"The time has not come!" Tang Yehu looked, snorted heavily to express his anger, and went upstairs angrily.

Lu Momo took out the tea and saw Mr. Tang disappearing at the corner of the stairs. He walked over in confusion: "What's wrong with Dad? Didn't you say you want to drink tea? Why did you go upstairs?"

Tang Chao rubbed his chin and thought about what the old man meant. After thinking for a long time, he finally realized that the old man was afraid that he would have a temporary remorse for another scene?

If the marriage is not completed by then, wouldn’t it be embarrassing to send out the family-born jade bracelet?

Tang Dynasty smiled a slut, snatched the tea from her tray, took a sip, and praised loudly: "Good craftsmanship!"

"Hey, I made it for my dad to drink. How could you snatch it?!" Lu Momo was so angry that he jumped and wanted to snatch it back.

Tang Chao dodged, drank all the food in a few seconds, and then smiled and pulled her with her teeth and claws into her arms, hugged her soft body, and said thoughtfully: "It seems that it's time to prepare for the wedding..."

Lu Momo: "..."

Your uncle's thinking is too jumpy, right?

Could she not keep up with the pace at all?

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After learning Chinese, the young man started to learn to learn to be toddlers recently.

But he was stubborn and refused to get into the walker car, just to ask someone to hold him and learn to leave. On several occasions, Mr. Rong had pouted his mouth and glared at him with his dark eyes. After screaming and stuffing him into the walker car, the young man ignored him for three days!

Luo Anning was amused and laughed, but after that, the walker was completely thrown into the cold palace - the custard room.

Baina International, a grand and luxurious presidential room.

What is jaw-dropping is that this is not a rigorous office space?

A small part of the presidential room was separated into a baby playground, with a mini slide in the toys. Two thick white Persian carpets, coffee tables and desks and bookcases were laid on the ground. Any areas with sharp corners were wrapped in thick cotton.

A nanny bent over and inserted his hands into the young man's armpit, hugging him slowly learned to walk. The young man took a few steps and sat down, rested for a while and continued to walk. From time to time, the nanny's words of encouragement and praise came from the room, and the young man's tender and crisp laughter came.

If Mr. Rong, who was rigorously dealing with business behind his desk, would definitely make people mistakenly think that he had come to a mixed-style nursery room!

The young marshal took a break and walked towards him, but Young Master Rong kept working on the piles of business, and did not give him a look at him at all. The young marshal felt that he was ignored and had no sense of existence.

“………………………………………”

Hearing his son's call for protest, Young Master Rong did not raise his head, and signed the document with one hand, while saying, "Yes, I heard it."

"Take it out... look at me!" The young man sat on the ground, grabbed a small ball that could bounce and threw it to the side, expressing his strong dissatisfaction.

Mr. Rong stopped signing, looked over perfunctorily, then lowered his head, "I've seen it."

The rosy little mouth was flattened, and I didn't want to pull it out anymore. I wanted to slap my mouth, and I didn't care whether it was quarrel or not. I opened my mouth and shouted, "Mama, I want Mama! Mama!"

“Stop!”
Chapter completed!