Chapter 52 Iron-hearted, she will also cry into a pool of molten iron
Annoyance, regret, self-blame!
All kinds of emotions instantly filled his chest, and his throat seemed to be blocked with cotton, almost so blocked that he couldn't breathe.
"Uncle!"
Pei Yun took a step forward lightly, choked and threw himself into his arms, crying bitterly.
Ten years of lovesickness, ten years of remorse, and ten years of suppressed emotions are all cathartic at this moment, turning into tears to wet his shirt.
Grabbing the placket of his shirt with both hands, she cried like a child who had been lost for many years and finally came home.
Tang Mo was hard-hearted, and she wanted to cry into a pool of molten iron, his big hands hugged her waist, and the man's big hands patted her back one by one, comforting her softly.
But she is like a flood that has opened the floodgates, unable to contain her emotions.
"Uncle knows that you are a good boy, in fact...... Uncle also has something wrong, sometimes I am too you. β
Who has not been young and frivolous, he has also been young, when he was her age, he was not a bloody person who fought the enemy's camp at night.
How many children of her age are not naughty or rebellious?
"No, it's that I'm not good enough." Pei Yun sobbed lightly and lifted up from his arms, "...... Later, I ...... I will definitely try my best to make ...... Be the pride of your uncle! β
Raising his fingers and gently wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, Tang Moshen held her little face with both hands, and his tone was solemn.
"I believe in you!"
On the top of the Dragon City Heavenly Tower, he once trusted her once, and she tried, but later she still disappointed him.
Pei Yun sniffed lightly, "This time, I will definitely not disappoint Uncle again!" β
"Okay." Reaching over the palm of his hand and pulling a tissue, his big hand gently pinched the tip of her nose, "Snot!" β
Pei Yunqing's face turned red.
Anyway, she is also a person who has lived two lifetimes, how can she let others help her blow her nose?
"I'm going to wash my face!"
Raising her hand to snatch the tissue from his hand, she ran to the bathroom with a red face.
Tang Moshen stood in place, looked at his shirt that was crying, and shook his head gently.
It is said that women are made of water, and it is true, I really don't know where so many tears come from?
The slender fingers pressed the inner button, and Tang Mo ordered indifferently, "Send two sets of lunches in, remember to prepare a dessert." β
"Yes!"
Outside the door, the female assistant respectfully responded.
Hanging up the phone, Tang Moshen strode into the lounge and changed his shirt.
In the bathroom, Pei Yun lightly picked up a handful of cold water to wash, raised his eyes to look at himself in the mirror, and couldn't help but feel annoyed.
Such an adult actually cried like a child in front of him, all the good makeup was cried, took out the makeup supplies that Zhao Yasai gave her from her body, raised it and looked at it, and gave up in the end.
She could stitch up the tiniest blood vessels under a microscope, but she couldn't handle the jars.
Straightening his hair, holding up cold water and applying ice to his eyes for a while, to make sure that his eyes were not crying and swollen, Pei Yun gently opened the door and returned to the conference room.
"This way!"
Tang Moshen's voice came from the reception room next door, and she walked over, only to see him looking through the documents on the computer, a hot lunch and two cups of hot water on the table, and an extra dessert in her place.
Save the file to the disk, Tang Moshen raised his hand and closed the screen.
"Drink some water first, then eat."
Reaching over with both hands to hold the warm glass, Pei Yunqing's heart was also warm, and she took a shallow sip of warm water to moisten her hoarse throat, and she raised her eyes to meet the eyes of the man opposite.
"Uncle, are we settled now?"
γSpecial Notes:
These chapters are not misnamed, from today onwards, our Pei Xiaoniu's "rumored boyfriend" has officially been renamed "Ning Zetian".
I've changed the previous chapters, so you've already read them.
Ning Zetian drew a voice: Following such a willful father, I am also drunk! γ