Pregnant With the Villain Uncle’s Child

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Tang Xinyu raised his eyebrows and lightly pointed fingers on a pair of ruby ​​earrings. He said softly: "Please help me wrap this pair of earrings with the pigeon blood red brooch."

"Okay, please wait."

"Is there a greeting card? I write one."

"We have Christmas special edition cards. I'll get some for the lady to choose."

"Trouble!"

Yang Siyu heard the voice, looked at it, and was shocked. When she first entered the door, she didn't notice who the woman was with her back to her. Now she saw the woman turning around to order the packing, and she stiffened.

"Heart ... sister."

In the end, the word "sister" sounded far from being as intimate as at the birthday party of Grandpa Mo, but felt somewhat reluctant.

There was not much enthusiasm on Tang Xinyu's face, and he nodded his head far away to say yes, bowing his head to pick the greeting card.

An unexplained sense of humiliation, like yesterday's recurrence, struck Yang Siyu again. Even though Tang Xinyu's expression was faint, she still felt the same contempt as when Tang Xinyu stepped down at the charity auction.

Yang Siyu, biting her lower lip, turned to look at the man behind him, Mo Wenqing, the younger son of the uncle Mo family, thought about it. In the past few days, Mo Wenqing seems to have a little meaning for himself, otherwise today he will not invite himself to dinner on the grounds of help at work.

Thinking of this, Yang Siyu straightened his waist bar and reached out to block the hand of the salesman who was about to put away the pigeon blood red brooch.

The salesperson has a good professional quality and still has a sweet smile and a respectful tone: "Miss, this brooch has been ordered, or else ..."

Yang Siyu smiled sweetly, and the pear at the corner of her mouth vortexed away: "It's okay, I know the lady, let me tell her."

By this time, Yang Siyu was no longer obsessed with the brooch in his heart, but only wanted to sigh in front of Tang Xinyu. I lost to her at the charity auction last night, and today it is impossible to lose again!

Yang Siyu walked gracefully to the chair next to Tang Xinyu and sat down intimately to see what Tang Xinyu was writing: "Sister Xin Xin, don't you think the brooch is not very good? Or how would you give me this brooch?" I'll pick you another one? "

Tang Xinyu's heart was filled with boredom, covering the greeting card with his hand without moving his face, blocking Yang Siyu's sight.

Tang Xinyu pinched the signature pen and tapped on the glass cabinet surface, the tone was a bit cold: "Before was before, now is now, I like this one now. You pick it!"

The salesman standing aside was embarrassed for Yang Siyu, but Yang Siyu seemed to be unaware, and if he didn't understand it, he closed it. He shook his arm with Tang Xinyu's arm and shook it with a sweet, greasy voice: "Well Okay ~ Sister Xinxin, let me give it to you ~~ Uncle Tang has said that you should take care of me ~ "

Yang Siyu glanced at Mo Wenqing, who was looking at other exhibits behind him, and said softly, "Sister Xin Xin, give me some face in front of President Xiao Mo ~ you picked one, I will pay."

Sisi coldly crawled from the bottom of Tang Xinyu's eyes to his eyebrows, breaking apart the fingers of Yang Siyu holding his arms one by one, feeling indifferently, looking at Yang Siyu like he was looking at an intellectual disability.

"You're going to fish for a son of a golden turtle, what's up to me?"

Yang Siyu's attempt to climb Gaozhi was suddenly pierced by the public, and his face was red and white.

Tang Xinyu looked down at Yang Siyu's chair with a small wheel: "Keep away!"

Yang Siyu simply folded his arms, leaned back on the back of the chair, and pouted: "Sister Xin Xin gave me that brooch and I got up."

Holding a Christmas card, Tang Xinyu slowly stood up, looking down on Yang Siyu, who played the temper of Miss Barbara, with a high pitch: "Don't let me say it again!"

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, the salesperson quickly persuaded: "Miss, we still have several high-quality, beautifully styled brooches. They are very much called your skirt today. Please move to the VIP room to see it."

Everything really seems like a repeat of last night.

Objects close at hand are to be taken away again by Tang Xinyu. The people around are persuading themselves to give up, and don't argue with Tang Xin.

Why? ! !

Full of humiliation and anger quickly accumulated in the chest, and almost swelled to explode.

Yang Siyu tried his best to control himself and touched his phone from his handbag. Jiadidi's voice was full of grievances: "Sister Xin, you are not good to me! I want to tell Uncle Tang!"

Just now, Yang Siyu had overwhelmed Tang Xinyu once with Tang Ruifeng. Now when she sees that she is going to move out of Tang Ruifeng again, Tang Xinyu, who is disgusted with emotion, has a cold eyes and raises the corner of his mouth coldly, staring at Yang Siyu.

"Are you looking for him to decide for you?"

Before waiting for Yang Siyu to answer, Tang Xinyu raised the feet wearing stiletto leather short boots and kicked directly towards the chair under Yang Siyu.

"what--"

Yang Siyu, who hadn't had time to dial the phone, screamed in exclamation. He even took a chair and slid two or three meters with Tang Xinyu's foot lift. Under the magnanimous, he grabbed the edge of the display cabinet indiscriminately and stopped the swivel chair in an embarrassed shape.

The handbag fell out of the knee and the contents of the bag were thrown to the ground.

The salesman was stunned by the sudden change, and his eyes fell to the condoms lying between several pencils, so embarrassed that he didn't know where to look.

Tang Xinyu snorted, and the booties stepped on those condoms, slowly walking to Jiao / Panting / Lianlian, Yang Siyu with messy hair, leaning on the display cabinet beside her, leaning down, looking like a push Shit shell manure ball.

"It seems that I have disturbed your good mood to do good things."

Several other customers in the store were also frightened by the sudden movement, and hurriedly stood up to look here.

Yang Siyu, like sitting on a needle felt, wished to get up immediately and lie down, stuffing the scattered things back into her handbag, but Tang Xinyu stood firmly in front of her, forcing her to dare not move.

Mo Wenqing finally couldn't stand it anymore. He did take some interest in the charming and attractive Yang Siyu, but it was just for fun, so he pretended to be watching watches, and he also thought about the good things.

Who knows, Miss Tang's maid is not a vegetarian, and her temper came as soon as she moved her feet, which surprised him.

After all, Yang Siyu was the woman he brought out today. It was too loud and still in the disadvantage. He really fell short of his face.

Mo Wenqing walked behind Yang Siyu, a gentleman who looked like a gentleman, and smiled quite gracefully: "Miss Tang is more competitive with a little girl? You look scared to other girls. She just wants to fight you. Just say hello, why did you suddenly start your hand? "

The other guests had concentrated on picking things before. They did n’t even know what happened between Tang Xinyu and Yang Siyu. I only saw that Yang Siyu, a delicate and weak girl, was sitting on the chair in tears, not daring to look at Tang Xinyu. Compared with the momentum of Tang Xinyu, preemptively sympathize with the weaker party.

Mo Wenqing put all the blame on Tang Xinyu in a few words.

Tang Xinyu chuckled, and there was an unabashed mockery on his lips: "Mr. Mo, you are a big man coming out to protect the short, I can understand it. At least you also know that the person you are protecting is really reasonable. But please also protect your short , Discipline your woman well, let her understand what it means to come first, and then come, do n’t always covet the things of others, and save Mr. Mo ’s face in the future! "

Tang Xinyu picked up the pigeon blood red brooch on the side and handed it to the stunned salesperson: "Wrap the things I ordered, don't show the products that the customer has ordered next time to others, so as not to cause unnecessary jokes. .billing!"

The salesperson hurriedly answered "OK" and began a professional packaging process.

Customers around here understood it when they saw it. They were a little ashamed of Yang Siyu's behavior. A good shopping mood was disturbed, and several left the store resentfully.

Mo Wenqing was uncomfortable when he was looked at by all kinds of gaze around him, and he suddenly regretted that his intestines were green. Why didn't you find out that Yang Siyu was such a straw bag woman filled with water in her mind? !

Mo Wenqing said badly: "Miss Yang, do you still want to buy it?"

The salesperson has packed the scattered things back into Yang Siyu's handbag and handed her a dedicated field: "If the lady really likes pigeon blood red, we have other styles."

Yang Siyu raised a thin smile: "Then ... let me show it." At least at this time, these people should not be looked down upon.

"Have you picked?"

The sound of a clear mountain spring sounded from behind several people.

Mo Wenqing heard the familiar voice and looked back inconceivably. Mo Yifan in a wheelchair came out of the leisure area and focused his eyes on Tang Xinyu, when other people did not exist.

"Er ... Uncle ..." Mo Wenqing felt a little dazed at the younger uncle who was not a few years old, but his seniority.

He did not work with Mo Yifan directly, but he often listened to his dad scolding this younger brother, Wolf, in his study, always damaging himself. Over time, Mo Yifan left a cruel, ruthless image in Mo Wenqing's heart.

When I entered the store just now, Mo Yifan's leisure area was just blocked by several pots of green plants, otherwise Mo Wenqing would never ignore Mo Yifan's figure, causing an uneasy situation in front of him.

Yang Siyu, whom he brought out, annoyed Mo Yifan's fiancee in front of Mo Yifan. He will not know what will happen to him. It's all about the weight of Tang Xinyu in Mo Yifan's mind.

Although many people said that Tang Xinyu was meant to marry Mo Yifan with anger, but Mo Yifan, for the sake of the Tang family, could not simply let it go.

"Pick it up, now pay the bill." Tang Xinyu naturally walked to Mo Yifan and asked Wen Wen, "Are you bothered?"

"No." Mo Yifan turned to the salesperson and asked, "How many pigeons are still red in your shop?"

The salesperson hesitated for a while, and estimated: "There are probably less than ten."

"All wrap it up for me."

Tang Xinyu froze for a moment, subconsciously looking at Yang Siyu's face.

Yang Siyu, who was just about to buy a pigeon blood red, recovered his face and got up from the chair, biting his lip tightly, and was about to reach out and point to Mo Yifan's theory.

Mo Wenqing hurriedly pressed Yang Siyu's hand, lest the stupid woman would provoke Mo Yifan again, and Mo Yifan moved his anger on him.

Mo Yifan took out the black card and handed it to the shocked salesperson: "Swipe this card, along with her pieces."

The salesperson took it in a hurry and hurried to pack it, lest the big money in front of him change his mind.

Mo Wenqing said: "Uncle, what do you do with so many pigeon blood reds?"

Mo Yifan patted his suit pants, his voice could not hear whether he was kidding.

"Buy it back and give your little aunt a foot pad."

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