Sweet Wife and Adorable Baby: Jin Shaochong

Su Guoguo snorted, suppressed the anger in his heart, and asked calculatedly: "Did Dad say when to see Jian Tangtang?"

Jiang Yan frowned, fearing that Su Guoguo was doing extreme things, and the loss outweighed the gain, "You are getting married next week, don't make troubles, even if Jian Tangtang comes back, it won't affect your marriage with the Jin family."

"I know, I won't trouble Jian Tangtang." Su Guoguo said with a cold face impatiently.

"Then what do you want to do?" Jiang Yan narrowed her eyes, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar daughter in front of her, she realized that she was becoming increasingly difficult to see her clearly.

"I don't do anything, I just teach her to recognize herself!" Su Guoguo sneered, and slowly tightened his palms.

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That night, Jian Tangtang received a call from Su Zheng's assistant. The next day, she made an appointment to meet at the western restaurant. She instinctively refused, but in the end she waited for a call from Su Zheng.

The night is thick and the stars are twinkling.

In the silent night, it was Su Zheng who apologized with guilt and self-blame. He said, "Tangtang, you are not wrong. We are sorry for you..."

Jian Tangtang's tears fell immediately, her eyes were red, her voice was choked and she bit her lips, without saying a word.

After all these years, what she did for her was never an apology from them.

Jian Tangtang covered her mouth, forced back the weakness in her eyes, and raised her chin stubbornly, "We are not relatives, but we are taken care of by Uncle Su, where is the apology?"

Every word punishes the heart, every sentence ridicules.

Su Zheng's face was pale, and his heart was full of helplessness and guilt, "Tangtang, I will wait for you at the teahouse downstairs of your studio at noon tomorrow. If you don't come, I will wait until you come."

Jian Tangtang didn't speak, and hung up the phone directly.

She didn't know what she and Su Zheng could talk about, and she didn't want to see him. Ever since she knew that Su Zheng was her biological father, she could no longer face him.

She was afraid that she would hate him, that she would lose her heart and become only resentful.

The long night was long, but she tossed and turned insomnia.

Jian Tangtang couldn't remember when she fell asleep, but when she woke up naturally, it was already eleven o'clock.

She sat up from the bed, rubbed her swollen eyes, and picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table.

Turn on the screen, and there is a text message from Su Zheng on the phone.

The time showed that half an hour ago, Su Zheng had already arrived at the teahouse near the studio.

Jian Tangtang casually threw her mobile phone on the bed, got up and walked into the bathroom, brushed her teeth and washed her face, humming current pop music from time to time, with a calm and leisurely expression on her face, unmoved at all.

After washing up, she changed her clothes and put on her apron and went into the kitchen.

The bone broth boiled last night was whitish and fragrant, and the meat on the bone was so soft and rotten.

Jian Tangtang quickly cooked a bowl of noodles. After the noodles were cooked, she took them out, poured bone broth and green onion on top, and brought them to the living room to eat.

I don't know if God did it right on purpose, or because she was just unlucky, no matter which TV station she switched to, she would end up seeing reports about Jin Nuochen and Su Guoguo's upcoming marriage.

She turned off the TV in annoyance, and collapsed on the sofa after eating the noodles, curled up like a cramped shrimp.

It was past twelve o'clock at this time, and Su Zheng sent a text message, which was neither urging nor annoyed.

"I'm still in the teahouse, and I'll be waiting for you all the time."

A few words show the determination of Su Zheng.