Three points of sugar

Chapter 136 Boy or girl?

Tang Yan was still chewing on the pig's fat intestines, and for a moment didn't know whether to swallow it or spit it out.

"Uncle, I haven't seen you for a year, your nausea is really good!"

Shen Zhiliang laughed softly, and urged: "If you want to eat, eat quickly, I still have a lot of work to do."

"You make me feel sick, how can I eat it quickly?" Tang Yan rolled her eyes and slowly picked out the noodles in the bowl.

Shen Zhiliang raised a hand, as if to teach her a lesson.Tang Yan was not afraid at all, and stretched out her small face, "You have a try, and see if my little grandpa and grandma don't beat you up!"

"Hurry up and eat, don't think that I really dare not beat you up!" Shen Zhiliang withdrew his hand angrily, as if he didn't want to look at Tang Yan any more and felt disgusted, so he picked up his phone and swiped.

Tang Yan is his cousin's daughter, she has been living abroad with her parents, and usually comes back to visit once or twice a year.

Fortunately, her parents have required her to be bilingual since she was a child, and she can speak Chinese very well, which is quite enough to talk back to Shen Zhiliang.

The little girl has just completed this year. She finished high school abroad ahead of schedule and entered university for a year. She didn't know why she suddenly came back and said she wanted to go back to China to live independently.

In the morning, Shen Zhiliang had just completed the discharge procedures when he received a call from Shen's mother, ordering him to go home immediately.

So after he was discharged from the hospital, he went back to Shen's house first, and took Tang Yan back to the company in the afternoon.

The foreign education that Tang Yan received since she was a child is very different from the domestic education. Shen's mother originally intended for her to continue studying in a domestic university for a few years, and she was making other plans.But Tang Yan said that she wanted to enter the entertainment industry.

She has participated in many talent shows abroad, and formed a band with several classmates and performed in bars and small banquets.

Shen's mother has been wanting a daughter for so many years, but she never got pregnant. Over time, she treats Tang Yan as her own granddaughter and dotes on her. Although she doesn't meet many times, she has a lot of video calls.

Tang Yanang begged Shen's mother a few times, and Shen's mother couldn't help but speak for Tang Yan, and let Shen Zhiliang support Tang Yan to make her debut as an artist.

Shen Zhiliang only thought of her as a child, and agreed casually. After lunch at Shen's house, he took Tang Yan back to the company.

"It's fine if you don't want to eat. After eating so many snacks in the afternoon, with your self-control ability, you still want to be an artist?"

"Although I eat a lot, I'm not fat!" Shen Zhiliang said "shit" before, but he really lacked interest. He put down his chopsticks, took a sip of the drink next to him, and said in a proud tone: "We young people have a fast metabolism and can digest everything we eat. Unlike 30-year-old men like you, who eat too much and become fat!"

"Can you speak human language?" Shen Zhiliang couldn't hold back, and slapped Tang Yan on the head.

If Tang Yan hadn't been able to dodge quickly, she would probably miss her head.

"Uncle, you are so ruthless, if anyone in the future is reincarnated as your daughter, it will really be bad luck for eight lifetimes!"

"In the future, my daughter will be as disobedient as you, and I'll hit her eight times a day!" Shen Zhiliang looked at the phone, replying to the message while going to the restaurant entrance.

To be honest, if he really had a daughter, he would definitely be reluctant to beat her.

But Shen Zhiliang also sincerely hopes that his future daughter will not be like her cousin.

I love to eat fat intestines.

Entering the elevator, the man clicked on his private WeChat.

Yu Xia's chat box has been pushed down by two or three family groups, the man raised his eyebrows calmly, and she didn't send him a message all afternoon.

Fingers tapped skillfully on the keyboard, and the editor sent a sentence, "Honey, do you think the baby in your stomach is a boy or a girl?"

(End of this chapter)