"Tang Jiyao, long time no see."

His dark eyes made Xia Ling feel uncomfortable.

It was as if she was caught in an invisible net.

"Indeed, it's been a long time."

His words were meaningful, and the corners of his lips were raised, but there was no smile in his eyes.

If it weren't for those three cherry blossoms, which were still quietly blooming on Xia Ling's 'One Tree Blossom', Xia Ling would almost be suspicious......

Tang Jiyao in front of him, does he hate her?

*

The man's gaze shifted from Xia Ling to Tang Ting beside her.

The little boy is wearing casual clothes, a white T-shirt and small black shorts, a small face with a little baby fat, slightly curly hair, and ungrown eyebrows and eyes are already very delicate.

You can see that his silhouette looks like a woman.

However, the eyebrows, eyes and nose bridge of the boy are carved out of the same mold as him.

Standing in the boy's baby, no one will mistake the identity of his child's father.

*

Seeing the boy being held by Gu Jiu, he looked at him vigilantly, looking like a little beast, and wanted to protect his mother.

Tang Jiyao's expression finally softened a little.

He didn't care about Gu Jiu, squatted down, and stretched out his hand to the boy.

Tang Ting...... Come, come to Daddy. ”

Before Tang Jiyao came, he roughly checked Gu Jiu's information for so many years.

The name of the boy is Tang Ting, right?

Even if she ran away with his son, she could still let his son take his surname.

Should he praise Gu Jiu for having a conscience?

*

Tang Ting stood beside Xia Ling.

Listening to Tang Jiyao's words, he bit his lip.

The feeling of blood connection is so clear, instinctive, he is also very eager for his father.

However, looking at Xia Ling beside him, Tang Ting made another decision.

His voice was milky, but he said firmly.

"Uncle, you recognized the wrong person. I don't have a dad. My mom said that my dad was gone when she gave birth to us. ”

Tang Jiyao's face turned black at the moment.

He looked at Xia Ling.

And Xia Ling: "......"

She swore that she didn't teach her to say that......

The stream-of-consciousness pot still has to be carried by her.

The little boy stood beside her, although he rejected Tang Jiyao, but his gaze always drifted to Tang Ting unconsciously.

I don't want to cause a human tragedy where father and son meet, but they don't know each other.

Against Tang Jiyao's black face, Xia Ling squatted down and touched Tang Ting's little face.

"Xiao Ting, go ahead, he's your father."

The boy was still struggling, but after seeing Tang Jiyao, he asked Xia Ling seriously.

"Mom, did Dad do something wrong? If you don't like him, don't recognize him, it's enough for Ting to have a mother. ”

Tang Ting is so precocious that it makes people feel distressed, and his IQ and EQ are also very high.

In one sentence, Xia Ling was stunned again.

In the next moment, the little boy in front of her, a man with a very black face, strode over directly and picked up Tang Ting.

"Mom......" Tang Ting panicked.

Tang Jiyao didn't feel good in his heart, he walked out and looked at Xia Ling again.

"If you don't come with me, what else do you want? Standing here, is it a play for people? ”

The loot she bought in the department store was carried by Tang Ting's assistant.

The man clearly came prepared.

If he came like this, Xia Ling would definitely have to go with him for Tang Ting's sake.

*

In the face of Tang Ting's calm momentum, the melon-eating masses automatically branched out a road.

watched this family of three disappear at the door.

They also relied on speculation and talked with relish.

*

Xiao Lin drove the car, and Tang Jiyao sat in the co-pilot.