Deep honey love: Ex-husband, where is your heart?

Scolding the woman doesn't mean to stand out for her. It's just a simple disgust with the woman with poor means.

At least Xia Yuyang thinks so. Tang Mosen hates her and hates her very, very much.

For Xia Yuyang's eyes, Tang Mosen's mouth suddenly aroused a cold arc. His cold eyes narrowed slightly, his big palm brushed, and the tissue box fell to the ground and fell at Xia Yuyang's feet.

His low magnetic voice sounded again above Xia Yuyang's head. Sen was cold and ruthless: "wipe."

Xia Yuyang's red lips pursed tightly. He stared at Tang Mosen's eyes and saw only the endless coldness in the bottom of his eyes.

She suddenly tightened her fist, and her fingernails were about to be embedded in the meat. Xia Yuyang raised a touch of irony on her face. On this occasion, she couldn't turn her face after all.

With her white and beautiful fingers, she took out the paper towel, bent slightly, polished Tang Mosen's shoes carefully bit by bit, and looked at the work carefully.

The people present, attracted by the scene, gathered around and watched, including whispering voices, mocking laughter and ups and downs.

Tang Mosen's face was cold because of Xia Yuyang's action. He asked her to wipe her embarrassed appearance. Who let her wipe her shoes?

Xia Yuyang is wearing high heels. She has been squatting for a while. Now it is because she has been squatting for a long time. Her center of gravity is unstable. She staggers and kneels on the ground.

The knee knocked on the ground, "Dong", which made Xia Yuyang take a breath of air-conditioning. She clenched her teeth and only gave a dull hum.

She pulled out a new paper towel and continued to polish Tang Mosen's shoes, but she heard a low magnetic voice over her head: "enough! Get up!"

After that, Xia Yuyang's arm was tightly grasped by Tang Mosen, but with a pull, Xia Yuyang sat on the sofa.

Tang Mosen looked at the woman beside him, his eyebrows wrinkled, but his eyes were still cold.

The big black suit suddenly raised with his knuckled hand and covered Xia Yuyang's embarrassed chest.

Tang Mosen was expressionless, got up and left, leaving Xia Yuyang sitting alone on the sofa.

Xia Yuyang held the suit in front of him and looked at his beautiful back. His calm heart 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. He thought he hated himself so much and would send someone to take over, but he didn't expect to come in person.

There are more and more ways to make things difficult for people. They are more and more childish. They can even put caterpillars in their shoes and salt in their coffee.

Xia Yuyang was exhausted and sighed silently. The man's IQ was getting lower and lower. Did his lover Bai Yalin give him any chronic drugs that cause dementia? That this man is so naive?

At noon on Saturday, Xia Yuyang stood by the roadside. On a day without Tang Mosen, the sun was really bright. She narrowed her eyes and felt the warmth of the sun.

The phone in the bag suddenly rang out untimely. Xia Yuyang took out his mobile phone and looked at the phone number on the screen with a frown.

I'm really afraid of what comes.

"Hello?"

"Hey, where are you?"

When she answered the phone, a low, rude voice sounded in her ear again.

Xia Yuyang rolled his eyes at the phone and smiled: "Mr. Tang, if you remember correctly, today is Saturday, and we don't have an appointment. I already know your company's inheritance spirit for the footwear industry. Please conduct the assessment of business negotiation according to the agreed time, and I will attend on time. As for other things, I'm sorry, please call me on a working day. I don't have time now, I'm not sure I'm sorry! "

"Doodle doodle..."

With one breath, Xia Yuyang hung up the phone, feeling relaxed.

On the side of the road over there, in the black Maybach, a man's gloomy face was extremely cold. His thin lips pursed fiercely, looked at the woman's hurried back through the window, and sneered.

Why did he call this woman when he saw her? He was just angry with himself.

"Young master, go home?"

"Back... Wait!" before Tang Mosen's voice fell, his slender hand suddenly raised and stopped the driver's foot on the accelerator.

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

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

Shaoqing, Xia Yuyang came out slowly, but she didn't come out alone. There was a little Zhengtai beside her slim figure, holding her hand tightly. Xiaozhengtai frowned slightly and looked very poor.

If the child hadn't held Xia Yuyang's hand tightly, Tang Mosen would think that the woman had become a human trafficker.

Tang Mosen looked at the child carefully and frowned fiercely.

The child looks four years old. Calculating the time of pregnancy, it should be Xia Yuyang's child conceived five years ago. Five years ago, they had not divorced.

But Tang Mosen remembered that he had never touched Xia Yuyang's finger, and it was impossible to have children with Xia Yuyang.

So this child?

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

The veins in Tang Mosen's forehead beat, his handsome face twisted into a ball, his eyes seemed to be frozen Millennium ice, staring at everything outside the window.

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

A black Maserati came from one side and stopped neatly by the side of the road, next to Xia Yuyang and the child.

When he saw the child next to Xia Yuyang and saw the man, his eyes suddenly brightened. He threw away Xia Yuyang's hand and threw his toy at the man who came down from the car.

The man's eyebrows are clear, his smile is very gentle and warm.

The action of holding the child is also familiar. Xiaozheng is too tight to let go of the man's neck. Xia Yuyang seems to be smiling happily.

A family of three, what a harmonious picture! In Tang Mosen's eyes, it became the deepest irony. His face was completely black and became the bottom of the pot.

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

He looked at Xia Yuyang and the man smiling at each other, got on the bus and left. He looked at the tail of the Maserati car moving away. His fist suddenly hit the back of the chair. His low voice was sharp and dangerous, as if squeezed out of his teeth: "drive! Go home!"

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