Lay Down My Bad Husband

"By the way, an Xiyan has been running to her home every day these days. It's OK. Please tell her not to come! Or you can call her out on a date

Hearing an Xiyan's name, Tang Su's face, which he could see, sank a little.

This time, without saying anything, he turned and strode upstairs.

Tang Su turned around, and the old man looked at the little guy who was sleeping on his shoulder. The more he looked, the more familiar he felt.

"Wait!"

Halfway up the stairs, Tang Su was suddenly stopped.

"Grandfather, if you don't like an Xiyan, just tell her not to bother you in the future." Tang Su only thought that the old man stopped him because of an Xiyan. So, in his tone, there was a trace of impatience.

"You just said, whose family is this child?" But the old man did not ask.

"A friend's home." Tang Su did not expect that the old man should care about the children again.

The old man came a few steps closer and looked at the fleshy face of the stream carefully again. He scratched his head and said in great confusion, "how can this child look like you when you were a child?"

It looks like him when he was a kid?!

Same Rh negative blood!

Tang Su's heart, a sudden tremor, there is an inexplicable idea, rushed to the heart.

This kid, doesn't it really have anything to do with him?

"Grandfather, children all look the same. Don't think too much about it."

Although he had some ideas in his heart, he was also confused. However, in Tang Su's usual style, he would not show any horse's feet in front of anyone if there was no definite thing.

Words fall, Tang Su again don't wait for the old man to open mouth to say what, stride upstairs, walk toward own room.

He gently put the stream on his big bed, looked at the little white face of the child, and remembered the old man's words just now. Tang Su couldn't wait to go around the end of the bed to the bedside table on the other side, opened the drawer and took out a photo album with a cowhide cover.

The slender and well-defined fingers fell down. Pressing them on the album of some time ago, Tang Su's pretty eyebrows suddenly tightened, and his fingers suddenly lost their strength.

What's the matter with him?!

Is he worried that he is the bastard who made Lin Ziyi pregnant at the age of 18, when she was young?

The corner of Tang Su's mouth was hooked, and he raised a touch of self mockery.

How!

How could his son, Tang Su, be exiled.

Taking a deep breath, the man opened the album.

What came into view was a picture of his family with his parents and grandparents when he was just at the full moon.

At that time, how young and beautiful her mother was, just like linziyi now.

Lin Ziyi!

Tang Su realized his absurd idea, shook his head and continued to turn back.

However, the more he turned back, the more he couldn't believe the fact that from the age of one to four, as he grew up, he looked more and more like Lin Ruixi when he was young.

Tang Su's good-looking eyebrows tightened again and became a group.

inhaled again as like as two peas, moving to the next page. It was a small face with a tender white meat like a brook.

Suddenly, looking at the child who was sleeping safely in the big bed, Tang Su's eyes were as vast as ink dye. They were as startling as stones, and lightning flashed across the sky.

Why?!

what is as like as two peas in bed?

Hands, because of tension, because I can't believe it, because of shock, clench tightly into a fist, fingertips into the palm, the back of the hand, blue tendons jump, knuckles, white bones.

Looking at the child, the crack in Tang Su's eyes became bigger and bigger. It was like a black hole. Everything in the world could be sucked in.

After a long time, Tang Su gradually regained his mind, took out his mobile phone, and almost shook his fingertips to dial Li Zheng's phone.

"Li Zheng, I want all the relevant information about Lin Ruixi's birth. The more detailed, the better."

Li Zheng at the other end of the phone heard Tang Su's deep and hoarse voice, even with a trembling voice. He was a little confused.

What's the matter with their boss?

How did the voice suddenly become like this? It was like a completely changed person, just like the voice of a traitor trembling and afraid in the face of the enemy's confession.

"Boss, you..."

"Go, now!"

"Yes, boss."

In front of such a large French window, the tall man is deep in the sofa. His eyes are as vast as ink dye, like falling meteors, which dim the luster.

Dim vision, cast into the dark curtain, without any trace of focus.

The cigarette on the tip of your finger is burning out. Soon, it will burn to the end.But the man didn't feel it at all.

Until the cigarette butt burns the skin of the finger, the man's finger moves. He raises his hand and presses the cigarette butt out of the ashtray on the lower table in front of him.

The sound of the child's whispering sounded again. Tang Su didn't look back, just as the child was talking in his sleep again.

"Uncle Tang, where is this?"

Until "Uncle Tang..." These three words clearly poured into Tang Su's ears, and then he suddenly turned around and looked at the child on the big bed.

The stream had woken up and sat on the bed, looking at him with some confusion and uneasiness.

"You wake up."

Tang Su tried to make his voice sound normal, but he still couldn't help shaking.

"Uncle Tang, where's my mother?"

Yes! What about Lin Ziyi?

Yang lips, Tang Su's lips, even a slight gentle radian, "your mother is very good, she asked me to help take care of you."

Tang Su's words, the child naturally believed, without a trace of doubt.

Sipping the corners of her lips, the confusion and uneasiness in the child's eyes gradually faded away.

"Uncle Tang, I'm so hungry. Can I eat?"

The radian of Tang Su's lips gradually enlarged. He stood up from the sofa and strode to the bedside. He raised his hand and pressed a button at the head of the bed. Then he reached over and carefully rubbed the thick and soft hair on the top of the child's head. "Of course."

"Great. Now I really feel like I can eat an elephant." Touching the tiger's face, he showed a lovely little belly.

Tang Su laughs. Just as he wants to say something, there is a knock on the door. "Young master, what can I do for you?"

The voice of the steward came from outside the door.

"Come in."

At the command of Tang Su, the housekeeper pushes the door in.

"Take the children downstairs to eat."