"Tang Jiyao, long time no see. "
His Dark Eyes Made Xia Ling uncomfortable.
She felt like she was caught in an invisible net.
"indeed, it's been a long time. "
His words were meaningful. He raised the corners of his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes.
If not for the three Cherry blossoms that were still quietly blooming on Xia ling's 'one tree of flowers' , Xia Ling would almost suspect... ...
Did Tang Jiyao hate her?
*
The man's line of sight shifted from Xia Ling to Tang Ting who was beside her.
The little boy was wearing casual clothes, a white t-shirt and black shorts. He had a Chubby baby face, and his hair was slightly curly. His eyes and eyebrows were already very delicate.
One could tell that he looked like a woman.
However, the boy's eyes, eyebrows, and nose bridge were exactly the same as his.
Standing on the boy's side, no one would mistake his identity as the father of his child.
*
Seeing the boy being held by Gu Xijiu's hand and looking at him vigilantly like a little beast, he wanted to protect his mother.
Tang Jiyao's expression finally softened.
He ignored Gu Xijiu and squatted down to reach out his hand to the boy.
"Tang Ting... come, come to Daddy. "
Before Tang Jiyao came, he had roughly checked Gu Xijiu's information for so many years.
The boy's name was Tang Ting, right?
Even if she ran away with his son, he could still give his son his surname.
Should he praise Gu Xijiu for having a conscience?
*
Tang Ting stood beside Xia ling.
Hearing Tang Jiyao's words, he bit his lip.
The connection was so clear, so instinctive, and he wanted his father so badly.
However, looking at the side of Xia Ling, Tang Ting made a decision.
He spoke in a childish but firm voice.
"Uncle, you've got the wrong person. I don't have a father. My mother said that my father died when she gave birth to us. "
Tang Jiyao's face immediately darkened.
He looked at Xia Ling.
And Xia Ling:"..."
She swears, in that case, she didn't teach... ...
She still has to take the blame for the stream of consciousness.
The little boy stood beside her. Although he had rejected Tang Jiyao, his gaze always unconsciously drifted towards Tang Ting.
He did not want to cause a tragedy where father and son met but did not know each other.
With Tang Jiyao's dark face, Xia Ling squatted down and touched Tang Ting's little face.
"Little Ting, go. He is your father. "
The little boy still struggled a little, but when he looked at Tang Jiyao, he asked Xia Ling in a serious manner.
"Mommy, did daddy do something wrong? If you don't like him, Little Ting should not acknowledge him. Little Ting has a mommy. "
Tang Ting was so mature that it made one's heart ache. His IQ and Eq were both exceptionally high.
This sentence stunned Xia Ling again.
In the next moment, the little boy in front of her, the man with an extremely black face, walked over with big strides and carried Tang Ting.
"Mommy... " Tang Ting panicked.
Tang Jiyao didn't feel good in his heart. He walked out and looked at Xia Ling again.
"If you don't come with me, what are you thinking about? Are you standing here and watching a show for others? "
The spoils of war that she bought in the department store were all in Tang Ting's assistant's hands.
The man had obviously come prepared.
If he came like this, Xia Ling would definitely go with him for Tang Ting's sake.
*
The onlookers automatically cleared a path in front of Tang Ting's steady aura.
They watched as the family of three disappeared at the door.
They still relied on their guesses and discussed with relish.
*
Xiao Lin drove while Tang Jiyao sat in the passenger seat.