Chapter 214

You go, I'm not reluctant to leave you.

From then on, no one can hold me!

The departure of Tang poetry on that day created countless days and nights of regret.

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when Tang Shi came home, it was Tang Wei who opened the door. It was su Qi who picked him up again. The boy's eyes are full of light, obviously very proud, "Mommy, I saw you on TV!"

Tang Shi came into the door with a smile, changed his high-heeled shoes and supported Cong Shan. Tang Wei looked back and forth at Cong Shan and said, "why isn't my little uncle on TV today?"

"Well?" It seems that Tang Shi also found that Cong Shan didn't give an interview to the media.

Cong Shan just a light sentence, "don't like exposure." That's how it covers up the past.

Tang Shi entered the room, and Tang Wei followed her. She changed her clothes and came out wearing a set of pajamas. In a twinkling of an eye, she saw Cong Shan had fallen asleep against the sofa. He was leaning on the cushion on his side. He was very innocent when he fell asleep.

"Is my little uncle too tired?"

Tang Wei asked Tang poetry softly.

Tang Shi nodded, "yes, let's not disturb him. Let's have some noodles and go to bed tonight."

Tang Wei is very obedient. Tang Shi gives him a bowl of egg noodles. Then he takes a bath and goes to bed. When he comes out of the bath, he sees Congshan still sleeping on the sofa. Tang Shi is wearing pajamas and dripping water at the end of his hair. He hesitates for a while and takes out a woolen blanket from the room.

She came forward with a blanket in her hand and covered Cong Shan's body gently.

But unexpectedly, it was this action that woke Cong Shan up from his sleep. He was like a precision machine that had been running all the time. Once the outside world received any force, it immediately triggered the body's warning system. He jumped up, grabbed Tang Shi's hand and pressed her whole body.

Cong Shan was stunned by her soft body. Only when she reacted did she find that Tang poetry was beneath her.

At the moment, the living room was silent. The moonlight was shining through the French windows. Cong Shan put his hands on Tang Shi's face and looked at each other. At that moment, his heart suddenly missed a beat.

It's like stepping on a staircase.

Under him, Tang Shi's delicate skin is as white as a porcelain doll against the cool and watery moonlight. She is staring blankly at the clump of fir like a suddenly fierce lion, and her mouth is open. She is scared.

They just looked at each other for a long time, and Tang poetry frowned slightly.

She seemed to have found something, and her emotion rushed through her eyes filled with water, then turned into nothingness for a moment.

Such she let Cong Shan be a little on guard.

"I I'm afraid you'll catch cold when you fall asleep... " Tang Shi didn't want to be silent any more, so she first found a topic and pointed to the blanket that had fallen to the ground, "so I want to cover you with a blanket..."

Cong Shan got up from Tang Shi, holding his forehead. "Sorry, instinctive reaction."

Instinctive reaction?

Tang Shi looked at him suspiciously, supported himself, and then asked, "have you practiced?"

Cong Shan's eyes were bright, but he was pressed down again for a moment. He asked vaguely, "eh?"

"I mean, what have you practiced Taekwondo, judo, etc

"Close combat."

He didn't want to hide it. Cong Shan jumped off the sofa, picked up the blanket from the ground and hung it on his hand. Then he rubbed Tang Shi's hair and said, "go to sleep. I'm just sleepy."

This change of attitude is totally different from the one who started to hit people just now.

Tang Shi looks at Cong Shan walking in doubtfully. Her straight back is thin but strong, like the figure that can only be trained by people who have been beaten by countless punches.

Tang Shi touched his chin and said in his heart whether Cong Shan's family would open a martial arts school like that, which was linked with foreigners?

But she didn't think much about it. It was like an episode. She went back to the house and closed the door. Cong Shan in the other room was relieved to hear the door closing.

For a long time, the man looked at the blanket in his hand and fell into silence for a moment.

I don't know why, holding it is like holding a fatal rope.

Fingers, unconsciously clenching.

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