Chapter 172

Fuber breathed a sigh of relief. "Fortunately, it wasn't stolen... What, it was given away?"

Fuber was scared of his age.

"Young master, who did you give it to?"

Is it the servant of the villa? It's impossible. Bo Qichen is very strict. If the servant dares to accept the card given by Tang Cheng privately, he must return it immediately.

"Small, small milk candy."

Fubo was stunned and suddenly remembered who it was. It was the little girl who came last night. She was pathetic and very cute. She threw herself on the young master as soon as she came up?

"Why did you give her the card, young master?"

Tang Cheng racked his brains and thought for a moment, then came up with two words, "cute!"

Fuber, "..."

Children's reasons are always elusive.

He looked at the man, "what should I do now, sir?"

In fact, these three cards have nothing to tangle with.

He also liked the child very much. He recalled how she touched porcelain and hugged his leg when he met her for the first time. In addition, she called his father.

Those eyes are very much like Tang Qingge. They are clear and round, and people can't say anything to refuse.

And last night, Tang Qingge cried in his arms.

"Why do you bully me and others? You look down on others because you don't have money to buy famous brands? But if I have half of your money, I need to be bullied! But I don't have your money. Wow... How can I be so poor!"

"Will you give me some money? You give me some money. I will consider you as my father."

The memory is over.

They all like to call dad?

Thinking of yesterday's scene, he looked down at the uneasy Tang Cheng and pursed his lips. "It's OK."

Tang Cheng looked up unexpectedly and blinked.

He was ready to be beaten by his cheap father, but he just let it go?

Cheap dad, it doesn't seem so cold

Tang Cheng thought for a while. Suddenly, he felt that his cheap father seemed very poor. His mother had milk candy and Bo Ye, but he was the only one here. Usually, his cheap father just went back to the villa at two o'clock and one line. Life was boring.

Or how much he cares about him?

Tang Cheng is thinking about whether he should be filial to his father. Fu Bo asks someone to move the cabinet back. Over there, the man's mobile phone on the table rings.

He glanced back at him casually and gave a look.

"Boss, it seems that our little milk candy got three cards from your family. Don't worry. I'll send them back to you tomorrow."

The man picked up the mobile phone, rubbed the screen with his thumb, and replied after a while.

"No"

Very monotonous and cold.

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When Tang Qingge saw the two words her boss replied to, she turned and said to the candy.

"The card is confiscated. I'll give it back to your uncle ice tomorrow."

The little candy cried, pitifully begging Tang Qingge's legs, "Mommy, how can you do this? This is my card. Uncle Bingbing gave it to me."

"But there's too much money in here."

The little candy blinked with tears, "but don't you just like money? Mommy, don't you really want it?"

Tang Qingge was silent for a while.

"To tell you the truth."

She thought.

I scratched my ears and cheeks, and wanted to brush and explode these three cards immediately.

But she has to set an example in front of the children!

"No!"

Tang Qingge was resolute.

The little candy hugged her leg and asked pitifully, "Mommy, do you like Uncle ice?"

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