scolding that woman doesn't mean standing up for her, it's just a simple dislike for that woman with inferior means.

At least that's what Xia Yuyang thinks, Tang Mosen hates her, and hates her very, very much.

Facing Xia Yuyang's gaze, the corners of Tang Mosen's mouth suddenly hooked a trace of cold arc, his cold eyes narrowed slightly, and with a flick of his palm, the tissue box fell to the ground and fell at Xia Yuyang's feet.

His deep and magnetic voice sounded again above Xia Yuyang's head, and Sen was cold and ruthless: "Rub it." ”

Xia Yu's magenta lips were tightly pursed, staring at Tang Mosen's eyes, and all he saw was the endless coldness under his eyes.

Suddenly tightened her fists, her nails were about to sink into the flesh, Xia Yuyang's face raised a touch of sarcasm, on this occasion, she couldn't turn her face after all.

Her fair and beautiful fingers pulled out the tissue, bent down slightly, carefully wiped Tang Mosen's leather shoes bit by bit, and carefully looked at the workmanship on them.

The people present gathered to watch the crowd attracted by this scene, and the voices of discussion and ridicule continued to rise and fall.

Tang Mosen's face was cold because of Xia Yuyang's actions, he asked her to wipe her embarrassed appearance, who asked her to shine her shoes?

Xia Yuyang was wearing high heels, she had been squatting for a while, and now because she had been squatting for a long time, her center of gravity was unstable, she staggered and knelt on the ground.

Her knees slammed on the ground, and with a "bang", Xia Yuyang gasped in pain, she gritted her teeth, and only let out a muffled snort.

She pulled out a new tissue and was about to continue wiping Don Morson's leather shoes, but she heard a low, magnetic voice overhead: "Enough! Get up! ”

When the words fell, Xia Yuyang's arm was tightly grasped by Tang Mosen, and with just a hard pull, Xia Yuyang sat on the sofa.

Tang Mosen looked at the woman beside him, his brows furrowed, but his eyes were still cold and cold.

The big black suit suddenly lifted up with his knuckled hands, covering Xia Yuyang's embarrassed chest.

Tang Mosen's face was expressionless, he got up and left, leaving Xia Yuyang to sit on the sofa alone.

Xia Yuyang held the suit in front of him, looked at his handsome back in the distance, and his heart, which had been calm for many years, had a slight ripple again......

Xia Yuyang closed his eyes, limped slightly, and left the banquet.

In the next few days, according to the process, Xia Yuyang still contacted Tang Mosen for a few days, thinking that he was so disgusted with himself that he would send someone to take over, but he didn't expect to come in person.

There are more and more tricks to make things difficult, and they are becoming more and more naïve, even putting caterpillars in shoes and salt in coffee.

Xia Yuyang sighed speechlessly while being exhausted, this man's IQ is really getting lower and lower, did his lover Bai Yalin give him some chronic medicine for dementia? So that this man is so naïve?

At noon on Saturday, Xia Yuyang stood on the side of the road, there was no day for Tang Mosen, the sun was really bright, she squinted her eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun.

The phone in the bag rang suddenly at an inopportune time, Xia Yuyang took out his mobile phone, looked at the phone number on the screen, and frowned.

I'm really afraid of something.

"Hello?"

"Hey, where are you?"

Picking up the phone, a low, impudent voice rang in her ears again.

Xia Yuyang rolled his eyes at the phone, pursed his lips and smiled: "Mr. Tang, if I remember correctly, today is Saturday, and we didn't have an appointment, I already know a lot about your company's spirit of inheritance for the shoe industry." Regarding the assessment of business negotiations, please follow the agreed time, and I will attend on time. As for other things, I'm sorry, please call me on weekdays, I don't have time right now, I'm very sorry! ”

"Doodoo ......"

After saying it in one breath, he hung up the phone refreshed, and Xia Yuyang suddenly felt comfortable physically and mentally.

On the side of the road, in the black Maybach, a man's gloomy face was extremely cold, his thin lips pursed fiercely, and he looked through the car window at the back of the woman hurrying away on the side of the road, and sneered.

Why did he call this woman when he saw her? It's just making yourself angry.

"Young Master, are you going home?"

"Back to ...... Wait a minute! Before Tang Mosen's words fell, his slender hand suddenly raised and stopped the driver's foot from stepping on the accelerator.

He saw Xia Yuyang's figure actually enter the kindergarten? What does she do in kindergarten?

Tang Mosen's eyes followed Xia Yuyang's slender and beautiful figure, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

After a while, Xia Yuyang walked out slowly, but she didn't come out alone, there was a little Zhengtai next to her slender figure, holding her hand tightly, Xiao Zhengtai's eyebrows frowned slightly, and her timid appearance was very pitiful.

If it weren't for the child holding Xia Yuyang's hand tightly, Tang Mosen would probably think that this woman was a human trafficker.

Tang Mosen looked at the child carefully, his eyebrows furrowed fiercely.

The child looked to be four years old, and when she was pregnant, it should have been the child Xia Yuyang conceived five years ago, five years ago, when they were not divorced.

But Tang Mosen remembered that he had never touched a finger of Xia Yuyang at all, and it was impossible to have children with Xia Yuyang.

So ...... this kid?

Tang Mosen sat in the car, and his noble and elegant figure was quickly enveloped in a layer of cold breath, and his big palm clucked.

The green tendons on Tang Mosen's forehead were beating, his handsome and handsome face was twisted into a ball, his eyes seemed to be condensed thousand-year-old ice, and he stared at everything outside the car window.

He kept staring, and finally saw a scene that he didn't want to see.

A black Maserati drove from the side and parked neatly on the side of the road, next to Xia Yuyang and the child.

He saw that the child next to Xia Yuyang saw the man, his eyes suddenly lit up, he shook off Xia Yuyang's hand, held the toy in his hand and threw himself towards the man who got off the car.

The man had a clear eyebrow and smiled softly and warmly.

The action of picking up the child was also familiar, Xiao Zhengtai hooked the man's neck tightly and refused to let go, Xia Yuyang seemed to be smiling with relief on the side.

A family of three, what a harmonious picture! fell into Tang Mosen's eyes, but it became the deepest irony, and his face turned completely black to the bottom of the pot.

Tang Mosen's eyebrows were tightly locked, and his frowning eyebrows seemed to be twisted into a dead knot.

He watched Xia Yuyang and the man look at each other and smile, got in the car and left, he watched the rear of the Maserati drift away, his fist slammed the back of the chair, and his deep voice was neat and dangerous, as if squeezed out of his teeth: "Drive!" Go home! ”

"Yes!" The driver answered, and the car sped away.