She shouldn't blame him, it's just that he believed in someone too much and was a little disappointed. Maybe there really is no true love in the world. Now thinking about Leng Chunfeng's words, it seems to make some sense.
Who can withstand the lonely waiting in the fleeting years? What's more, she didn't even let him wait.
Now that he has such a well-behaved son, I wish him happiness
"Well, he," Tang Nian said vaguely, "he is a born coward, and he makes me take action every time he picks up girls."
(Master Nian, are you helping your brother-in-law or destroying him!)
Leng Jianing's heart skipped a beat. He often picks up girls? But when he thought about it, could he believe what this little naughty guy said? Who dares to ask his son to help pick up girls? It would be weird if he didn't get reported.
Leng Jianing laughed and said, "You are nothing like your father."
"I look a bit like my mother." Tang Nian lowered his head and played with his fingers, just to hide the sadness in his eyes.
He is a child without a father. When he was a child, when he was so-called ignorant, he always asked his mother where his father was. Her mother always smiled and answered him that his father was far away and it would take a long time to come back.
He just looked forward to it, and looked forward to it, until he lost his patience, so he lost his temper at his mother, saying that she lied to him and that he didn't have a father at all.
At that moment, he saw his mother cry. It was the first time he saw his mother cry. He felt so sad. Later, he never asked about his father's affairs again because he knew that it would make his mother unhappy.
He has his mother, his brother-in-law, and his staff. Everyone loves him and is very content.
"Your mother... is very beautiful," Leng Jianing asked tentatively. Women are so curious, especially towards another woman.
Tang Nian raised his head and smiled, raising his eyebrows: "Of course, my mother is the most beautiful woman in the world, even though her IQ is not very high."
"Ah?" Leng Jianing didn't quite understand.
Tang Nian laughed, leaned on her table and said, "Beautiful sister, hurry up and do your work, I want to go on a date with you."
He is half a head taller than an average four-year-old child
Leng Jianing smiled and looked down at the document.
When Tang Nian saw Leng Jianing's mobile phone on his desk, he remembered the most important task he was carrying, so he whispered: "Sister, I want to play the game on your mobile phone, is that okay?"
I promise not to read your text messages."
"You little devil" Leng Jianing pretended to glare at him and dialed the phone towards him, "playing". She believed that a smart kid like him would never mess up the program on her phone.
Tang Nian took the phone, walked to the side and murmured in a low voice: "As soon as Master Nian makes a move, there will be magic."