889. Chapter 889 Love Thoroughly, Hurt Thoroughly【1】

"The time has not come yet!" Mr. Tang made a fierce expression, and after expressing his anger with a loud snort, he went upstairs angrily.

Lu Momo made tea and brought it out. When he saw Mr. Tang disappearing around the corner of the stairs, he came over in confusion: "What's wrong, dad? Didn't you say you wanted to drink tea? Why did you go upstairs?"

Tang Chao rubbed his chin, wondering about the meaning of these four words the old man said. After pondering for a long time, he finally realized that the old man was afraid that he would regret the marriage temporarily again?

When the marriage is not consummated, wouldn't it be embarrassing to give away the family heirloom jade bracelet?

The Tang Dynasty ruffian smiled, snatched the tea from her tray, took a sip, and praised loudly: "Good craftsmanship!"

"Hey, that's what I brewed for dad to drink. How could you snatch it away?!" Lu Momo was so angry that he started to grab it back.

Tang Chao dodged, drank it all in a few gulps, and then pulled her into his arms with a grin, hugging her soft body, and said thoughtfully: "It seems it's time to prepare for the wedding. …”

Lu Momo: "..."

Isn't your uncle's thinking too jumpy?

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

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After learning babbling, the young marshal recently started to learn to walk.

But he had a stubborn temper and refused to get into the walker. He just wanted someone to hold him while he walked. Young Master Rong had ignored the little guy's pouted mouth and glared at him with his dark eyes in protest several times. After telling him to put him in the walker, the young marshal ignored him for three whole days!

Luo Anning was dumbfounded by the sight, but after that, the walker was completely relegated to the sidelines - the utility room.

Baina International, the grand and luxurious CEO room.

What’s shocking is that this is not a serious office space.

A small area in the president's office was set aside to serve as a baby playground, with a toy mini slide inside. The floor was covered with a full two-layer thick white Persian carpet, the coffee table and desk bookcases, and anywhere there were sharp edges. All were wrapped in thick cotton cloth.

A nanny bent over and put his hands under the young marshal's armpits, holding him in his arms as he slowly learned to walk. The young marshal walked a few steps and then sat down. He rested for a while and continued walking. From time to time, the nanny came from inside the room. The words of encouragement and praise were accompanied by the young commander's childish and clear laughter.

If it weren't for Mr. Rong behind the desk who was strictly handling business, this scene would definitely make people think they were in a mixed-style nursery!

The young marshal walked and rested, always walking in the direction he was heading, but Rong Shao kept burying his head in dealing with the mountain of official matters and didn't give him a look at all. The young marshal felt that he was ignored and did not exist. Feeling.

"...Pull it...Pull it..."

Hearing his son's cry of protest, Young Master Rong didn't even raise his head. He signed the document with one hand and said, "Yes, I heard it."

"Bah... look at me!" The young marshal sat down on the ground, grabbed a small bouncing ball and threw it to the side to express his strong dissatisfaction.

Young Master Rong stopped signing, glanced at it perfunctorily, and then lowered his head, "I've seen it."

The red little mouth flattened, not wanting to pull out, but wanting to be numb. The little mouth opened and it didn't care whether it was making a noise or not. When it opened, it shouted: "Mommy, I want Mommy! Mommy!"

"Stop!"

Mr. Rong was defeated by him, put down his pen, walked over the desk and walked to him. The nanny walked away a little wisely.