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"Why are you running?" Di Hao Tian sat there with his legs crossed, and asked with a strong and overbearing aura.

Tang Bao was curled up like a little wife as she said in a low voice, "If I still don't run, you will let others know about the relationship between the two of us."

Di Hao Tian gazed at her with his black eyes: "Other women would like to have an intimate relationship with me, you would rather stay away from me."

"Don't compare me to other women. I'm not like them." Tang Bao was unhappy.

"So, I will not marry them, I will marry you."

"…" Tang Bao was speechless.

When Tang Bao was at a loss for words, the figure opposite him trembled slightly, the air was filled with aggression.

Following that, Tang Bao's wrist tightened, and she went into Di Hao Tian's embrace.

"Is this the solution you're thinking of? Wearing a qipao for their wedding anniversary? "

Tang Bao was startled, she did not say anything to Di Hao Tian, why did he seem to be able to see through her?

"What was the result?"

"And it wasn't your ring?" Tang Bao was not convinced. I want to take it off, I don't want to wear it. "

"Have you forgotten what I said before? Or do you want me to say it again? " Di Hao Tian's gaze turned cold.

Tang Bao clenched her teeth, and did not speak further.

She better not provoke Di Hao Tian for such a thing.

He felt pain in his chest again.

"The reason you're wearing the qipao is simply because you want your father to see and think of your mother and make him feel guilty. I ask you, have you noticed your clothes since he came in? "

The expression in Tang Bao's eyes changed, and even her breathing changed.

Under Di Hao Tian's sharp gaze, it was as if Tang Bao had her clothes ripped apart, causing her gaze to tilt to the side, as if she could avoid Di Hao Tian's gaze that way.

"I'll teach you a way." Di Hao Tian's low voice sounded beside his ear.

Tang Bao's ears were sensitive, and had no choice but to face Di Hao Tian again.

He was even more curious as to what method he would use.

"Hanging the picture of the woman's ex-husband at the party. It was your father she needed to please, to embarrass him. You have to take hold of her weakness. Do you know? "

Tang Bao was stunned.

Di Hao Tian was too terrifying.

The method he told her was indeed more useful than hers.

Furthermore, Zhou Xiang Ting would never care about whether her father had her mother in his heart. She believed that she had the ability to subdue her father. Wearing her mother's clothes would make Zhou Xiang Ting feel uncomfortable, but she would definitely not show it.

Tang Bao admitted that she was not as ruthless as Di Hao Tian.

That's right, could Di Hao Tian's shrewdness and ruthlessness be compared to others?

Otherwise, would he still be the king of the imperial city?

Although he acknowledged that Di Hao Tian's methods hit the nail on the head, and hit the nail on the head, Tang Bao was not willing to accept his good intentions, and said: "You don't need to bother about my matters."

"Remember this."

The strength in his lower hand was a bit too strong, Tang Bao had no choice but to return to his senses to see the full power of the technique.

"At home, I'll follow my father. When I'm married, I'll follow my husband."

"…"

At night, in Tang Bao's cloakroom, she changed out of his qipao and hung it inside the wardrobe. All that was left was this dress. The rest were all burned when her mother died.

When his line of sight fell upon those exquisite and expensive female outfits other than her clothes, Tang Bao's elegant brows couldn't help but frown.