772. My son is the villain, 28
Machine Translation
This kind of indulgence led to getting up late.
Tang Jiyao thought that the girl was thin-skinned, so he waited for her in the bedroom and let Xia Ling follow him out.
But when they went downstairs, they found that the villa was empty.
Tang's father and mother took Tang Ting out to participate in the art exhibition and show off their grandson.
*
For Lunch, Tang Jiyao and Xia Ling ate at home.
Tang Jiyao went to work in the afternoon.
Xia Ling digested her food and exercised in the villa's gym for 40 minutes before taking a shower and changing her clothes.
It wasn't until five or six in the afternoon that Tang Ting came back from the outside with his parents.
He wore orange short sleeves and fashionable jeans and breeches.
Tang Ting wore a baseball cap on his head and a pair of small sunglasses on his face, revealing a cute and exquisite minibus. He looked like a fashionable small model.
He was held in the middle by his father and mother Tang as he skipped along.
Xia Ling had bought a book online. It was a professional book on architecture. She flipped through it in the living room.
When Little Tang Ting entered, he saw her.
"MOMMY! " He called out crisply. He let go of Father Tang and mother Tang's hands and ran towards Xia Ling.
When he ran in front of her, Xia Ling picked him up.
She looked at the little boy.
After not seeing him for a day, the little boy looked much more cheerful.
The original Tang Ting grew up with the waves of consciousness. His personality was mostly obedient.
The boy was not afraid of being thick-skinned, and he was not afraid of being reckless at all.
They were just afraid that if they were raised too carefully, they would end up keeping everything in their hearts. It was easy for them to rebel, and it was also easy for them to have a twisted personality.
Xia Ling rubbed his head. "Little Ting, are you obedient when you follow your grandparents? "
Tang Ting: "I'm happy! My grandparents took me fishing, and we even went to see paintings, and even went to the amusement park! "
The happiness of a child was the purest.
He liked whoever treated him well.
Hearing Tang Ting's words, Xia Ling looked at Father Tang and mother Tang.
Father Tang and mother Tang both had high and mighty tempers. One of them was serious, while the other looked like a noble lady who did not get close to others. Hence, the Tang Jiyao that they raised had a serious and cold personality.
These two people actually brought Tang Ting to a lively amusement park that did not fit their status... ...
They really liked Tang Ting very much.
"Thank you, father, thank you, mother. I've troubled you all! "
*
Looking at Xia Ling, mother Tang's expression was indifferent.
"Yes, Xiao Ting is our grandson. It's only right that we dote on him more. "
Her tone still carried a hint of dissatisfaction towards Xia Ling.
However, Xia Ling did not care about these slight dissatisfactions.
She was not RMB, how could she be liked by everyone?
As long as Tang Jiyao treated her well and Tang Ting grew up healthily and happily, the others... ... Xia Ling did not care at all ...
With a smile, Xia Ling said, "it's still tiring to take care of the child. Dad and mom should go rest. I'll go and help Xiao ting take a bath. "
Even though the mother and son only entered the Tang family because of their wealth, Xia Ling's attitude was still graceful in front of the Tang father and mother. She did not feel inferior at all
*
Xia Ling took Tang Ting away and helped him take a bath.
The mother and son played in the bathroom for a while, and Xia Ling's body was also covered in water.
After giving Tang Ting a bath, Xia Ling helped him put on his clothes and let the servants lead him to play.
On the other side, Xia Ling also changed her clothes and took another shower in the bathroom.
*
When she came out of the bathroom.
Tang Jiyao had also returned. He was taking off his suit and looked like he had just returned from the company.
When he saw her, Tang Jiyao naturally asked, "mom didn't make things difficult for you today, right? ''