Chapter 132 Mianmian didn’t see anything

Hearing the deliberate clamping sound, Sang He's face suddenly turned cold.

Without raising her head, she knew the person coming was Tang Xinyao.

【I didn’t expect to meet you here again.】

Sang He's tone was a bit cold.

Mianmian, who was eating happily, immediately put down what he was holding when he heard the sound, and turned to look at Tang Xinyao.

She could tell that her mother didn't like this aunt.

So Mianmian pursed her lips and didn't say hello.

Tang Xinyao didn't mind and sat down next to Luo Wenmo, and even got very close to Luo Wenmo intentionally or unintentionally. Sang He, who was sitting opposite, watched this scene and his eyes gradually turned cold.

In order not to affect the normal business of the restaurant, the cameraman's position was not close. In addition, Tang Xinyao was not wearing a microphone, so the audience in the live broadcast room could not hear her at all, which made them anxious.

[Who is this woman? Although you can only see her back, she is not a good person at first glance.]

She Sang He has never been a soft persimmon.

Suddenly, a soft and waxy voice came in: "But dad, that aunt fed dad cake, and mom and I both saw it."

Mianmian also saw what happened that day.

Hearing this, Sang He and Luo Wenmo looked over at the same time and saw a small glutinous rice dumpling holding a lamb doll standing at the door of the master bedroom.

But as soon as she stood up, before she could take two steps, she tripped on the carpet and fell forward uncontrollably.

In order to maintain her persona in front of Luo Wenmo, Tang Xinyao took several deep breaths before she refrained from scolding Sang He.

At one o'clock in the morning, Sang He got up to drink water. After drinking, he was about to go back when he saw Luo Wenmo standing at the door of the second bedroom.

Both of them were wearing pajamas, and they were so close together that Sang He could even feel Luo Wenmo's hot body temperature.

Luo Wenmo explained: "I didn't eat, and I came to see her that day because I had something to ask."

This is said without any mercy.

"Auntie is also here to eat, but the business here is so busy that there is no room. Why don't we eat together?" Tang Xinyao forced a smile that she thought was gentle.

Turning off the microphone on her and Mianmian's collars, Sang He slowly raised his lips, "I'm afraid Wen Mo doesn't have time."

"I didn't say anything. Besides, I have such a good relationship with the Wenmo family. What's wrong with going to my house for a meal? Sang He, you are too hostile to me." After saying that, Tang Xinyao squeezed out

He shed two drops of crocodile tears and said softly, "Wen Mo, what do you think?"

"Ah, also, Mx recently launched a new product, but I haven't checked it out yet. Why don't you go with me, and I'll pick out something for you."

We're going to get divorced anyway, so there's no point in talking about it.

[She has such a close relationship with the man who lives in Sang He’s house. What kind of complicated network is this? Can the cameraman stand next to them and let us find out? 】

With one sentence, Tang Xinyao could no longer maintain the smile on her face.

After the interlude, it didn't take long for the three of them to finish their meal and go home.

Something like this happened tonight, and he was afraid that Sang He would think too much about it. After much thought, he still felt that he needed to explain.

The aura was fully activated, and Tang Xinyao's heart couldn't help but tremble.

What he said was not only an intimacy towards Luo Wenmo, but also a provocation towards Sang He.

Although she planned to divorce Luo Wenmo, she had not gone through the process yet, so she could not watch such a disgusting thing happen in front of her eyes.

Tang Xinyao gently pushed back her hair and rubbed Luo Wenmo's shoulder. The strong smell of shampoo lingered on Luo Wenmo's breath.

Sang He sneered.

"Then you can't live without your own space," Tang Xinyao said with a smile after a while, "We are just normal friends, does Sang He have to take care of it too?"

Tang Xinyao's face turned gloomy after being driven away by a four-year-old child, but because Luo Wenmo was present, she could not get angry with Mianmian.

She turned her head, looked at Luo Wenmo with charming eyes, and raised her red lips: "Wen Mo, why didn't you say anything when you came back this time? My parents have been asking you to come home for dinner."

Luo Wenmo sat next to her and sounded a voice that was more beautiful than a cello: "There is nothing between me and Tang Xinyao."

Mianmian, who had been silent all this time, stood up and said in a sweet voice: "Auntie, we are eating, can you go away?"

Luo Wenmo gently put down his chopsticks and said in a tone that could not be ignored: "We don't have a place for you here. Considering that the relationship between our two families is good, I can use my connections to ask the boss to temporarily add a table for you.

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Sang He's tone was extremely impatient.

Luo Wenmo calmly distanced himself from Tang Xinyao, and then said in a cold voice: "I really don't have time, I'm busy with my wife and children."

"By the way, I saw a belt last time I was shopping and thought it suited you very well, so I bought it. You can take me home later and meet my parents, and I'll give you the belt by the way."

"Let's talk." Luo Wenmo's voice was a little hoarse.

Although he was thinking this, Sang He still didn't say anything.

Sang He was startled by him and quickly calmed down.

【How shameless.】

Hearing this, Sang He clenched his fingertips.

Sang He didn't say anything, turned around and sat on the sofa in the living room.

"No need." With these words squeezed out from her teeth, Tang Xinyao stood up, stamped her feet and left.

At this time, Tang Xinyao's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot, and she clenched her hands so tightly that her long nails were digging into her flesh.

Luo Wenmo frowned, and quickly stood up and stretched out his long arms to wrap around Sang He's waist. With a slight exertion, Sang He was brought into his arms by Luo Wenmo.

"No need to explain too much, hurry up and sign the divorce agreement." Sang He pretended not to care, stood up and prepared to go back to the room.

The variety show "Here Comes Mom" ​​is not broadcast live all day long. It closes the live broadcast at ten o'clock every night and starts the live broadcast at eight o'clock in the morning.

Seducing her husband in front of her was something only Tang Xinyao could do.

While the warm embrace made Sang He feel at ease, his mind was also a little confused.

[It feels like this is a Shura field. Although I can’t hear it, it feels very exciting.]

[You feed cakes in a cafe early in the morning, but there’s still nothing? 】

Luo Wenmo rubbed her waist, and Sang He felt as if electric current was flowing through her body, tingling and tingling.

"Let me go, Mianmian is still here." Sang He thought of Mianmian standing at the door of the master bedroom, and his cheeks turned crimson.

Looking down at Sang He like this, Luo Wenmo couldn't help but chuckle.

Mianmian very sensibly raised her hand to cover her eyes with the lamb doll, and exclaimed: "Mianmian didn't see anything!"
Chapter completed!