Chapter 889

"The time has not come!" With a tiger's face, Tang Ye snorted heavily to express his anger, and then angrily went upstairs.

Lu silently made tea and brought it out. Seeing the figure of Lord Tang disappearing at the corner of the stairs, he came up in doubt: "what's the matter with dad? Didn't he say he wanted to drink tea? Why did he go upstairs?"

The Tang Dynasty rubbed his chin and pondered what the old man meant by the four words. After pondering for a long time, he finally realized that he was afraid of another temporary repentance?

At that time, if the marriage is not formed and the family handed down jade bracelets are sent out, wouldn't it be a shame?

The ruffian in the Tang Dynasty smiled, grabbed the tea in her tray, took a sip, and praised loudly, "good workmanship!"

"Hey, I made it for Dad. How can you take it?!" Lu silently jumped with anger and was about to get it back.

The Tang Dynasty dodged, drank it up in twos and threes, then smiled and pulled her into his arms, held her soft body, and said thoughtfully, "it seems that it's time to prepare for the wedding..."

Lu silently: "

Your thinking is too jumping, isn't it?

She can't keep up with the rhythm at all, okay?

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After learning to speak, Young Marshal has recently started to learn to walk.

But he was stubborn and refused to sit in the walker. He just wanted someone to hold him and learn to walk. Rong Shao stared at him with his dark eyes several times regardless of the little guy's pouting mouth After I screamed and stuffed him into the walker, the young commander ignored him for three days!

I couldn't laugh or cry, but after that, the walker was completely thrown into the cold palace - the utility room.

Baina international, a luxurious president's office.

What's amazing is that this is still a rigorous office space?

A small half of the president's room is divided into a baby playground, including the toy Mini slide. The ground is covered with two layers of white Persian carpet, tea table and desk bookcase, but all places with sharp corners are wrapped with thick cotton cloth.

A nursery teacher bent over, put his hands under the Young Marshal's armpits, held him and slowly learned to walk. The Young Marshal sat down after taking a few steps, rested for a while and continued to walk. From time to time, the nursery teacher's words of encouragement and praise came from the room, as well as the Young Marshal's tender and crisp laughter.

If there is no rongshao who is rigorous in dealing with business behind the desk, it will definitely make people mistakenly think that he has come to the mixed style nursery!

The Young Marshal walked and rested, and always walked in his direction. However, Rong Shao always buried himself in dealing with the mountain of business, and didn't give him a look at him at all. The Young Marshal felt that he had been ignored and had no sense of existence.

"... pull... Pull..."

Hearing his son's call for protest, Rong Shaotou didn't lift his head. He signed the document with one hand and said, "well, I hear you."

"Pull... Look at me!" The Young Marshal sat down on the ground, grabbed a small ball that could play and threw it aside to express his strong dissatisfaction.

Rong Shao stopped signing, took a perfunctory look, then lowered his head, "I've seen it."

The ruddy little mouth flattened. I didn't want to pull it out. I wanted numbness. I didn't care whether it was noisy or not. When I opened my mouth, I shouted, "numbness, I want numbness! Numbness!"

“Stop！”

Rongshao was defeated by him. He put down his pen and walked over the desk to him. The nursery teacher walked away with interest.