Ode to Joy: Whoring with the Old Tan

"Tang Jing, what's going on?"

Early the next morning, Mr. Tang was eating deep-fried dough sticks for breakfast.Hearing Mr. Tang's question, he poked his head and glanced at the newspaper handed over.

The one who occupied the front page was Mr. Tang, who had already died down in the entertainment industry recently, and unexpectedly defeated many traffic florets in one fell swoop, and took up the heavy responsibility of the headlines—is Mr. Tang really pregnant?Informed sources reliably broke the news that Mr. Tang is about to marry his son!

At this moment, Xiao Tang's heart did not fluctuate, and he even wanted to laugh.

Mr. Tang didn't welcome the uninvited guests in his stomach, and he was focused on cutting the mess quickly.On this point, Tan Zongming and Mr. Tang hold the opposite opinion. If you can't even see this point, it will be a waste of Mr. Tang's usual listening to the strings to understand the elegance.

So a new round of tug-of-war begins, and it goes like this.

First of all, Tan Baba used a tactic to slow down Mr. Tang, and invited Mr. Tang from all the way from Shu. As long as Mr. Tang is there, Mr. Tang can't go to the painless for a few minutes.

This was certainly a way to draw fire from the bottom of the pot, but Tan Baba turned up his trump card, and Xiao Tang's always-available bargaining chip was put on the table.

Tan Baba cared about the piece of meat in Mr. Tang's stomach, which was Mr. Tang's bargaining chip.Tan Baba brought the weak point that he couldn't find when he was looking for it normally, and brought it to Mr. Tang himself, not afraid that Mr. Tang would handle it, but also a little bit afraid that Mr. Tang would not handle it.

And Mr. Tang really didn't dare to handle this weakness.

Holding the gold medal for avoiding death, let Tan Baba throw the mouse everywhere, this situation is indeed tempting, and the sudden Xiao Tang is also a little shaken.But the time limit for this death-free gold medal is really not long, at most three to five months, Mr. Tang's stomach can't be covered anymore, and the prototype will appear.A double-edged sword, holding the handle of the knife may still hurt others and yourself, not to mention Tan Baba's cunning and cunning, Xiao Tang always worried that she would grab the edge of the knife as soon as she reached out, the sharper the blade, the tighter the grip, The more bloody the cut was.

The reason why bait can be used as bait lies in its attractive fragrance.Xiao Tang always needs time to balance the anxiety of biting the bait and the loss of rejecting the bait.So he feinted and lied to Mr. Tang that the pregnancy was just a strategic and tactical joke. Could it be that Mr. Tang's plan was to delay the attack?

But Tan Zongming didn't give Mr. Tang a moment to breathe. Based on his understanding of Mr. Tang, he knew that once Mr. Tang was coaxed away by Mr. Tang, who had a lot of tongues, the magic capital would be as high as the sky and the sea would be vast for Mr. Tang.So then, Tan Zongming came up with another trick, the black and white front page headlines still exuded the fragrance of ink, easily pushing Mr. Tang to the forefront.

The power of thunder, the method of thunderbolt, and the tricks one after another, without giving the opponent the slightest chance to breathe, fully fit Tan Dacroman's personality of building a business empire in the magic city.It's just that it's so urgent, instead of sending the handle to Mr. Tang, he put the handle into Mr. Tang's hand with his own hands.

Mr. Tang can of course continue to delay the attack, insisting that the pregnancy is just a lie.But blindly avoiding the sugar-coated bullets that came to his door is really not in line with Mr. Tang's aggressive personal style.

So she really smiled, strolled in the courtyard, and said with ease: "Yes, I'm pregnant."