The black-bellied president forced his wife to marry

147 Chapter 3 I got beaten up ([-])
Tang Song was stunned, a little unbelievable, then Wang Qixiong would do it again, but even if he had ten guts, he wouldn't dare to report the crime!

Tang Zuwei seemed to know what he was thinking, and walked around him with the cane on his back, "I think you just rely on others to suffer a dull loss and dare not say anything. If you want people to know, you have to do nothing! Someone reported this matter , It was you, Uncle Yang, who helped to suppress it, otherwise you would know how bad it would be if it was heard by others?! The second young master Tang is promising, for the sake of a woman, he is collaborating with some criminals to do evil! Are you a bandit?"

"..." Tang Song rolled his eyes secretly, but his heart was pounding. He was thinking about how to cover up the "woman" in the old man's mouth, and then he was relieved when he heard the next sentence, knowing that his father's point was not here .

"What? Don't accept it? You don't know what the surname Zeng does? Is he someone you can touch?"

"Dad, which law judged Zeng Suike as a criminal? Don't be too arbitrary..."

Whoosh—the rattan pole was pointed at the tip of Tang Song's nose, making him swallow the rest of the words in a hurry.He and Zeng Sui Ke have known each other since they were students. Although they are not in the same league, the guy's loyalty is absolutely admirable and worthy of deep friendship.The old man's resistance is probably only because of that person.

"I'm only speaking with facts! Follow Ke Suike, sooner or later he will follow Ke Yi in, don't you want to—"

Tang Zuwei's words suddenly stopped, and his face became very unnatural.Tang Song felt puzzled, turned his head to look, ho!Incredible!The sister-in-law, who was as elusive as her elder brother, was standing at the door.

"Dad... Mom asked me to ask you to go down to eat. You didn't answer after knocking for a long time, so..."

Tang Zuwei put down his whip, pretended to cough and nodded, and when he went out, he turned around and said harshly to Tang Song: "Reflect on me!"

After the door was closed, Tang Song let out a long breath and knelt down on his calf.The old man was beaten so badly just now, of course he didn't hear Meng Weiting's knock on the door.

Tang Song admitted that he was a little unkind, and guessed that the name would hurt the heart of the sister-in-law, but it was indeed thanks to her hearing it.He thinks, the old man is guilty, and he will probably not clean him up tonight, at most he will kneel for a while longer.

In the marriage between Tang Zan and Meng Weiting, the four old people thought that they had done nothing wrong. However, if there was no trace of apology and regret, why did Ms. Zhuo secretly wipe tears during the Chinese New Year?

It was completely dark outside the window, as if a huge black cloak had been wrapped around the sky and the earth, and the scorching sun and nebula were all covered.

Tang Song suddenly thought of the agreement with Shen Lue. He didn't get through the phone at noon. He was afraid that the woman would be so stupid that she wouldn't eat and wait for him. Although he was in a high-risk area, he thought about it and called her.

While holding his mobile phone, he kept an eye on the situation in the corridor like a spy. According to his understanding of Ms. Zhuo, if he knew that he was "hungry" kneeling in the study, he would not be able to bear it.

Sure enough, shortly after closing the line with Shen Lue, the door was hastily pushed open from the outside.

"Hiss—" Tang Song took a breath, and quickly acted weak.

"Hey!" Ms. Zhuo's eyes were red, and she hurriedly helped Tang Song up with distress, and said, "This old man, the child is so old, he still beats him!"

Tang Song continued to pretend to be pitiful: "No, Mom, I have nowhere to put this face... Oh, please be gentle, this place was just pumped, it hurts."

Zhuo Yiqun was very angry, and said angrily, "He even used a cold weapon!"

Tang Song nodded and nodded again: "Mom, it's much more ruthless than your yang finger." He glanced straight at the cane on the desk, and then saw Ms. Zhuo confiscating the damn wooden stick as he wished.

"Go to dinner, don't bother with your dad, people are like iron and rice is steel, he is old and confused!"

Tang Song said he couldn't eat it, but he was dragged to the dining room by Ms. Zhuo who was eager for his son.

Ms. Zhuo took a few bites when she saw Tang Song. She didn't know that he came back after eating. She thought he was still angry with the old man and glared at Tang Zuwei: "Who talks about harmony, civilization, and so on every day? What's the matter? If you say no, you have to use the whip!"

Tang Zuwei put down his chopsticks, blew his beard and stared: "You asked him what he did!"

Zhuo Yiqun also put down the bowl and chopsticks: "You can't hit the child for anything!"

Tang Song kept silent, touched his nose and looked away, then saw Meng Weiting cast a sarcastic glance at him, coughed and put down his hand.

Tang Zuwei became angry again, repeating the old saying: "I think his unrepentant, surly and arrogant ghost virtues are all used by you father and daughter!"

Zhuo Yiqun took a deep breath, and was about to quarrel, and then heard her husband complaining: "I don't know which woman can bear it! I think I should hurry up and take the house and get my wife to treat me. I really think I am still young and frivolous." Woolen cloth!"

Zhuo Yiqun agreed with this point, turned around, and leaned forward to ask Tang Song: "Your father is right, how are you getting along with Mo girl? Don't let such a good girl be snatched away, let's see when we choose It’s a good day, hurry up and settle this good thing.”

Tang Song was dumbfounded, and suddenly choked up speechless, the battle lines were united too quickly...

After making up countless excuses and escaping back to the apartment from the smoky and tender battlefield, he was almost half-breathed, and the day went by so well, it almost echoed Li Yi'an's words - miserably miserable!
After swiping the card and entering the house, the living room was filled with moonlight, cool and bright, but in the watery night, he did not see the expected figure waiting for him at the door.

Tang Song's mood that had just calmed down began to fluctuate again. It would be a lie to say that he was not disappointed. He walked towards the bedroom. The thin quilt on the large bed was slightly raised, and under the hazy moonlight pouring in, her soft face was quiet and elegant.

Fell asleep?
He raised his eyebrows, wouldn't he pretend like he did a few nights ago?

He just made up his mind in the morning, this time he won't let her go as before.

(End of this chapter)