Ode to Joy: Whoring with the Old Tan

"Yes, I'm pregnant."

Hearing Mr. Tang say this, Mr. Tang immediately became angry.Although in the eyes of others, Mr. Tang's life is so colorful and bizarre, even though Mr. Tang also knows that his sister's behavior in recent years has nothing to do with the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation such as keeping one's own way and being beautiful, wise, virtuous and virtuous.

But at the critical moment, Mr. Tang could only think of the red, wrinkled and soft meat dumpling that was gently put into the arms of his young self by his exhausted mother. That was what Mr. Tang saw. Mr. Tang's initial appearance left the deepest impression.

"You hand over the matter at hand, no, there is no need to hand it over, it doesn't matter, let the people under your hand take care of it, and let them send you an email if it's important, I will ask my assistant to book tickets, and we will go back to Chengdu together in the afternoon..."

Mr. Tang threw away half of the fried dough stick left in his hand, and took a sip of soy milk contentedly: "Why are you in such a hurry to go back?"

"Then when do you want to wait? Do you want to wait until your belly is so big that you can't hide it, and grandpa comes to Shanghai to invite you back with a stick?"

Mr. Tang raised his head buried in the porcelain bowl of soy milk, without the slightest sense that he should be a man with his tail between his legs after being exposed to a lie. Instead, he slapped him upside down: "Brother, why can't you think of my order?"

It was the upbringing of the aristocratic family that made Mr. Tang suppress his temper and maintain a gentle demeanor. He would like to hear more about it: "What should I come up with?"

"Okay...For example, I will get married, get a certificate, and give birth to a child in a legitimate way."

"You want to get married, with Tan Zongming?" A comma divided a sentence into two halves, and Mr. Tang couldn't tell which half surprised him more.

Mr. Tang smiled, because he had a premonition of what kind of chemical effect the next sentence would produce, so Mr. Tang smiled cheerfully and brightly: "I have also reached the age of marriage, but what about Guan Tan Zongming?" The matter, the child belongs to Han Tao."