Billionaire Husband Spoils His Wife Too Much

A few hours later, the plane slowly stopped at the airport.

The car that Qi Bin had prepared in advance was waiting outside the airport. The two got into the car and went to the villa where Shen Zhiyan and Su Ci lived.

He was worried about leaving Tang Che at home, so he took it with him.

The little Tang Che was lying on the car window, watching the night scene outside curiously, focused and serious.

While Shen Zhilin was processing the documents, he turned his head to look at it from time to time, his eyes suddenly became gentle.

However, at this moment, the car suddenly slammed on the brakes. Shen Zhilin and Tang Che were unprepared, and their bodies suddenly leaned forward.

Tang Che closed his eyes tightly in fear, thinking that he would fall off the seat, at this moment, a warm and strong arm hugged him into his arms.

He quietly opened his eyes, just in time to meet his old father's worried eyes.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Tang Che shook his head slowly, and said in a soft voice, "No."

Shen Zhilin breathed a sigh of relief, now this brat is the patriarch of the family, if anything happens, grandpa will definitely have to tear him apart.

He looked at Qi Bin and said indifferently, "How do you drive?"

"Master, there is a car rushing in front of me suddenly, I didn't pay attention." Qi Bin felt that he was wronged too much, he was clearly driving the car, but suddenly a car rushed out.

"Go down and have a look!" Shen Zhilin was so angry that the veins on his forehead twitched.

Qi Bin laughed twice and got out of the car quickly.

The owner of another car just got out of the car, a young and beautiful woman in fashionable clothes.

"How did you drive? My car was wrecked!"

Qi Bin looked at the two cars that hadn't collided at all, and were clearly separated by a fist distance: "..."

I was speechless.

You have to be more professional when touching porcelain, right?

Is there anything more fake than this?

"Since you think we hit your car, then call the police and let the police solve it." Qi Bin used to deal with this kind of problem when he followed Shen Zhiyan.

Although his grandfather used to be sick and weak, he couldn't help being handsome and rich, and many women wanted to join him.

The way he came up with was even more strange and strange.

In the past few years since he had his wife, very few women have taken the initiative to approach his grandfather, but suddenly another one appeared, and he was not used to it.

Although it might really be just an accident, it didn't prevent him from handling it skillfully.

Tang Ying, who had prepared a lot of rhetoric before she had time to say it, said, "..."

Why is it different from what she thought?

A few hours ago, she received the news that Shen Zhilin's schedule was advanced, and she immediately squatted on this road.

She wanted to prepare a special encounter for Shen Zhilin, so that he would remember him firmly.

It's just that he never expected that Shen Zhilin didn't get out of the car at all, and even wanted to call the police as soon as he opened his mouth.

She gritted her teeth secretly, rushed to the back seat of the car, knocked on the window, "Get out of the car, you hit my car, do you still want to play dead?"

Shen Zhilin who was sitting in the car frowned slightly, and slowly lowered the window.

He saw Tang Ying's face at a glance, and couldn't help but froze, the expression on his face suddenly sank.

He directly took out a card from his pocket and handed it over: "Is it enough?"

Pengci just wants money, and the most important thing he lacks is money.

Tang Ying: "..."

Tang Ying almost doubted life, she couldn't believe her eyes, Shen Zhilin in her impression was obviously a gentle and gentleman man, the man in front of her was too arrogant!

"I don't want money, it was your car that hit mine, you have to be responsible for me!"

Shen Zhilin's eyes fell on Tang Ying's face, and he couldn't help but sneered: "Miss, you didn't follow the traffic rules and rushed out suddenly. Even if you call the police, we are the right party. Responsible? Heh..."

Tang Ying bit her lip tightly and said nothing.

She knew that she was a little impulsive, but she had waited for this moment for eight years and didn't want to wait any longer.

In fact, in the past eight years, she has searched for countless opportunities to meet Shen Zhilin by chance.

But for some reason, Shen Zhilin seemed to be unable to remember her, and would miss her every time he met.

This time, she actually messed it up too.

At this time, a small furry head suddenly popped out from behind Shen Zhilin, "Dad, why did you blame Auntie for making you responsible? Did she fall in love with you?"

Shen Zhilin warned him with a serious face: "Don't talk nonsense."

Tang Che stuck out his tongue and blinked innocently: "But Grandpa Zeng said that if a woman pesters you endlessly, it means that she has a crush on you and wants to be my stepmother."

Shen Zhilin: "..."

Shen Zhilin helplessly raised his forehead, why did grandpa tell the children everything?

He taught his son badly.

"You won't have a stepmother for the time being, don't worry about it." Shen Zhilin comforted him in a low voice.

He is not interested in women now, especially...he has seen the woman in front of him before.

Shen Zhiyan sent him a photo that day, saying that this woman looked very similar to Tang Che.

Just looking at this face, it is indeed very similar.

But for some reason, there was always a voice in his heart saying: Something is wrong.

What exactly is wrong, he can't say.

Maybe it's because I think it's impossible for me to have sex with such an impure woman?

He took a deep look at Tang Ying, and firmly put the card into her hand, "Do you want to take the money and leave? Or should I call the police?"

Tang Ying was still in shock and did not recover, and a card was stuffed in her hand.

She stared at Tang Che in disbelief, unable to believe her eyes.

Shen Zhilin has a son?

When did this happen?

Why doesn't she know anything about it?

What exactly is going on?