"Xiaojie, are you feeling better?"

Xiaojie looked at Tang Yichen intently, nodded slightly when he saw the concern in his eyes, and then looked at the toys Tang Yichen brought.

Seeing the look in his eyes, Tang Yichen picked it up and put it in his hand: "Transformers, do you like it?"

He has never bought gifts for his children and doesn't know what they like. He just passed by a toy store and bought one.

Xiaojie still nodded and said nothing.

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He didn't speak, and Tang Yichen didn't know what to say.

He really didn't have much experience in getting along with children. Xiaojie quietly took apart the Transformers and looked at the cool shape. There was a moment of surprise in his eyes, but only for a moment, and he quickly put it down.

"What's wrong, don't you like it?" Tang Yichen really didn't know what the child liked, and he really felt guilty about Xiaojie.

Xiaojie hesitated for a long time before finally raising his head and looking at Tang Yichen: "Uncle, are you my father?"

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Tang Yichen was startled for a moment, he didn't expect Xiaojie to ask himself this question.

He nodded: "Yes. I am your father."

"If you are my father, why don't you marry my mother?" Xiaojie doesn't know much about adults. All he can think about is his own reasons: "Is it because you don't like me?"

"How could it be." Even if Tang Yichen was hard-hearted at this time, it was impossible to hate a child: "You are my son, how could I not like you."

"Then why don't you marry my mother?"

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The question returned to the original one. Tang Yichen looked at the child's innocent eyes and didn't know how to answer: "Xiaojie, it's not because of you, it's because of me——"

"You don't like my mother?" Xiaojie asked again: "Then if you don't like my mother, why did you give birth to me with her?"

"It's not that I don't like your mother." Tang Yichen really didn't know how to explain the complicated issues between adults to his children: "You don't understand this matter-"

"Then you like my mother?" In the world of children, there are only likes and dislikes. Xiaojie believes that Tang Yichen's choice can only be to like or dislike.

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"Xiaojie." Tang Yichen was really at a loss for words: "I don't treat your mother like you think. From now on, you will live with your mother, and if conditions permit, I will visit you."

Xiaojie shook his head desperately at this time: "I don't want it. I want you to marry my mother. I want my family to have a father and a mother."

This is the most conversation Xiaojie has had with Tang Yichen since he came to Beidu. But every word he said made Tang Yichen helpless.

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"Xiaojie——"

"Xiaojie." Xiang Nuan's voice sounded at the right time. She just came in from the ward and had just gone to the pharmacy to get medicine. After hearing Xiaojie's words, her face became a little nervous: "What are you talking about?"

Xiaojie's eyes instantly dropped and he didn't dare to look at her.

That fearful and timid look made Tang Yichen unbearable: "The child is still young, if he says a few random words, I won't take him seriously."

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The original tension on Xiang Nuan's face turned into helplessness, pain, and sarcasm: "Mr. Tang, of course I know you won't take it seriously. I have always been the only one who does."

"Xiang Nuan." What is she doing?

Xiang Nuan put down the medicine and water in his hand, and then turned around to face Tang Yichen: "I am the one who will take it seriously."

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She sniffed, walked forward, hugged Xiaojie into her arms, and stared at Tang Yichen with burning eyes: "Back then, when you said you liked me, I fell in stupidly, but when you said love, I fell in love.

I gave my all. If you say something mean to me, I won’t be able to defend you. If you say something about revenge, I can only be bullied by you."

"You can't help but hate that you have ruined my family. Tang Yichen, think about it, which of the things you have done is worthy of me?"

Tang Yichen was silent. He was the most impulsive when he was young. He was immature in dealing with emotions, but now, he has tasted the bitter consequences.

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"A few months ago you eagerly came to me and said you wanted to take responsibility, but I didn't want to. What now? Now I have figured it out and want you to take responsibility. But you said you can't take responsibility anymore."

"Tang Yichen, I don't know who you are, and I don't want to know. But it's fun to play with a woman's feelings and tease a woman like this, isn't it? Isn't it?"

"I didn't mean that."

There was a faint look of fatigue between Tang Yichen's brows and eyes: "Xiang Nuan, I said I would compensate you, but this compensation does not include marriage."

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"Then what if I say, apart from asking you to marry me, I don't want any other compensation from you?" Xiang Nuan stared at him with burning eyes, her expression full of determination. She was forcing him to make a choice.

"You know that I don't love you anymore, so I can't marry you." After Tang Yichen said this, he saw Xiaojie's expression changed, and felt a little uncomfortable for a moment.

"Xiang Nuan, let's go out and talk, okay?"

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He didn't want to say such things in front of his children, as it would cast a shadow on Xiaojie.

"No need." Xiang Nuan hugged Xiaojie tightly, turned his face, and a flash of pain flashed in his eyes: "If you can't marry me, then you don't have to come here anymore. Whether I live or die, Xiaojie

Whether it's good or bad, it's none of your business."

"Xiang Nuan, why are you—" so stubborn.

"I said, if you want to be responsible, just marry me." Xiang Nuan still said the same thing. He didn't look at Tang Yichen and pointed outside: "If you can't, get out."

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At this time, Tang Yichen was really helpless.

There is only one feeling in my heart, and that is a dilemma.

"Get out." Xiang Nuan didn't give him a chance at all, and his voice was a bit colder. Knowing that she was in a distressed mood at this time, Tang Yichen didn't stay long. He glanced helplessly at the mother and son hugging each other, turned around, and left.

After Tang Yichen left, Xiang Nuan hugged Xiaojie tighter.

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What should she do? What should she do? If she cannot marry Tang Yichen, that person will not let her go.

She has taken it lightly whether she is alive or dead. But what about Xiaojie?

Pain arose in her heart again. She could only tighten her arms and hold Xiaojie in her arms, as if she could catch everything.

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Tang Yichen was in a confused mood and returned to the villa without even eating.

The huge house exudes a silent desolation.

Gao Bo went back to the United States to handle some official matters. Xiao Feiyu also had something to do. He was not in the mood to deal with official matters these days. A few subordinates were doing the work.

Now that I'm back here, I realize that this place is so deserted that it doesn't feel like a home.

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In a villa in the United States, at least there is a loyal aunt and uncle. But here, there is nothing.

He suddenly missed Gu Jingting very much.

He missed being in her apartment with her. The two of them lived the simplest life, but they were so happy and happy.

Thinking of Gu Jingting, he couldn't help but feel heartache.

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With a long sigh, he went into the bathroom and took a quick shower. Looking at the bruises on his chin, he frowned and started shaving.

He remembered that one time when he got up in the morning, Gu Jingting saw him shaving and asked for help.

She said she had never shaved a man before, but she was very skillful in doing so.

Seeing herself looking at her with disbelief, she raised her little face proudly: "Tsk, don't you know, I am a genius child? I can do anything by just seeing it once."

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"Yes, yes. You are a genius." Tang Yichen held her waist at that time, lowered his head and deeply smelled the fragrance of her body: "But, you are definitely not a child."

His big hands caressed her plumpness and teased her through her thin pajamas: "Children are not such big **."

The next words disappeared into her lips. He was in the bathroom, pressing her down and doing whatever he wanted to her.

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Memories are always painful.

Life is like this. When you have it, you don't feel good. When you lose it, you will always regret it, feel upset and blame yourself.

His heart became cold piece by piece,

In all this, he could no longer find his own salvation.

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To be continued...