She stretched out her hand and grabbed his arm, full of pleading, Fu Jingting let her go, and turned to the phone, "My wife wants to eat fish." Hot and sour fish. ”

Yu Shinan's face darkened an inch, "Tsk, you are so self-conscious!"

The phone hung up.

The man's eyes were all dull colors, and he smiled and kissed her, "I want to eat fish too, it's all mermaids in water." ”

Tang Kejia knocked on Tang Tang's door, "It's here." ”

The door was opened, revealing a delicate and lovely face, with gentle eyebrows and a smile, just like a pink woman marrying in the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

She raised her eyes to see Tang Kejia and asked her, "Are you going to eat now?"

The voice is soft, sweet and greasy, with a natural tone, and when you speak, it seems to be coquettish.

Men like her voice, but women don't necessarily like it.

Tang Kejia frowned, she didn't have much intersection with Tang Tang, the Tang family has developed over the generations, and now in fact, strictly speaking, only the own family can be regarded as the authentic Tang family.

Those side branches are just stained with the surname Tang, and some don't even have a little stake in the Tang family, but they still call themselves the Tang family in Jincheng to the outside world, just to make a reputation, and expect people to look up to you by three points when you encounter something.

Tang Tangjia is like this, the side branch of the side branch.

If she wasn't obedient enough, Tang Kaiji wouldn't have raised her in the Tang family and took care of her.

If it sounds good, it is to take care, and if it is not good, it is actually to raise a thin horse.

In a wealthy family like them, some relationships inevitably have to be handled by marriage, and it is okay to marry someone of a similar age, in case the person who marries is an old man or has a hidden disease, it is always difficult to let his children pass.

Tang Kejia actually looked down on these people in her heart, even if she herself used to stand at the bottom.

But in Tang Kejia's heart, even if she is Tang Kaiji's illegitimate daughter, she has recognized her ancestral land seriously, and whether she can strive for the greatest recognition depends on her own ability in the final analysis.

"You clean up, Fu Pingxiu wants to meet you first. ”

Tang Tang's beautiful eyes were a little stunned, "Didn't you say that we will be together tomorrow?"

"He arranged for someone to come and pick you up and wait for you below. Tang Kejia was a little impatient.

Tang Tang sighed, she turned around and put on her coat and came out with a small bag, "Did you say what it was?"

Fu Pingxiu's mother disagreed. Tang Kejia frowned, "They already know about the fact that you have given birth." ”

The footsteps moving forward suddenly stopped, and Tang Tang's face became wrong, "Then, what should I do?"

"There is no more suitable person in the Tang family. What my dad meant was that you had to find a way to stay. Tang Kejia looked at her, "Fu Pingxiu is the best one among all the previous marriage partners, and Dad takes good care of you." Don't think that after having a child, you can find someone to marry yourself. Yang Binshi, south of Jincheng, also had a lot of ideas when he saw you last time, but he is fifty or sixty years old, and Dad also wants to find you the best home, but you also have to fight for yourself. Otherwise, you don't want to take that child. ”

The fingers tightened, tightened.

Tang Tang finally nodded.

"It's good if you understand," Tang Kejia looked at her with some contempt, "Just stay at night, you are more skilled in this kind of thing than anyone else, so I don't need to teach you." ”

Tang Tang's face turned red and white and red, and he didn't say anything.

Zhou Qianqian waited for Tang Tang downstairs, and Tang Kejia introduced the two.

Along the way, Zhou Qian didn't speak, Tang Tang's heart jumped up and down, and the car drove far away, all the way west from the place of accommodation.

The western part of Anseong is full of mountains, but it is getting late, and the shadow of the roadside plant mountain range Hecezen pounces into the commercial vehicle under the light of the street lamp, like a monster rushing in.

Tang Tang's heart tightened, but Zhou Qian said abruptly, "Miss Tang, your son is five years old this year?"

"Not yet, not yet. Tang Tang's voice was a little tense, but his mouth was still soft, "Four years and one month. ”