The Villain's Mother [MTL]

Untitled Part 72

Song Ting deep sat in the study room, turned on the computer, and the screen was full of various analysis data, but he couldn't see it. After several phone vibrations, he quickly picked it up and the result was news from people who didn't care. Summer still did not reply to him.

Even if he is slow again, he can feel that Xia Xia is angry.

But why is she angry? Or what did he do wrong and what was wrong?

Song Ting opened the document and used his extraordinary memory. He recalled the conversation between her and her yesterday. The white-haired slender fingers tapped on the keyboard. He knocked down the conversation he could think of in writing. Finally, This page of the document is also printed out, ready to be analyzed by the minds of businessmen.

He has never done anything so stupid and meaningless.

However, even if he has defined this matter in his heart, he still plays the spirit of 120,000 points for analysis.

In the end, he determined that Xia was probably angry because "I am not your family?", because they said that they were laughing before saying this, and her attitude changed after saying this. .

Although the speed at which a woman turned her face faster than turning a book, Song Ting gained a lot of insight, but he believed that Xia Xia was not a stingy person. It must have been said that he was not right. She was like this.

But, then, what is wrong with him?

Song Tingshen never thought about it, one day he would be so overturned and restless because of the actions of Xia Xia.

No, isn't this the psychological process that a young man in his early twenties has? He is already 35 years old this year. He should understand that fantasy is meaningless. He wants to be more here. Once the general direction is wrong, it is a waste of time wasting brain cells. It is better to take the initiative and ask her directly. However, on WeChat, he also did not get a response, then...

Thinking about this, Song Tingsuan turned off the computer and immediately got up and went to his room next door. Wang Zi was lying on the bed and holding a picture book.

"Dad, are you busy?" Wang Zi was slightly depressed today. "I miss my mother, when will my mother come back?"

When my mother was there, she didn't feel anything, her mother was gone, and he couldn't even read the book.

Song Ting Shen sat on the edge of the bed and touched his fat face and asked, "I miss my mother?"

"Well." Wang Zi nodded hard. "I want to sleep with my mother. My mother will tell me stories."

Song Ting sighed him. "Before you slept with Dad, Dad often told you stories."

It must be admitted that in the parent-child relationship, Dad may not really be as important as the mother in the eyes of the child.

The child sticks to the mother... It seems to be an innate mourning.

Wang Zi shook his head. "That's not the same."

Song Tingshen is too lazy to break the casserole and ask for it. After all, jealousy is not his purpose today. "Dad seems to make his mother angry, but Dad doesn't know what he is doing wrong."

Wang Zi put down the picture in his hand. "No wonder Mom didn't call today. Dad, you are wrong."

"But my mother is not taking care of her father now." Song Ting thought deeply. "So, Dad will follow the example of his mother and take you to the island to find a mother. What do you think?"

"Really?" Wang Zi immediately got up and climbed to the deep side of Song Ting, holding his arm. The tone was not too exciting. "Dad, is it true?! We are going to find a mother!"