Quick Transmigration: The Host Is Sweeter Than Sugar

"He kicked you out? This kid!" Tang Lirui stood up angrily, "Did he put my father in his eyes?"

Wen Chuchen sneered after hearing Tang Lirui's words.

He wasn't trying to protect her, he just cared that Tang Huai kicked her out of his room and refuted his face.

But Wen Chuchen still had a weeping expression on her face.

Tang Lirui looked distressed.

He comfortably hugged Wen Chuchen into his arms, "Okay, don't get angry with that kid. He has this temper. I will talk to the old man another day to talk about him. I know that you are kind, and you don't want to look at others, but you After all, I am pregnant with a child. If you can find him as little as possible, so as not to let the child have any accidents..."

Tang Lirui hugged Wen Chuchen again and talked about it. The main idea was to tell her not to look for Tang Huai and look after the children in her belly. This was their bargaining chip for dividing the family property, and Wen Chuchen felt chilly.

Although what kind of person Tang Lirui is, he still inevitably feels a little bit chilly when he hears such words.

In his eyes, she was not his wife at all, but a fertility tool to help him win the family property.

Fortunately, she did not expect much of him.

She asked him to pretend to be pitiful, but she wanted him to find Tang Huai unhappy, and vent her anger by the way.

But she didn't expect that Tang Lirui was so persuaded that she promised her a verbal complaint to Old Tang, and nothing else was mentioned.

But think about it.

The eldest son and the second son both have positions in the company, holding hundreds of millions of projects in his hand. Only he has nothing. He has a little spare money to speculate in stocks, and he has almost never made any money. How could he dare to fight his son? ?

Wen Chuchen actually didn't want to marry Tang Lirui at first.

After all, Tang Lirui could be her father at any age.

She originally wanted to marry Tang Huai or Tang Xiu, but Tang Xiu was a dandy who wandered around the flowers all day. She didn't see any kind of beauty, and she didn't like her at all.

Tang Huai is even more...

Wen Chuchen gritted his teeth and made a gentle and obedient expression, softly speaking to Tang Lirui.

"Yeah. I will pay attention to the baby in my stomach."

...

Tang Huai didn't know Wen Chuchen's subsequent series of performances.

Only after Wen Chuchen slammed the door to leave, frowned in disgust.

When the woman came, she felt that the air in the room was dirty.

Tang Huai slowly got up from the bed. With his movements, the wound on his body was torn again, and the fine blood beads leaked from the wound and soaked the clothes, but Tang Huai seemed ignorant.

He walked to the window carelessly, pushed open the window with his slender white fingers, his beautiful peach eyes were slightly narrowed, his ink eyes were staring at the clean and tidy garden below, and he was silent for a while before he put on his lazy smile again and turned around. Walk back.

He walked to the cabinet, took out the bandage and wound medicine from it, and applied the medicine very skillfully to himself.

There is a mirror behind his cabinet door, which is convenient for him to see when changing the dressing.

Tang Huai silently applied a good medicine to his wound in front of the mirror, his bright red lips kept a slight curvature.

The wounds on his arms and abdomen were hurriedly bandaged, and Tang Huai, who couldn't reach his back, didn't bother to take care of it.

Slender and white fingers put the medicine back in the cabinet, and then lay back on the bed lazily.

His fingers grabbed the phone that he had just put aside.

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