The old man was almost stunned!

Glancing at Tang Su fiercely, the old man took two deep breaths, smoothed his breath, and then said, "Whose child is that little baby you are holding?"

"Friend's. Tang Su blurted out this answer.

Old Man Tang nodded, this time, he was quite satisfied.

"By the way, An Xiyan has been running home every day these days, it's okay, you let her come less! Or, you just call her outside to go on a date. ”

Hearing An Xiyan's name again, Tang Su's face, which was originally quite pale, sank a little more.

This time, he didn't say anything, turned around and strode upstairs.

Tang Su turned around, and the old man took a real look at the little guy Zhengxiang who was sleeping on his shoulder, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar he felt.

"Wait!"

Halfway up the stairs, Tang Su was suddenly stopped again.

"Grandpa, if you don't like An Xiyan, just tell her directly, and let her not bother you in the future. Tang Su only thought that the old man stopped him, or because of An Xiyan's matter, so there was obviously a trace of impatience in his tone.

"Whose family did you just say?!" the old man asked, with a bull's head on his face.

"Friend's. Tang Su didn't expect that the old man would care about the child again.

The old man took a few steps closer, looked at Xiaoxi's fleshy face carefully, scratched his head and said in confusion, "Then why does this child look so much like you when you were a child?"

Looks like him when he was a kid?!

Same RH negative blood!

Tang Su's heart trembled suddenly, and an inexplicable thought came to his heart.

This kid can't really have anything to do with him, right?

"Grandpa, children all look the same, don't think too much about it. ”

Although he had an idea in his heart, he was also confused, but with Tang Su's usual style, there were no things that had yet been determined, so he naturally would not show any suffocation in front of anyone.

After the words fell, Tang Su didn't wait for the old man to say anything, strode upstairs and walked towards his room.

Gently put Xiaoxi on his big bed, looking at the child's white, tender and tender little face, remembering what the old man said just now, Tang Su couldn't wait to go around the end of the bed to the bedside table on the other side, open the drawer, and take out a photo album with a cowhide cover.

The slender and bony fingers fell, pressed on the photo album that had been some years, Tang Su's good-looking eyebrows suddenly tightened, and the fingers suddenly lost their strength.

What's wrong with him?!

Could it be that he was worried that he was the bastard who made Lin Ziyi pregnant at the age of eighteen, when a girl was at her finest spring?

The corners of Tang Su's mouth hooked, and a touch of self-deprecation was raised.

How could it be!

How could his Tang Su's son be exiled.

Taking a deep breath, the man flipped through the photo album.

What caught his eye was a family photo taken with his father, mother, and grandparents when he was just full moon.

At that time, how young and beautiful her mother was, just like Lin Ziyi now.

Lin Ziyi!

Tang Su realized his ridiculous thoughts, shook his head, and continued to flip back.

It's just that the more he turned back, the more Tang Su couldn't believe the fact that from one year old to four years old, as he grew up, his appearance when he was a child became more and more like Lin Ruixi now.

Tang Su's good-looking eyebrows were tightened again and twisted into a ball.