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His Vengeful Ex-Wife - Chapter 215
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You go, I am not reluctant to bear you.
From then on, no one can hold me!
Tang Shi’s departure that day created countless days and nights of regret in Bo Ye.
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Tang Shi went home, it was Tang Wei who opened the door, and Su Qi came to pick him up when he wanted to come. The little boy’s eyes were full of light and he was obviously proud, “Mommy, I saw you on TV!”
Tang Shi smiled and entered the door, changed his high heels, and held Cong Shan’s body. Tang Wei glanced back and forth at Cong Shan. “Why didn’t my uncle be on TV today?”
“Huh?” Tang Shi found that Cong Shan had not been interviewed by reporters and media.
Cong Shan just said faintly, “I don’t like exposure.” So he covered up the past.
Tang Shi entered the room, and Tang Wei followed in. She changed her clothes and came out wearing a set of pajamas. In a blink of an eye, she saw that Cong Shan was already asleep on the sofa. He was leaning on the cushion and looked very asleep. simple and naive.
“Is my uncle too tired?”
Tang Wei asked Tang Shi softly.
Tang Shi nodded, “Yes, let’s not bother him, let’s have some noodles to sleep tonight.”
Tang Wei was very obedient. Tang Shi ordered him a bowl of egg noodles, and then he took a bath and went to sleep after eating. When I came out of the shower, I saw Cong Shan still sleeping on the sofa, Tang Shi was wearing pajamas with water dripping from the tips of his hair, hesitated for a while, and took out a blanket from the room.
She stepped forward with a blanket in her hand and gently covered Cong Shan’s body.
But unexpectedly it was this action that suddenly awakened Cong Shan from his sleep. He was like a precision machine that was always running. Once any force was received from the outside world, it would immediately trigger the body’s alert system, and he jumped up violently. , Grabbed Tang Shi’s hand, and pressed her under her body.
Cong Shan was stunned by the soft body, only to realize that under him was Tang poetry.
At this moment, the living room was silent, and the moonlight came in through the French windows. The two postures were very ambiguous. Cong Shan put his hands on Tang Shi’s face and looked at each other. At that moment, his heart suddenly missed a beat.
It’s like stepping on a flight of stairs.
Tang Shi was under him, and the delicate skin was lined with the cool and thin moonlight, revealing the whiteness of a porcelain doll. She was opening her eyes blankly, looking at the Congshan like a lion that suddenly became fierce. She was shocked when she opened her mouth.
The two looked at each other for a long time, and Tang Shi frowned slightly.
She seemed to have discovered something, and her emotions rushed past those watery eyes, and then turned into nothingness for a moment.
This way she made Cong Shan a little guarded.
“I see you are asleep, I’m afraid you catch a cold.” Tang Shi didn’t want to be silent any longer, so she first found a topic and pointed to the blanket that was thrown to the ground. “So I want to cover you with a blanket.”
Cong Shan held his forehead. Get up from Tang Shi, “Sorry, instinctive reaction.”
Instinctive reaction?
Tang Shi glanced at him suspiciously and propped up, and then asked, “Have you
ever practiced?” Cong Shan’s eyes dazzled, but he was suppressed for a moment, and he asked vaguely, “Huh?”
“I.” It means, what kind of taekwondo and judo have you practiced?”
“Close Sanda.”
Without trying to hide, Cong Shan jumped off the sofa, picked up the blanket from the ground, hung it on his hand, and then went forward and rubbed it. Tang Shi’s hair said, “Go to sleep, I just died of sleepiness.”
This change of attitude is completely different from the person who just started to beat people.
Tang Shi watched Cong Shan walk in suspiciously, with a tall and thin back but strong, like the kind of figure that can only be achieved by people who have experienced countless punches.
Tang Shi touched his chin, wondering if Cong Shan’s family opened the kind of martial arts hall, linked to the Japanese people?
But she didn’t think much about it. This incident was like an episode. She went back to the house and closed the door. Cong Shan in the other room breathed a sigh of relief when the door closed.
For a long time, the man looked at the blanket in his hand and grasped it as if he was grasping a deadly rope.
Fingers clenched unconsciously.