Sorry, I can't love you

Tang Moshi said he didn't want to see her face recently. Xia Liang really didn't dare to go back to the Tang family's single villa.

The night outside was deep and neon lights were shining. She drove the red beetle aimlessly on the "Longpan road", circled back and forth, and stopped at the door of the alley she used to go to when she was in college.

The door of Tongji noodle shop is still open, and the landlady is greeting the guests.

As soon as Xia Liang appeared, he heard a cry, "Oh, beauty, come again? I haven't seen you for a long time! What would you like to eat? "

Facing the smiling face of the boss's wife, Xia Liang pursed his lips embarrassed, "just the same as before."

She has a bad stomach. It's easy to digest noodles, so she used to run here.

"OK! Wait! " The landlady answered and went to work.

Xia Liang looked around and finally sat on the wooden bench with a tent outside the store. She skillfully cleaned her chopsticks and waited for her goose liver sauce ramen.

During this period, her eyes inadvertently looked at the table in the front corner. Although no one was sitting there at the moment, her eyes seemed to reflect a proud and cold figure.

Her parents divorced when she was 15.

At the age of 18, she married with her mother to the Tang family, and then was arranged by her stepfather to the No. 1 high school in the city.

From high school to university, she was in the same school as Tang Mo, but Tang Mo was one year older than her. He was the focus of attention of the whole school, the president of the student union, excellent performance and excellent family, just like the brightest star in the sky.

And she, humble like a grain of dust.

After a while, the hot Ramen came to the table. Xia Liang picked up some chopsticks and sucked them into his mouth. The mobile phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated.

Caller - Ms. Xia.

Xia Liang didn't want to answer, but the bell kept ringing. As soon as the phone was answered, Ms. Xia Bingqing's worried voice came, "Xiao Liang, where are you now? I'm so worried about you! Why don't you go home so late? "

In the Tang family's villa, Xia Bingqing sat in the living room in a broken flower silk nightgown, and Danfeng's eyes glanced at the door from time to time.

There, Tang Mo just entered the house, took off his coat and threw it to the servant.

Tang Ziran happily welcomed him down the stairs. "Brother, you're home! What about? Did you eat well at the party? Hungry? Would you like some more? "

Then Tang Ziran called to the kitchen, "Aunt Li, make two bowls of supper!"

"Yes, miss!" An answer came from the kitchen.

Xia Bingqing looked positive, lowered his voice and said to the microphone, "your brother and Ziran have gone home. You should come back early. Don't worry your mother!"

"What time is it? I'm afraid she won't come back tonight? " I don't know when Tang Ziran suddenly jumped out from behind the sofa and startled Ms. Xia Bingqing.

Turning around, Tang Ziran stood in front of her with high arms and chest, looking at her with a proud, golden young lady's attitude.

Xia Bingqing put down the microphone in his hand, but didn't hang up. The movement inside can be clearly transmitted into Xia Liang's ears.

"Zi Ran, what do you mean?"

"What do you mean? Who knows if your daughter is as debauchery as you. She has nothing to do to seduce other married men. It's eleven o'clock now. I can't tell which man she will follow home for the night! "