In the chairman's office, Tang Jian received several photos. In the photos, his daughter was lying on the bed dying. Half of her cheeks were swollen and blue, and there were blood stains on the corners of her mouth. Her neck, clothes, and hands were all covered in blood.
, looks like a broken porcelain doll.
Bang!
Tang Jian punched the expensive tabletop hard, his calm eyes were stained red little by little by the blood on Jiao Jiao's body, and his reason was on the verge of collapse.
This scene is so familiar. Every time he was abused by his mother when he was a child, he was thrown into the room like a broken doll. His mother would not care about his life and death, and the servants would not care about him. He would lick him alone every time.
Licking wounds.
Why do you do that to him?
He is just a child, what did he do wrong?
His daughter is just a child, why should he hurt her?
"ah……"
A roar burst out from his suppressed chest, and with this roar, the entire table was overturned by him, making an earth-shattering sound.
Tang Tai ran in as if frightened. One look at the look in his eldest son's eyes and he knew it was over. The third young master came out again.
He hurriedly closed the door, not letting anyone in, walked cautiously towards Tang Ye, and carefully shouted: "Three, three young masters."
Tang Ye slowly raised his head, with a trace of confusion in his scarlet eyes, which seemed to be due to fragments of memory that made him look a little dazed.
When his memory was still in the Middle East, he went to rescue a group of trafficked children and was shot while retreating. On the way to escape, he saw Tang Yu.
Yes, Tang Yu.
He saw Tang Yu, and Tang Yu was still alive.
"Xiao Ge'er!" After Tang Ye was stunned for a while, his first reaction was to look for Muge: "Where is Xiao Ge'er? Where is she?"
Tang Tai hurriedly said: "Doctor Mu is at home. Third Young Master, don't get excited. Doctor Mu is safe at home."
Only then did Tang Ye notice where he was. This was Tang Jian's office. How long had he been asleep? Have they returned to New York? Did Tang Jian also know that Tang Yu was not dead?
"What day is today?" Tang Ye wanted to look at the calendar on the table, but the table had been overturned by him. He couldn't find the calendar, but saw a few scattered photos on the ground.
Tang Tai told him today's date.
Tang Ye was stunned, not because he had been asleep for more than two months, but because he saw clearly that the little person in the photo was a girl who looked very similar to him. He even said that the child was not his.
Do not believe.
But he has never touched any woman, so where did he get the child?
"Who is this?" Tang Ye picked up the scattered photos and asked Tang Tai with a cold look.
Tang Tai swallowed nervously, not daring to tell him that this was the daughter of the eldest young master and Dr. Mu.
"Is she Tang Jian's daughter?" Tang Ye's eyes became even colder.
Tang Tai neither nodded nor shook his head, he simply pretended to be dumb.
"He doesn't even have a woman. Who gave him a daughter? How old is she? Five years old? Or six years old? Five or six years ago, he only had Xiao Ge'er by his side..." At this point, Tang Ye himself was shocked.
With a jump, the conversation stopped abruptly.
Tang Tai complained secretly, Doctor Mu was right, every time the third young master was about to wake up, she tried her best to stop him, just because she was afraid that after the third young master woke up, he would know the existence of the young lady.
"Car keys." Tang Ye walked up to Tang Tai angrily.
Tang Tai was trembling and didn't dare to give it.
Tang Ye raised his foot and kicked him over: "I'm asking you for your fucking car keys. You don't understand, do you?"
The tall Tang Tai was kicked down, unable to fight back, and the car keys fell out of his pocket. They were spare keys and were generally not needed. Tang Jian had bodyguards and drivers in his car.
Tang Ye bent down to pick up the car keys and walked out angrily.
Tang Tai covered his throbbing lower abdomen, took out his cell phone and called Mu Ge, telling her about Tang Ye's awakening and asking her to prepare herself. The third young master went home.
"I understand." Mu Ge was unusually calm, as if she had been prepared for this day. She is a psychiatrist, and she knows better than anyone else. Under Tang Yu's repeated stimulation, Tang Jian supported
It won't be long before the second personality is provoked. It's just a matter of time.
She and Tang Jian had already made a response plan. It could be said that the day Tang Ye woke up was the day they officially started war with Tang Yu.
Mu Ge put down her cell phone, went to the kitchen calmly, kicked out the servants, and buried herself in the kitchen making small fish for Tang Ye. Tang Ye loved to eat the small fish she made. It was her amulet, and she would not care about it every time.
No matter how angry Tang Ye was, it would be gone as long as he finished a bowl of homemade fish noodles.
She still has experience in dealing with Tang Ye. Although Tang Ye is uncertain, he is much easier to coax than Tang Jian. The main character is too deep-minded. After staying with him for so many years, she is stunned.
I didn't see that he liked me.
When there was the roar of cars outside, Muge's small fish was also out of the pot. She found a particularly delicate bowl and filled it with a bowl of small fish, tomato soup, and white flour.
Small noodle fish, red and white, sprinkled with a little coriander, the color and flavor are complete.
When Tang Ye ran in angrily, he first smelled the familiar fragrance of small fish. Just like cold water was suddenly poured on a burning flame, the intensity of the fire dropped a lot in an instant.
"Xiao Ye." Mu Ge put down the bowl and turned back to smile gently at him.
Tang Ye's anger subsided unsatisfactorily, but the fingers holding the photo were still tightening, reminding him not to fall into Mu Ge's tenderness trick, as he was here to settle accounts with her.
With his anger level raised to the highest level again, Tang Ye strode into the restaurant, threw several photos in his hand on the table, and asked fiercely: "Is this the daughter you gave birth to him?"
Mu Ge had already heard from Tang Tai about the reason why Tang Jian lost control. She knew that Tang Jian had received several photos of Jiao Jiao. Jiao Jiao was not in a good condition in the photos, but when she saw Jiao Jiao's face and the blood on his body, she
Still unable to control his emotions, tears flowed out, and his breathing became tight in distress.
Tang Ye had never seen Mu Ge cry before. In his impression, his little Ge'er was strong and brave. Even when he forced her to accompany him on roller coasters and jumping machines, she was scared to death and never cried.
It was precisely because he had never seen her tears that he understood how important the child in the photo was to her, which made him angry, jealous and distressed. In the end, the anger and jealousy were put aside, and only distress remained.
"You, please, stop crying." Tang Ye took out the napkin at a loss and awkwardly wiped her tears while whispering: "You gave birth to him secretly and I haven't cried yet. What grievances do you have?"
, I didn’t even scold you.”
Mu Ge pushed him away, pushed him staggering, and roared in a low voice: "Tang Ye, you bastard, get out of here. You were the one who went crazy and went to the bar to drink, and you were drugged, and then you went crazy again."
You want mine. Now you’re asking me how I know whether the child is yours or his, and why don’t you ask yourself what you did first.”
This was the excuse that Mu Ge had prepared a long time ago. Anyway, Tang Ye was unconscious at that time and could not remember anything about what happened before or what happened next. So she just played a side ball to confuse the audience. Tang Ye was confused and couldn't remember anything.