The Villain’s Mother

“Good night. ”

Song Ting Shen said that, both of them could not help but think of a good night kiss to borrow a seat that day.

Nguyen Xia has a good impression of Song Ting Shen now. All the things he is showing now are the style of a mature man in his 30s who has a career. He has no grease on his body. At the moment of closing the door, Nguyen Xia leaned back against the door and looked at Wang Chai who was already asleep in bed. For the first time, she had similar confusion. If she had been in the world, what would her relationship with Song Ting Shen have become?

Though not so eager to love, she is only 25 years old this year, and Song Tingshen is only 35 years old. How can she live in the remaining decades?

Nguyen Xia is not a person who likes to be anxious about what doesn't happen in the future, so this confusion only lasts a few minutes, and when she lies in bed and picks up her phone again, her mind subconsciously blocks this headache.

When Song Ting went back to his room, he just sat beside the bed with his hands on his knees and didn't know how long he had been sitting. He picked up his wallet on the nightstand and opened it to see the picture he was about to take from Nguyen Xia's car.

He was not too passive in emotional terms, and from a businessman's point of view, Nguyen Xia was indeed the person best suited to him at the moment.

It was his intention to give Wang a truly healthy and welcoming family.

He did not intend to divorce Nguyen Xia and have a relationship with another unknown person. As a man who was thirty-five years old, he never seemed to care too much about this kind of thing. At his age, it was never his own preference to consider. But when he had just soaked milk for her, he was in a peaceful mood. When he stood at the door of her room, even if he didn't intentionally look inside, he knew that it was his child who was lying in bed, and she stood at the door like that, holding a cup with her hand, for at least one moment, Song Ting had a deep feeling of satisfaction.

No, and not satisfied, at that moment he thought that if he and Nguyen Xia were truly married, it might be better if they all had feelings for each other.

The next day, when Nguyen Xia took Wang Chai out of the bedroom, she ran into Song Tingshen, who was about to go downstairs for breakfast.

Wang Chai ran over and Song Ting bent down and hugged him, holding his fat ass, "Did you brush your teeth? ”

“Brushed, brushed every tooth.” Wang opened his mouth and revealed his little white teeth.

Song Ting glanced deeply at Nguyen Xia and thought, "Luckily I didn't see her at night.

Nguyen Xia was wearing a mask at the moment, she walked to the deep side of Song Ting, stretched out her fair hand and pressed it, making the mask more obedient on her face, "Good morning. ”

Wang Zhi held Song Ting's deep neck and asked with a smile: "Dad, does Mom look like a ghost? ”

Nguyen Xia glanced at him, “Have you ever seen such a beautiful ghost? ”

Song Ting coughed deeply, thinking about it, or said: “If you wear a mask at night, don't come out and walk around. ”

Nguyen Xia: “…”

Do you know what skincare is?

She was too lazy to deal with the fathers and sons, walked downstairs in front of them, and her aunt was still busy making breakfast in the kitchen.

Just at this time, the door bell rang, Nguyen Xia was closer to the door, got up and walked to the front door. Through video equipment, she saw a young man standing at the door, thinking that there was someone else in the house, she opened the door, before she could ask who it was. She saw a huge bunch of roses in the hand, she saw 99 red roses, it was spectacular, he also held some effort, and asked with a small card: "Do you want Miss Nguyen Xia to live here? ”

Nguyen Xia was stunned, “I am. ”

Brother Hua smiled and handed Nguyen Xia the receipt, "Miss Nguyen, please sign for it. ”

Nguyen Xia picked up the card from the flower sender brother, there was no signature on it, there was no flower sender's name. At his urging, she signed her name, hugged this large bunch of roses, and turned around with a squeaky look. The first reaction was to ask Song Tingshen, “Did you send it? ”

Of course, she regrets it as soon as she asks.

How could Song Tingshen send flowers to her? He doesn't seem like someone who would do such a thing.

She was also brain-wattered to ask him.

If not, Song Ting looked deeply at the huge bouquet of roses in her hand. She also showed a suspicious look on her face and shook her head, "No. ”

Nguyen Xia is really helpless, digging up his mind, but I think of so many people... But then again, all those who have thought about the original owner know that she has a husband, husband or Song Tingshen, who has the ability in the mall. Because of this, no one dares to go after the original owner openly and courageously at the moment. So, the question has come, who will send flowers to her house with such short eyes? Or who wouldn't be afraid to offend Song Tingshen and chase her?

Speaking of short-sighted...

Nguyen Xia's inner speculation, isn't it late for middle school?

It seems that among those people, he will also do such a difficult thing. After all, this person ran directly to Song Tingshen's office...

There is a card hidden in the bouquet that says, "Don't throw it away again”...

She walked into the living room with this large bunch of roses and put them on the coffee table at will.

Wang immediately rushed over, and wow, "A lot of flowers. ”

Song Tingshen didn't seem to intend to ask her who sent the flowers. She just took Wang Chai's hand to the dining room. Nguyen Xia couldn't figure out what he was thinking for a moment and a half. After all, the relationship between the two people was here. Besides, they had already opened up their words. In terms of private life, he should also believe her.

Probably trying to give her some face.

Song Tingshen was ready to go to work after a simple breakfast. Even Nguyen Xia didn't notice that he looked at the conspicuous bouquet of roses on the coffee table without a trace as he passed through the living room.

When Auntie goes out to buy groceries, Nguyen Xia sits on the sofa and looks at this big bunch of roses.

She seemed to believe too much in the novel plot. She thought that even a piece of ash didn't mix in the novel. He wouldn't jump out again. It wasn't this bouquet of flowers that made her difficult. She could have thrown it directly into the trash can. But what about another bouquet of that tomorrow? It's clear not to make her feel better.

Wang Chai sat next to her, listening to her own mother sigh, stretching out her fat paws and hugging her arm, asked: "Mom, are you unhappy? ”

“No more. ”

Nguyen Xia thought about it, still reluctantly cheered up, took out his phone, took a picture of this bunch of roses and put it on the same city's internet...

Though it's not Valentine's Day or Christmas, 99 roses are not cheap to come by. It's estimated to be at least 1,000 smaller. Just throw them in the trash can. It's weird and it hurts to think about it. It's all money. Even though it's not her money, why not sell it online?

Now the internet is particularly developed, Nguyen Xia offers 500 yuan, put the sales information online in less than half an hour someone contacted her, the buyer is happy, no more bargaining with her, and I guess I know this is the cheapest price.

She was on her way to rendezvous with the Foreign Church, so she made an appointment with the buyer to meet and trade with the same city 1, and the place of the appointment was also downtown.

The buyer is a program ape with black framed glasses. According to him, it's his girlfriend's birthday. He doesn't know what gifts to give. It's expensive to buy roses at the flower shop. Buying her flowers can save hundreds of dollars, and he can have a candlelit dinner at night.

Nguyen Xia looked at the extra 500 yuan on the phone, satisfied with one copy, she had a bold idea. If Duan Dai really a bunch of roses every day, she would sell 500 yuan a day, wouldn't she make more than 10,000 yuan a month!

… cough!

She can't have that idea! She's rich now!

Wang Zhi pulled La Nguyen Xia's sleeve and asked, "Mom, why are you giving flowers to that uncle? ”

Nguyen Xia touched Wangchai's head, “I sold him flowers, Mom made 500 bucks. ”

It's a shame to throw away the weird, put it in the house, isn't it the deep eyes of Zasong Ting? After all, although there is no emotion between them, there can be a man's house and the royal family directly send flowers to the house. Song Ting Ting Shen is not a wooden man. If you want to think about it, selling it is the best option. She happens to buy 500 yuan of lunch for children in remote areas in a treasure.

Song Tingshen stepped out of the conference room and was on his way back to the office, passing through the sales department. He saw a bunch of flowers on the desk of an employee of the sales department, inevitably thinking of the roses that Nguyen Xia had received this morning.

It's impossible to say that you don't care at all, after all the flowers have been sent home.

Back at the office, Song Ting thought about it and dialed Wang Chai's number with his cell phone.

Wang picked up the phone very quickly and crisp shouted, “Dad, can I help you? I'm eating out with my mom! ”

Song Ting pretended not to ask, “Is Mom there? ”

Wang Chai replied: "Mom's gone to the bathroom, I'm waiting for her with my foreign sister! ”

Song Ting went deep, “Wang Chai, Dad asked you something, don't tell Mom, okay? ”

“Yes! ”

“Where's that flower at home this morning? ”

Wang tried to think back. Luckily, the interval is not long now. He still hasn't forgotten, “Mom gave it to an uncle, Mom said it was sold to him! I made 500 bucks! ”

Song Ting Shen: “……"

He thought about several possibilities, but he didn't think that Nguyen Xia would sell the rose.

He didn't even realize he had a shallow smile in his eyes.

“Good night. ”

Song Ting Shen said that, both of them could not help but think of a good night kiss to borrow a seat that day.

Nguyen Xia has a good impression of Song Ting Shen now. All the things he is showing now are the style of a mature man in his 30s who has a career. He has no grease on his body. At the moment of closing the door, Nguyen Xia leaned back against the door and looked at Wang Chai who was already asleep in bed. For the first time, she had similar confusion. If she had been in the world, what would her relationship with Song Ting Shen have become?

Though not so eager to love, she is only 25 years old this year, and Song Tingshen is only 35 years old. How can she live in the remaining decades?

Nguyen Xia is not a person who likes to be anxious about what doesn't happen in the future, so this confusion only lasts a few minutes, and when she lies in bed and picks up her phone again, her mind subconsciously blocks this headache.

When Song Ting went back to his room, he just sat beside the bed with his hands on his knees and didn't know how long he had been sitting. He picked up his wallet on the nightstand and opened it to see the picture he was about to take from Nguyen Xia's car.

He was not too passive in emotional terms, and from a businessman's point of view, Nguyen Xia was indeed the person best suited to him at the moment.

It was his intention to give Wang a truly healthy and welcoming family.

He did not intend to divorce Nguyen Xia and have a relationship with another unknown person. As a man who was thirty-five years old, he never seemed to care too much about this kind of thing. At his age, it was never his own preference to consider. But when he had just soaked milk for her, he was in a peaceful mood. When he stood at the door of her room, even if he didn't intentionally look inside, he knew that it was his child who was lying in bed, and she stood at the door like that, holding a cup with her hand, for at least one moment, Song Ting had a deep feeling of satisfaction.

No, and not satisfied, at that moment he thought that if he and Nguyen Xia were truly married, it might be better if they all had feelings for each other.

The next day, when Nguyen Xia took Wang Chai out of the bedroom, she ran into Song Tingshen, who was about to go downstairs for breakfast.

Wang Chai ran over and Song Ting bent down and hugged him, holding his fat ass, "Did you brush your teeth? ”

“Brushed, brushed every tooth.” Wang opened his mouth and revealed his little white teeth.

Song Ting glanced deeply at Nguyen Xia and thought, "Luckily I didn't see her at night.

Nguyen Xia was wearing a mask at the moment, she walked to the deep side of Song Ting, stretched out her fair hand and pressed it, making the mask more obedient on her face, "Good morning. ”

Wang Zhi held Song Ting's deep neck and asked with a smile: "Dad, does Mom look like a ghost? ”

Nguyen Xia glanced at him, “Have you ever seen such a beautiful ghost? ”

Song Ting coughed deeply, thinking about it, or said: “If you wear a mask at night, don't come out and walk around. ”

Nguyen Xia: “…”

Do you know what skincare is?

She was too lazy to deal with the fathers and sons, walked downstairs in front of them, and her aunt was still busy making breakfast in the kitchen.

Just at this time, the door bell rang, Nguyen Xia was closer to the door, got up and walked to the front door. Through video equipment, she saw a young man standing at the door, thinking that there was someone else in the house, she opened the door, before she could ask who it was. She saw a huge bunch of roses in the hand, she saw 99 red roses, it was spectacular, he also held some effort, and asked with a small card: "Do you want Miss Nguyen Xia to live here? ”