The black-bellied president forced his wife to marry

146 Chapter 2 I got beaten up ([-])
"No..." Tang Song glanced left and right, and asked, "Where's my mother?"

"Madam hasn't come back yet, so I guess the road is blocked again. But the old man has been thinking about you, and he is upstairs in the study." Aunt Yang wiped her hands on the apron, her joy faded, and she couldn't help feeling a little worried.

Tang Song knew at a glance that the situation was really bad. The family was usually deserted, let alone pointing at who could save him at this moment.

He cleared his throat at the door of the study, and after he collected himself, he raised his hand to knock on the door.

"Come in." Tang Zuwei's voice was steady, without any emotion.

Tang Song pushed the door open and walked in. The old man was sitting at the desk reading a book with his presbyopic glasses on, turning the pages of the book leisurely with one hand, and flipping the tea leaves with the cup lid in the other hand.

Tang Song stood there with his head drooping for a while, adopting the policy of not moving the enemy and not moving me, but kept sneaking glances at the old man to inquire about the enemy's situation.

Tang Zuwei seemed to be fascinated by watching and had no other instructions.The headlights in the study room were not turned on, and the light purple glow came in through the window, blending with the soft halo of the lamp on the table, quiet and peaceful, even Tang Zuwei's cold and majestic face was no longer as cold as before. .

There is a faint scent of clear tea in the room, which is quite soothing to the spirit.Tang Song's heart also slowly let go, thinking that maybe he guessed wrong, so he didn't stand upright like he was standing in the military posture when he first came in, and quietly turned his numb ankle.

However, after moving less than half a circle, he saw the old man looking at him with a half-smile.

"Hey, Dad... what are you looking at?" The chief finally looked at him squarely, and Tang Song took two steps forward. No matter what, it's always right to please the ground and warm up the scene first.

Unexpectedly, Tang Zuwei not only didn't appreciate it, but turned his face many times faster than he just flipped through the book. He quickly took off his reading glasses and patted it on the table, angrily said: "Don't call me dad! Kneel down!"

Tang Song was stunned by the series of changes. He didn't dare to be stubborn, and knelt down on the floor with a plop, thinking that Jiang was still old and hot, and he was really fooled by his father's kind expression.

The old man glared, got up and fetched the cane directly, Tang Song felt terrified when he saw it, and hurriedly said: "Hey, Dad, how old I am, save your son some face, don't use this to bluff people."

When he was a child, he was skinnier than Meng Zixiao, and received countless whips. The old cane at home was polished to a shiny, shiny color, almost all of which were due to him. It hadn't been used for many years. I didn't expect the old man to keep it It's on.

After Tang Zuwei heard this, he became even more angry, and slapped his whip hard on his back, and said coldly: "Damn boy! Save face for you so that you can smear me everywhere?!"

Tang Song gritted his teeth and took a deep breath, his spine was burning instantly, his skin was rough and his flesh was thick, and he couldn't stand such a beating. The old man was furious, but his strength was all down, "Dad, I'm trying to make you face everywhere, when did you discredit me? It’s okay to beat me up, but you have to make me understand.”

"Oh? What did you do wrong and you still don't understand? I said you've got water in your head or you've been squeezed by the door? It's fine to spend a lot of time and drink, but you still dare to fight bravely and beat others?!"

There was a flash of light in Tang Song's eyes, and he held it back in an instant, and he finished shouting in his heart. The old man's temper was enough this time, but he said, "Dad, who is itching to spread rumors in front of you?"

"Still sophistry!" Tang Zuwei swung his whip again, cutting the airflow quickly, and there was a humming sound in the air.

Tang Song closed his eyes in advance to bear it, and then heard his father continue to scold: "I think it's your itchy skin! I usually talk back and forth, how about you? I think the old man is nagging! This time I dare Okay, the case report from the police station has been handed over to your father, are you sure?"

(End of this chapter)