The suburbs with the best environment in city A have many villa complexes, which are the most expensive areas except for the villa area in the city center.

The Tang family's mansion sits in the most extensive garden villa complex.

The black Bugatti Veyron stopped at the door of the villa, the car door opened and closed, and Tang Yong strode to the door.

Rang the doorbell, the housekeeper opened the door for him, and when he saw the second young master who would not appear in the mansion for a month or even a few months, he opened his mouth in surprise, and then shouted respectfully: "The second young master is back." ”

Tang Yong swept past him and walked into the living room, a woman in her thirties wearing a red silk nightgown sat on the sofa in the living room, her black and long thick curly hair was draped over the pointed head, and she was wearing a pigeon's blood ruby ring ring on her left hand on her knee, and the big red nail polish rubbed on her fingertips looked particularly gaudy and blinking. Tang Yong just glanced at her and was about to go upstairs.

The woman sitting on the sofa was none other than Tang Jin's current wife, Song Yao.

At the age of 24, she married 46-year-old Tang Jin with the ball, and gave birth to a son after marrying in, and then naturally became the woman who has been with Tang Jin for the longest time in history. Therefore, he is becoming more and more unaccustomed to Tang Yong, who treats her as air, what is he? Sooner or later, ST will be her son's.

Song Yao raised his voice in a strange voice and said, "Second Young Master Tang has such a big shelf, he comes at will, and he doesn't even say hello." ”

At the age of 34, she has an absolute advantage in this face among her peers, although she looks a little vulgar and pretentious, but her facial features are good, plus she is properly maintained, and she is in the prime of formal style.

For a man, especially a man like Tang Jin who is about to enter the age of sixties, it is of course impossible to have such a wife.

"Say hello? Who are you, I'm going to greet you? Tang Yong looked at her, there was no superfluous expression on his cold face, and he shot at Song Yao on the sofa with coldness in his bottomless eyes.

Even though this was his usual expression and eyes, Song Yao was still stared at by him, and his back trembled, and his confidence suddenly ran away without a trace.

"As long as you call Tang Jin's father ...... one day"

"Which ear have you heard me call him Dad?" Tang Yong snorted coldly, "I didn't call his father when you didn't graduate from elementary school, don't show your ignorance in front of me." ”

Tang Yong's words made Song Yao's face blue and white for a while, she couldn't swallow that breath, so when she saw Tang Yong walking upstairs, she couldn't help but say, "What are you doing upstairs?" There's no room for you. ”

Suddenly, a sharp gaze fell on her, Song Yao closed her mouth in a daze, rolled her eyelids, and said, "Your father hasn't come back yet." ”

She knew that Tang Yong was here to find Tang Jin, and he would not live here, since she entered the Tang family, she had never seen Tang Yong live in the Tang family, what she said was just to express the grievances in her heart.

is just an illegitimate child who is hated by Tang Jin, and he has been looking at her for so many years, and he will not be comfortable in his heart. And she didn't believe that ST would be Tang from the beginning.

"You think your dad is just as disgusted as you? How can ST develop like you? Anyway, it's not yours in the end, so it's better for you to give up your position as president as soon as possible. ”

Tang Yong stepped back from the stairs and looked at her without changing his face, "Then who do you think can sit in my position?" Is it you or your ten-year-old son, Tang Qianfan? Take a mirror and look at your face before you speak. ”

"Are you ......" Song Yao stood up with a 'rub' voice, and looked at Tang Yong with round eyes, her expression was like a woman scolding the street, and she almost crossed her waist and pointed at her mouth to expletive, without the elegance and calmness of a wealthy woman at all.

Tang Yao didn't reward her with any of them, and walked out with the car keys, when suddenly Song Yao's angry voice raised the pitch, sharp and piercing, "Tang Yao!" Who do you think you are? Your dad just tolerates you again and again over your mother's dead man's affection, so don't take yourself seriously! ”

Tang Yao's face suddenly darkened, he didn't want to say a word to someone like Song Yao, but he heard a different clue from her words, he looked at her, his voice was low and cold, "You sent my mother's relics to my grandfather?" ”

Song Yao was silent all of a sudden, not daring to look at him.

But she didn't do anything illegal, and that woman's things have been going on for so many years, and they were taken out by Tang Jin to look through, when she found the box that Tang Jin didn't put in in the study yesterday, she turned over it curiously, but she didn't expect this to be Tang Jin's mother's thing, and she was carried away by anger at that time before she was sent to Hua's house, and then she remembered that she was afraid, what if Tang Jin got angry?

But fortunately, he had important things in the past two days and didn't come back, so he didn't find out, she was terrified all day, and was ready to tell a lie and let people throw it away, but she was disturbed by Tang Yong and leaked her mouth.

Song Yao pretended to be calm and said, "Yes...... How about I sent it? Shouldn't your mother's stuff be taken back to your Hua family? ”

She hasn't forgotten that Hua Jinrong's name has never appeared in the Tang family's household registration book, and Tang Yong is just an illegitimate child!

Tang Yong looked at her gloomily for a few seconds, his eyes were stained with anger, and his wordless appearance made it difficult to guess what he was going to do in the next second.

"Where did you find that?" When Song Yao was frightened, he actually asked. Song Yao was stunned for a moment, and said hesitantly: "Your father, the study ...... I took it out last night and I forgot to put it back. ”

Tang Yong tightened his eyebrows, his pupils shrunk, "Only that box?" ”

Song Yao pursed her lips and muttered, "If there are others, I won't throw them back for you......"

Tang Yong looked at her with cold eyes, and she immediately shut up.

Suddenly, a cautious and immature voice on the stairs called, "Second brother." ”

Tang Yong turned around, and a boy in plaid pajamas stood on the stairs, it was Tang Dufan. The ten-year-old child was not very tall, his voice was very immature, his face was white and pure, and his eyes were open, and he was a little overwhelmed, as if he was afraid of him.

Tang Yong didn't answer, frowned and turned around and left the Tang family's villa.

After Tang Yong left, Tang Qianfan was just about to go upstairs, but was stopped by Song Yao in a low voice, "Why haven't you slept so late?" ”

Tang Dufan didn't dare to say that he was woken up by her voice, so he only lowered his head and said, "I'm hungry." ”

"How long has it been since you eaten, why are you hungry again?" Song Yao looked at him unhappily, and as she spoke, she went into the kitchen and got him a carton of milk.

"Thank you, Mom." Tang Dufan stretched out his hand to take it, and went upstairs after speaking.

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Tang Yong came out of Tang's house and drove back to Yintan on the way back to Yintan at a traffic light intersection, the steering wheel turned and turned to another intersection.

He had driven less than five hundred meters, and he seemed to regret it, slowing down a hundred yards and pulling over to the side of the road.

Looking at the road under the dim street lights, the traffic flow is not more congested than during the day, but the traffic flow is still very large. Cars kept whizzing by.

Less than a kilometer ahead, turn into the Green River View City.

Tang Yong turned off the lights in the car, because the lights were not turned off, so the lights on the dashboard were still on, emitting a faint cold light.

He opened the co-pilot's locker, took out a pack of cigarettes, pulled out one and lit it.

The narrow eyes behind the smoke were half-squinted, as cold as his expression. The face with perfect lines is tense, revealing the breath of being close to the living all the time.

Opening the window, he rested his arm on the door, the sleeve of his suit at his wrist tucked up a little, revealing a white cuff with royal blue cufflinks gleaming in the dim light.

It wasn't until a cigarette burned out and he twisted the cigarette butt into the ashtray in the car, then restarted the car and turned around and walked back.

Back at the villa in Silver Beach, Tang Yong went upstairs, took off his suit and threw it on the sofa in the bedroom.

It was already twelve o'clock when I came out of the shower.

He lay on the bed, leaving only the wall lamp in the bedroom, and the warm yellow light softened the atmosphere of the whole cold-colored room.

Glancing at the mobile phone placed at the head of the bed, he propped one hand behind his head, thought about it, and reached out to take it.

clicked on Weibo, and the only person who followed posted a new Weibo: The weather in Milan is good today, and the mood is good.

The picture is a dinner that looks good.

Red wine with foie gras, pasta, and a few other local delicacies, a small round table fills the table.

Tang Yong looked at her and said that she was in a good mood, and for a moment she was in a very bad mood, because he was gone, so she was in a good mood?

Yesterday he ate cake to pass his stomach, and today he started to eat as soon as he left, what does it mean?

The gloomy mood of the whole day is also more irritable, throwing the phone on the bedside table, turning off the light and trying to sleep.

Before he could lie down for five seconds, he got up again and turned his phone over.

Unlock sent a text message past: What are you doing?

Then lie on your side and hold your phone in your hand.

Ten minutes after the screen went dark, there was still no response.

Tang Yong's anger was spreading, and he couldn't help but reach out and hold his mobile phone and shake it against the ceiling above the bed, why is the signal so weak?

After another ten minutes, Tang Yong made a direct phone call, and was hung up after just two rings.

Just when I was about to drop my phone, a text message came in.

Xia Fanjin replied to the text message: What are you doing?

It is followed by a squint symbol.

Tang Yong hooked the corners of his lips and stared at the squinted symbol for a long time before replying: Are you very happy today?

After a while, the phone vibrate.

Xia Fanjin: How do you know?

Tang Yong: Still eat something delicious?

Xia Fanjin: yes?? Have you followed me on Weibo?

Tang Yong blinked, and then his expression was cold and indifferent, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Ignoring her question directly, Tang Yong seemed to be very obsessed with the question of whether Xia Fanjin was happy today because he was gone.

A very direct tone asked: Are you so happy when I'm gone?

[Mr. Tang's new nickname: The Little Prince of Signal]