thin night, you don't know where to cry! "

"Wherever you go to cry." Tang Shi squinted and laughed, "I will not shed a tear in front of you."

Su Feifei clenched her teeth, and a beautiful little face flushed with anger, "Tang poetry, what are you pretending to be! When Bo Ye doesn't want you, you don't know how miserable you are

"Yes." Tang Shi even took her words and laughed at herself, "when he doesn't want me, I can't compare with a dog. Sophie, don't go my way

Once Tang poetry was desperate to pursue thin night, and even took the initiative to marry him. In exchange for his family background, he ended up with nothing. Huang Liang had a dream. When she woke up, she was alone, only the walls of the prison opened her eyes.

"You Don't be hypocritical here Sophie was so angry that she began to tremble. "Well, since you are so capable, I'll see when you can hold on to it."

Tang poetry did not speak, drooping eyes.

Sophie suddenly laughed again. "Oh, yes, I went back to Bo Ye's house and saw his son."

At the mention of the word son, Tang poetry suddenly raised her head. The sharp edge in her eyes was like the cold light shining on the blade. She said in pain, "did you see him?"

Bo Ye, Bo Ye, you keep asking me to set up a good mother's image outside, but you take all those women home! If Tang Wei saw this, how disappointed his young soul would be!

Sophie finally saw some of the Tang poetry out of control, and proudly raised the corners of her mouth, "yes, my son looks five or six years old. You are so pitiful. You have loved Ye elder brother for so long, and as a result, their children are so old. Hahaha, when you were in prison, you might have a good time with your son in your arms and a family of three! "

It seems that Sophie didn't know that Tang Wei was born of Tang poetry, only that Bo ye had an illegitimate son.

However, even if it is an illegitimate son, as long as it is Bo Ye's son, no one dares to look down on him.

Tang Shi tightly clenched his fingers, maintained his reason, and tried to make his voice sound less flustered. However, all this was in vain. Tang poetry could be hard hearted, and could not be attacked by swords and guns. Only in the face of things related to Tang Wei, it would lose control.

That's her only scale

Tang Shi stares at Sophie. When she sees the arrogant smile on a woman's face, she just feels so dazzling.

Is his son living well in the Bo family?

Tang Shi tried to resist the shaking of his voice, "have you finished? Please go. The studio has no spare time for people like you. "

She said she was idle?

Sophie wanted to attack again. She just saw the appearance of Tang poetry, which pleased her very well. She hooked her lips and walked out of the studio like a winner. Her eyes were cold and long. At that moment, the hatred in her eyes was like the ferocity of thin night.

……

On a day when there was no progress, all the cooperation plans went to the bottom of the sea, and there was no response to the invitation sent out. Tang Shi leaned back on the back of his chair and quietly huddled himself into a group. Tang Yi went out on a business trip, but it is estimated that the project could not be discussed.

What to do Is that the end?

No

She raised her right hand, and saw the mottled scars and the broken thumb. These wounds hurt her at any time. Even if it has healed and no blood has been shed, the old wound will always ache in her body.

The darkness of the past reminded her of how crazy she was.

How vivid the love was at the beginning, how fierce the hatred is now. The right hand of Tang poetry can't lift a heavy object, even if it's hard to clench one's fist. But Rao is so, the woman still tightly clenched her fist, even though she was shaking, she still exhausted her strength.

Can't be defeated, can't be defeated again With her empty hand, she turned out the pill and swallowed it. Tang Shi sat in front of the computer, breathing deeply and holding on to the clothes on her chest. It seemed that this could let the extra air into her lungs.But in vain.

My chest is so stuffy and depressing that I can't breathe.

Tears mixed with pain surged out of the body at this time. Tang poetry gave out a sob like a trapped animal.

But what shall I do? How shall I save you, and how shall I save myself?

Once I saw a saying, "the most regretful thing in my life is that the person who pushed me to hell also took me to heaven."

But Tang Shi thought that Bo Ye didn't take her to heaven, so he directly sent her to hell. All she had, the source of her pain, was from him. There is no trace of warmth.

Until now, she is still in the shadow.

Sophie left without closing the door. Maybe this kind of lady has never been used to it. Generally, there are waiters behind her who will automatically bring the door. So when she leaves, the door of the studio will be opened, and the cold wind will blow in.

The thin drafts on the table were rattled by the wind, and Tang poetry sank in the middle of the sofa with a morbid pallor. She slowly looked out of the door until the night was getting deeper. She knew that she had lost her strength to close the door, just as she did not dare to face the thin night.

The night wind is very cold, mixed with the sigh of who does not know, around every corner of the city. It has witnessed countless human feelings, but it has always come and gone without a trace. In addition to time and temperature, nothing has been taken away.