Listening to what Murong Nan said, Tang Yining fell silent.
Although she didn't deny it, she had been attracted to him.
But my heart also felt cold.
She no longer wants or dares to fall in love.
Now, she has her son by her side, and she has a stable job and a good income.
In her world, men really have no use except to relieve her loneliness.
She no longer wanted to be stupid, believe in love, and jump into the emotional whirlpool without hesitation.
As for her current life, she thinks it's pretty good.
"Murong Nan, I don't want to talk about it now. I don't know if we will talk about it in the future. But right now, I just want to work and stay with my Xiaobei like this."
Love has always been a luxury for her.
If she doesn't want it, she probably won't suffer because of love.
"Yining..."
The other party's words were like sharp needles piercing his heart mercilessly.
Murong Nan felt unbearable pain in his chest and his voice was hoarse:
"Is it okay if you don't do this? This time, I promise I will never let go of your hand again."
"No need."
Tang Yining seemed to be relieved, and Tang Yining's voice became much more easy-going.
"You are such a good woman and deserve better. Let me go. No matter who you end up with in the future, I will sincerely bless you.
I still have work to do, so I won’t tell you any more and will hang up now.”
Afraid that she would be moved, Tang Yining quickly hung up the phone.
Murong Nan looked at the call records that had been cut off, and felt a burst of sadness in his heart.
He sat in the driving position, frozen, staring blankly ahead, suddenly not knowing where to go.
But if you think about it from his perspective, you can understand that Yi Ning would give up on him.
There are indeed too many impossibilities between them.
But he won't give up.
Even if he is 35 years old now, he is willing to wait forever.
Even if he never gets married and has no children in this life, he still has to wait for her.
…
Although she was not in a particularly good mood, Murong Nan still tried her best to smile when she returned home.
Ye Shengsheng and his two children were sitting in the living room practicing calligraphy.
Seeing the people coming in, Tang Xiaobei was the first to shout:
"Hello Uncle Nan."
Murong Nan chuckled and walked towards them.
"Hello, what are you doing?"
"Aunt Shengsheng taught us how to practice calligraphy."
Tang Xiaobei handed his copybook to Murong Nan.
"Uncle Nan, look at how I am writing."
Murong Nan took it and saw that the boy's handwriting on the copybook was beautiful and clean, which made people's eyes shine.
He rubbed Xiao Lianlian's head and sat down next to the boy.
"Xiao Bei's handwriting is very beautiful. Uncle, please teach you other writing methods."
"OK."
Tang Xiaobei happily agreed.
Little Lianlian was also making noises beside her, "Uncle Nan Lianlian also needs to learn it. The word "Lianlian" is so ugly."
Ye Shengsheng couldn't help but laugh and said:
"Lianlian is still young, so let's write the pinyin of numbers first, and then learn the fonts when we grow older."
Tang Xiaobei immediately answered:
"Aunt Shengsheng, little sister Lianlian is very smart. I taught her the multiplication table before, and she learned it as soon as she learned it. If you don't believe me, if you ask her to memorize the multiplication table, she will definitely be able to recite it."
Upon hearing this, Ye Shengsheng and Murong Nan looked at Xiao Lianlian at the same time.
The little guy's big eyes were shining, and the black and shiny eyes were like stars in the sky, exuding infinite light.
Before they could speak, she proudly opened her mouth and started reciting the multiplication tables.
Ye Shengsheng has always known that his daughter is very smart.
A three-year-old knows many skills.
For example, cooking.
There are also paintings and stacked blocks.
But she really didn't know that her daughter had memorized the multiplication table when she was just three years old.
As soon as the little guy finished memorizing it, Tang Xiaobei immediately said:
"Little sister Lianlian, recite three hundred Tang poems to them."
Xiao Lianlian opened her mouth without hesitation.
Moreover, the enunciation was clear and there was no lag during the process.
She had never even heard the sound of some poems. She was shocked and dumbfounded as she looked at her daughter who was reciting the poems in a catchy way.
Murong Nan couldn't help but praise:
"No wonder the miracle doctor wants this kid to be his disciple. This little guy really has a lot of tricks up his sleeve."
How could a little three-year-old memorize so many poems?
Ye Shengsheng looked at Tang Xiaobei, "Did you teach her this?"
She usually teaches her daughter the simplest things.
But she was not asked to memorize any poetry collection.
Tang Xiaobei shook his head, "No, I haven't memorized some of the poems yet. She memorized them on a learning machine with me."
"Is it so powerful?"
Ye Shengsheng hugged her daughter on his lap and couldn't help but kiss her.
"Lianlian, why are you so awesome? Do you know that when your mother was your age, she could only play in the mud."
Xiao Lianlian laughed, "I think it's very simple. I just remembered it after hearing it."
"You call it photographic memory. Only people with extraordinary talents can do it, not ordinary people."
Just like her, getting into college would cost her half her life.
Who knew that I would be so smart after giving birth to a daughter.
Ye Shengsheng really loved this girl so much that he hugged her, rubbed her against her, and couldn't help but kiss her little face.
After the kiss, she realized that it was noon, and quickly got up and looked at Murong Nan.
"Well...if you are here, help me take care of them. I will go to Ye Che's company."
Murong Nan responded, "Go."
He loves taking care of children the most.
Ye Shengsheng hurriedly prepared lunch and medicine, and drove to Ye Che's company.
It was half past twelve when we arrived.
Before she entered the company gate, she saw a group of people in front of her who seemed to be making trouble.
Because he didn't understand what was going on, Ye Shengsheng quietly mingled with the crowd to watch.
The person who caused the trouble was Ye Che's third aunt, Ye Anya.
Like a madman, she was grabbed and dragged out of the company gate by the security guards, but she still refused to give up and shouted:
"Ye Che, you heartless person, how could you do this to us?"
"You put your third uncle in jail, what will happen to us, mother and son?"
"Ye Che, come out here. If you don't let them release your third uncle, your aunt will die in front of your company."
"Ye Che, Ye Che..."
The security guards didn't want Anya Ye to keep making trouble at the entrance of the company, so they dragged her forward.
Ye Shengsheng crossed the crowd and entered the company gate.
She didn't let Third Aunt see her and hurried to find Ye Che.
The front desk of the company and many people seemed to know Ye Shengsheng.
Every time she came, she got on the elevator without any obstruction. When the secretary saw her, he would respectfully lead her directly to the president's office.
The same is true today.
As soon as Ye Shengsheng got out of the elevator, the secretary came to greet her and guided her to the office while reporting the report:
"Hello, Miss Ye, please come this way. The president happens to be in the office at this hour."
"Well, thank you."
The secretary opened the door to the office, and Ye Shengsheng walked in carrying some food.
The man who was working looked up.
Seeing that his wife was coming, although he did not stand up to greet her, he still turned his chair to face her and opened his arms towards her.
Ye Shengsheng walked over and put down the things in his hands, stood in front of him and raised his hands to hug him.
"I saw Third Aunt downstairs. How many years will Su Yao be sentenced? What if Third Aunt and the two children hate you?"