Lay Down My Bad Husband

Tang Su looked down at the little guy and picked his pretty eyebrows, which was the default.

"Uncle Tang, can you take my mother to the hospital?" The little fellow begged pathetically.

Tang Su listened to the voice of the little guy's supplication. He felt that a soft place in his heart was scratched by thin feathers, which was itchy.

Looking back, his eyebrows were already closed. It seemed that Lin Ziyi was more pitiful than the little guy. Tang Su's sexy thin lips sipped lightly, and his eyes deepened.

"Your mother asked for it. I have no obligation to take her to the hospital."

"But if Mom's hands are not good, there will be no one to take care of me, and no one to clean the house, cook and wash clothes for you." Little guy wrapped his mouth, a face will become an orphan, no pain, no love of the poor way.

Clean his house, cook and wash his clothes!

Lin Ziyi said nothing because she understood what tricks her son was playing.

And Tang Su is also a corner of the mouth hook, looked at his half night snack, seems to think that the little guy's words, very reasonable.

He put down his knife, washed his hands, took a clean towel and dried his hands. Then Tang Su turned and walked out, spitting out two words coolly, "come out!"

Lin Ziyi bit his lip and gouged out Tang Su's back. Then he glared at his son. He took off his shoes and kicked his son, "put them on."

The little guy innocently picked a pretty little eyebrow, obediently put on linziyi's slippers, and followed linziyi.

However, Tang Su didn't go towards the gate. Instead, he came to the dining room, turned on the light of the dining room, pulled out a dining chair, coldly lifted his eyelids, looked at Lin Ziyi, and ordered, "sit down."

Lin Ziyi took a look at Tang Su, knowing that he would not hurt himself. Otherwise, he would not agree to let their mother and son live in xiaofengluan mountain for a year.

So, Lin Ziyi obediently walked over and sat down on the dining chair that Tang Su had opened.

Tang Su lowered his head and saw ten transparent feet in the woods, which were even whiter and softer than the little one's feet. The shoes that were originally on her feet were already on the child's feet.

Eye color, slightly a sink, such as ink dye, deep not see the bottom.

After Lin Ziyi sat down, Tang Su stretched out his hand and held her right shoulder with one hand and her right arm with the other. Then he turned back 180 degrees.

"Click!"

"Ah

The little guy on one side trembled and saw Lin Ziyi "Teng..." He stood up from the dining chair, pointed to Tang Su with his right hand, and yelled, "Tang Su, what are you doing?"

Tang Su raised his eyelids again, glanced at Lin Ziyi lightly, clapped his hands, turned around and walked out of the restaurant upstairs, without going back to the tunnel, "make my beef noodles and bring them to my room."

"Mom, your hand..." It seems that Lin Yi pulled her pajamas and walked away timidly

Lin Ziyi looked at his right hand in the air, and it took five seconds to recover.

"What did Tang Su say just now?"

"He said, let you make his beef noodles and take them to his room."

Lin Ziyi stares at his son and asks her to make beef noodles for Tang Su. Is there any mistake?!

Half an hour later, the little guy opened the kitchen door and brought out a big bowl of steaming beef noodles.

In the dining room, a woman is sitting on the dining table, sleeping soundly.

"Mom, wake up!" The little guy put the noodles on the dining table, grasped Lin Ziyi's arm and shook it gently, "the beef noodles are ready, you can send it to Uncle quickly."

Lin Ziyi opened her sleepy eyes and looked at her son. When she saw the steaming hot bowl of beef noodles on the dining table, she woke up completely.

"Honey, did you make this bowl of beef noodles?" Lin Ziyi looked at the beef noodles and his son, and asked in shock.

Lin Ziyi glanced at the stream and said, "Mom, what do you think?"

Lin Ziyi sweeps the kitchen and the dining room. In the big kitchen and dining room, there are only mother and son. Just now, she didn't plan to make beef noodles for Tang Su, so she went to sleep on the table.

So, the steaming beef noodles with all kinds of color, flavor and flavor are really made by the stream.

"Baby, come on, tell mom, when did you learn to make beef noodles?" Lin Ziyi a face surprise of hold son meat Du Du's face, can't wait to ask.

The little guy glanced at Lin Ziyi again and pulled away her hands which were almost shaking. "It's just these weeks. Granny Liu said that there will be no servants to take care of us. You are so busy, so let me learn to cook and take care of you!"

Lin Ziyi looked at his five-year-old son. Tears welled up inexplicably. Under the bright crystal lamp, it was very crystal clear and moving."Mom, why are you looking at me? Why don't you give the noodles to Uncle Tang?"

Lin Ziyi smiles, wipes her tears, and turns to look at the beef noodles on the table. When the little guy thinks she will carry the noodles upstairs, she picks up chopsticks and prepares to eat noodles.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

"Where's my noodles?" After waiting for half an hour, Tang Su couldn't wait any longer. He came downstairs to see what the mother and son were playing. Unexpectedly, as soon as he came downstairs, he saw Lin Ziyi's tearful scene.

At the same time, Lin Ziyi began to eat noodles. He stopped for a moment, then looked to the side of the hall.

The tall figure of the man is hidden at the junction of the half light and half dark side hall and the dining room. His black bathrobe makes the originally noble and cold him even colder, which makes people dare not get close to him easily.

At this time, he was putting his hands in the pocket of his bathrobe, and his face was even darker.

"Uncle, mom has made your noodles and is going to take them upstairs for you." The little guy has a real face.

Tang Su walks into the dining room. Under the bright crystal light, his face is more and more carved like an ice sculpture, which seems to keep people away.

The man raised his eyelids and gave Lin Ziyi a light look. He reached out and grabbed the chopsticks in Lin Ziyi's hand. "No, I'll eat here."