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761. My son is the villain, 17

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Tang Jiyao stuffed him back into the car.

Looking at the man driving the car, Xia Ling really felt that he was simple and crude.

If they directly registered their marriage with her, their child would go from illegitimate child to legitimate child, right?

But..

The matter of getting the marriage certificate was premeditated by Tang Jiyao.

When he brought Xia Ling into the Civil Affairs Bureau, Tang Jiyao held her wrist and looked at her frowning.

He pressed her against the wall in the corner and told her.

"We will get the marriage certificate. After that, the media will announce the marriage and Tang Ting will be my legitimate son. "

"As for Gu Xijiu, if you don't agree with this method, I can only go through the legal channels. You broke the contract four years ago and took one million from me. The penalty is ten times that of ten million. I can sue you in country M... "

"marry me or return me ten million. You can choose. "

Of course, Xia Ling chose to get the marriage certificate with him.

If she did not attack the person she wanted, would she be letting down this good card?

*

As a poor girl who was forced to get married.

Xia Ling enjoyed the treatment of a little white flower.

She took out her marriage certificate.

She was "forced" to follow Tang Jiyao to a high-class club. She had her hairstyle done and selected a few sets of clothes.

She was "forced" to pick a few types of jewelry and even bought a diamond necklace... ...

She was "forced" to have a western-style meal and had a date with Tang Jiyao.

When it was time for dinner, Xia Ling was worried about Tang Ting. With Tang Jiyao's permission, she video-chatted with Tang Ting.

*

When Tang Ting woke up, he heard the servants say that his father had taken his mother out and begged for his mother's forgiveness.

As a kindergarten student, he envied his parents every day.

Tang Ting was very satisfied with Tang Jiyao's attitude.

If his mother forgave his father, he would be able to be a happy child with both parents in the future.

Tang Ting blinked and understood uncle Wang's hint.

"Mom, have fun with Dad. GRANDPA Wang prepared dinner for me. I'm going to have dinner too. See you tonight. "

From Tang Ting's exceptionally happy smile, Xia Ling knew that Tang Ting seemed to have understood something.

Her face was slightly warm. Xia Ling put down her phone and gently reprimanded him.

"This child! He is such a mischievous child. "

Looking at the woman's blushing face... ...

Tang Jiyao curled his thin lips, "very good, my son is really imitating me. "

In this restaurant, the dim yellow lights were very beautiful. The comfortable and hidden atmosphere was also very beautiful. However, the most beautiful one was the woman sitting across from him.

*

Her long black hair was ironed into a big curl and was casually scattered behind her back, giving her a charming look.

She was wearing a light beige knitted skirt suit.

Gu Xijiu was beautiful and had a good figure.

In the CLUBHOUSE, regardless of whether she wore it or not, it was very beautiful. However, she chose this one in the end, which was the best way to accentuate her gentle temperament.

She and Tang Jiyao were sitting in the restaurant.

They deliberately chose a spot near the window.

From the outside, even if they were secretly taking photos, Tang Jiyao and Gu Xijiu were both handsome and beautiful.

The way they occasionally whispered to each other was more like the language of lovers.

They were secretly filming.

The PAPARAZZI looked at the couple in the camera.

They were both very photogenic and beautiful no matter how they were filmed.

Yes, in Tang Jiyao's eyes... ... There was a lot of drama ! If they were filmed, they could be used to produce a magazine ? ?

*

But in reality, it was not as beautiful as the Paparazzi imagined.

Xia Ling: "President Tang... you're getting older and your skin is getting thicker? You just got married and you already know that Tang Ting is your child. Maybe he isn't? "

6PM!

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