The black-bellied president forced his wife to marry

Chapter 92
Then he pretended to choose clothes and ties, and pushed his mother out of the bedroom with slippers on.

After the door was closed, he let go of the handset that he had been quietly pressing, and a teasing voice came from inside, "A Song, are you still asleep? It's so fucking exciting, I'm talking about business in my dreams."

Tang Song's black line, talk about Mao?Don't you just think about how to get Ms. Zhuo away?He felt that the password of the magnetic card in this room should be changed. Last time he was sick, Ms. Zhuo said that she would come to take care of him, so she gave it to her.If not, is there any free space in the future?

He thought of Shen Lue again, didn't Ms. Zhuo's phone call in the morning scare her?

Talking about living blindly with Meng Zixiao, Tang Song lost his mind early, and in the end he was too lazy to deal with it, so he died quickly after crossing the river and tearing down the bridge.

Tang Song could still vaguely remember that every time he met Shen Lue, he couldn't be in a good mood, but if you say no, your heart is itchy and thinking about it, but it's not much better.

Last night, I drank with Meng Zixiao at the bar in Houhai. After drinking a few more bottles, he was a little lost. He actually regarded Meng Zixiao, a fool in love, as a bosom sister, and kept asking, "Why don't you think she likes me?" What about me? What's wrong with me?"

Meng Zixiao was stunned for a moment, and started to laugh, "Okay, very good, great. So you deserve better! She thinks she is not good enough for you!"

"Damn!" Tang Song couldn't help uttering a dirty word, why did this sound so familiar?Isn't it a classic quote when breaking up?Shen Lue's woman, it's too late to hate him, even if she refuses, she will never send him a "good person card".

Tang Song continued to shake Meng Zixiao, probably that girl was also annoyed, and said bluntly: "Yes, you are older, can you do it? Don't say that young girls despise you now, now you are lonely and empty Mrs. Fu, I wish I could find someone in her early 20s."

Ignoring Meng Zixiao's irony of treating him as a "duck" in his words, Tang Song actually took a photo of the glass wall of the bar. The man is 30 flowers, and he is not yet old enough to bloom. Where can he get old?

Meng Zixiao continued to attack him with a smile: "Shen Lue is the same age as Xiao Yezi in our family. Look, Xiao Yezi calls me uncle? Are you still not convinced? Brother, we have to recognize the situation."

Tang Song shook his head, put down the razor, and wiped the foam off his mouth with a towel.Then he took another look in the mirror. If it wasn't for the suspicion of narcissism, he really wanted to use a catchphrase on the Internet: Damn, he's so fucking handsome again!

Just because of a stinky girl with grassy brain and eyes covered in shit, he began to doubt himself?

After recovering, Tang Song despised himself severely.Now I don't want to make phone calls anymore, what's the comfort, the woman with a nerve as thick as a braid can still be frightened by Ms. Zhuo?

When he came out of the bathroom, he didn't know if Ms. Zhuo had left or not.Just about to go to the living room to take a look, who knew that the phone rang again, he looked at the caller ID, and frowned his pretty eyebrows.

"A Song, who was that girl last night?" The calm tone belonged exclusively to the boss of the Tang family.

Tang Song wondered, isn't it just a meal?How did you cause so many soup incidents?When did Boss Tang start caring about his private life?
He raked his hair irritably, and said, "Hey, people who are on vacation during the [-]th holiday are all bored, aren't they? It's okay to go out to bask in the sun. I'm not a radio hotline, so I call here..."

Tang Zan's voice sank: "I'm telling you something serious, be serious!"

Is Shen Lue serious?Tang Song's heart skipped a beat, knowing that something was wrong, and sure enough, his boss organized the language and began to speak earnestly.

"I'll take care of this for you first! You have developed a temper, and you actually played with minors? It's not like you don't know the old man's temper! At that time, you will be thick-skinned, and it will be fine if you get hit by the cane a few times. What about the girl? Have you ever thought about her?"

The eggplant that Tang Songshuang beat really wilted, and suddenly he thought of a woman named Wang Dongxiao, a very smart woman, who was many times more mature than Shen Yue.But in front of the old man and old lady, or...

He deliberately said relaxedly: "Hey, I'm not serious. What can the old man do to her? Besides, she just looks younger. How do you know she's underage?"

"Still stubborn!" Tang Zan's tone became more and more serious. Last night, he was accompanying a friend in the box on the second floor. When he was going downstairs, he saw Tang Song holding a little girl out. They all watched carefully.In the end Zhang Ziyan rushed over with tears and snot when he saw him, and told his brother's crimes, even he felt ashamed!

Maybe he didn't know how gentle and serious Tang Song's expression was at that time, but Tang Zan was taken aback, and turned around and asked someone to check the girl's details.

"You'd better not—"

"That's enough, that's enough, it's just a play on the occasion, look at how nervous you are, I'm not a little girl and I can be cheated for money and sex? Don't worry about it!" Tang Song interrupted impatiently.

"Who's worried about you?! I'm calling you a wake-up call! The old man really needs to find out, and you'll regret it!" Tang Zan was also a little annoyed. At the end of the reading, his speech slowed down, strangely With a touch of bitterness: "It's not that there are lessons learned from the past..."

Tang Song knew that he also thought of that woman, so he couldn't say anything more.

After hanging up the phone, he was in no mood to have fun, and sat on the bay window depressed to smoke a cigarette.However, after only taking two puffs, he became dazed again, seeing the scarlet fire getting closer and closer to his fingertips, and he bounced away when his hands were scalded.

Ms. Zhuo just came in at this moment, still holding the phone in her hand, it seems that she just hung up not long ago.

"Mom, you haven't left yet?"

Zhuo Yiqun glared at him and said, "Just now I said, if you have free time, go to Shanghai. Now you have to find time to go there even if you are so busy. Your grandfather is sick!"

(End of this chapter)