Chapter 12

Listen to this sentence that Tang Wei says, thin night laughed at that time!

"What do you mean?"

Bo Ye stares at his face, "you are my son. Do you want me to take you to test your DNA? What procedures do I need to raise my own son? "

Tang Wei looks at Bo Ye's face. Father and son, one big and one small, are like copying and pasting, but Bo Ye's facial features are more profound and delicate. Tang Wei's temperament is gentle, which is very similar to the feeling of Tang poetry.

He said softly, "Bo Shao, if I remember correctly, you and my mom divorced five years ago. And I was born after your divorce, so my custody naturally falls into mommy's hands. If you want to support me, you have to negotiate with my mom about the custody scheme. "

Thin night pupil shrunk, like unbelievable general, repeated, "what do you say?"

Why is a five-year-old child so intelligent?!

Tang Wei just looked at Bo Ye like this, and seemed indifferent to his shock. At last, his voice went down slowly. He said, "Bo Shao, if I were not your son It's just that my mom gave birth to someone else. Would you do this to me? "

Thin night's heart a tight, groundless irritability from the heart across.

If the child was not his own son, would he take him home so painstakingly? But At the thought of Tang Shi having children with other men, he has no way to control his anger

It seems that in his impression, Tang poetry always revolves around itself, and can only produce his seed. If other men dare to touch her, they are looking for death!

Looking at Bo Ye's expression, Tang Wei suddenly laughs. The child's voice is as clear as jade, but with a needle like irony.

"Bo Shao, you'll never know what we've been through in five years, so I can't be close to you."

Tang Wei looked up at thin night, that moment, thin night actually feel ten thousand arrows pierce the heart.

A five-year-old has this ability to hurt him so much.

He said, "Bo Shao, I'm the only motivation for mommy to live in this world. Without me, she would die."

Without Tang Wei, Tang poetry will die.

******

Tang Shi packed herself up at 8 p.m. and went to the gate of mago, the place Bo Ye reported to her.

As soon as the waiter saw it, he came up and said, "Hello, miss..."

Tang made her own hair, remade her make-up and sprayed perfume, a suit dress with a little high heel and elegant temperament. She stood there with her half hair and a necklace under her thin neck. This is Tang Yi's handiwork, which is the only one in the world.

She just stood there, and no one dared to step forward easily. It's too expensive, just like some old lady. Her face is slightly drooping, her eyelashes are long and thin, her lips are red, her nose is pretty, and her side face is delicate, which makes everyone feel familiar.

But no one can remember who she is.

Maybe there are too many aristocratic celebrities in this never night city, so everyone just thinks she looks familiar, but they can't remember where they met. If you see such a beautiful face next time, you will be deeply impressed.

No one knows that she was the young lady of the Tang family. After five years in prison, she broke half of her finger and was reborn after being destroyed all her life.

Bo Ye drives his car to the mago parking lot to park it. When he comes up, he sees such a scene.

The drinker next to him walked over and said, "shit, see that beautiful woman at the door? It's the best! That temperament, that appearance, tut tut! "

The brother next to him said, "don't think about it. Can you touch this kind of woman? It's almost like being a driver for someone else."

"Ha ha, I'd like to be a driver, too! Free for her! "

Thin night eyebrows slightly wrinkled, and then look up to see Tang Shi standing there, a cool temperament, indifferent eyebrows, beautiful facial features written indifference and alienation, see him when a pair of eyes across a trace of panic.

Bo Ye just stopped, wearing a white shirt with creative cutting, clean suit pants, two straight legs, stepping on a pair of baleshijia, holding the car key in one hand and a coat in the other. An uninhibited and handsome face, two black diamond earrings in his left ear correspond with his Obsidian eyes. He stood at the door, tall and straight, attracted passers-by frequently look back.

He has such a kind of aura, which can make everyone pay attention to him. The beautiful facial features and deep and steady temperament of the demon fascinated all women and madly wanted to rush into his arms.

It is said that Bo Ye is the dream lover in the hearts of women in this city, so when Bo Ye married Tang Shi five years ago, all women in this city were lovelorn.

Five years later, Tang Shi was sent to prison by himself. I don't know how many people whistled behind his back to congratulate him.

Bo Ye is undoubtedly perfect in all aspects, family background, financial resources, power, but only for love, a charity has never been given to Tang poetry.Tang Shi thinks that she is sad. This man doesn't belong to her, but she thinks that if she is strong enough, she can move him. After five years of pretending to be stupid and five years of being guilty - ten years later, she finally realized that she couldn't get together with Boye, and that the price of understanding these truths was to lose her reputation and family.

Bo Ye and Tang Shi look at each other at the door through the people who come and go. It seems that through these strange faces, they look back to the past.

He is still the love in her heart, and she is the girl in his eyes.

Time flies like a flying cloud. How did they get to this place? What is Who is pushing behind?

Tang poetry ended all kinds of random thoughts, looked up at Bo Ye step by step came to his side, the man star shining noble incomparable, all the way to the people around than down, until standing in front of her.

When the distance between the perfect face and himself suddenly narrowed, Tang Shi sadly found that his heart was no longer palpitating.

Bo Ye, do you know that I have been in love with you for 15 years since I was young, and I have suffered for half my life?

She took a look at the thin night and then drew back her eyes. The thin night said faintly beside her, "how long have you been waiting?"

"Soon, ten minutes."

Tang poetry smile, elegant people can not find loopholes, but it is this appearance, let Bo night feel strange.

In the past, she was always gentle and generous, with countless feelings in her eyes. Now her eyes are like a decaying black hole. In those days, her proud wings fell into it and were swallowed up and turned into nothingness.

Thin night heart tip trembles, but endure voice way, "go up, come with me."

At the end of the speech, he reached out and pressed the elevator switch. At the moment of opening the door, no one but them dared to follow up and ride with them.

www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!