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Chapter 542

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    "Do you have anything to do with me?" Tong Xiaoman covered the baby with a quilt, looked up at Ou Zeye.

    "Let me ask you, what is a show of affection?"

    Tong Xiaoman blinked a few times and looked at the serious Ou Zeye.

    Ever since the two of them made their relationship public, Ou Zeye seemed to be obsessed with Weibo. He didn't have Weibo before. Knowing that they were being discussed on the Internet, he immediately registered on Weibo.

    In one night, there were 10 million fans, which made Tong Xiaoman go crazy with jealousy!

    On Weibo, he does not allow anyone to speak ill of him, and once someone dislikes the two of them or speaks ill of himself, he will openly attack them.

    The strange thing is that he didn't arouse the disgust of netizens, but made everyone think he is very cute, and even gave him a nickname: Ou Dangdang.

    "Showing love means literally, that is, the two of us are very loving, and then we have to show it to others, which is called showing love."

    Tong Xiaoman patiently explained to Ou Zeye.

    Ever since Ou Zeye started mixing Weibo, Tong Xiaoman also discovered Ou Zeye's shortcoming, that is, he doesn't understand internet language at all!  Feel like a Martian!

    "This bastard actually said that Xiu Enai is divided quickly! I thought it was some profound term! It turned out to mean it literally!"

    While talking, Ou Zeye opened Weibo and began to reply to netizens.

    Tong Xiaoman watched Ou Zeye playing with his mobile phone, and then remembered that his mobile phone had been thrown somewhere.

    "Honey, have you seen my phone?"

    "No, who knows where it went?"

    Ou Zeye played with his mobile phone with his head down, without raising his head.

    "Then I'll go look for it."

    Tong Xiaoman got out of bed and was about to look for her mobile phone.

    "Come back to me!"

    "Why? I can't find my phone, so I'll go find it."

    "What phone are you looking for? Come here and show your love to me first!"

    Ou Zeye grabbed Tong Xiaoman back, "Didn't they say we showed our affection? Then I'll show them! Let the dog food feed them to death!"

    Tong Xiaoman found out that there was a teenager with Internet addiction in his home.

    "Wait until I find the phone, okay?"

    "Find your phone, and you start playing with it again! You low-headed person, you know how to play with your phone every day, don't you know it's bad for your cervical spine? Modern people should put down their phones and have more spiritual communication. Of course, you are willing to physically  I don't mind communicating."

    Tong Xiaoman looked at Ou Zeye with her hips akimbo, wanting to cry without tears.

    I don't know who is a low-headed person, and I don't know who plays with mobile phones every day!

    "What's the matter? Want to communicate physically? Come on!"

    After saying that, Ou Zeye went to take off Tong Xiaoman's clothes.

    Tong Xiaoman hurriedly backed away, "Stop making trouble, it's broad daylight, and my son is still sleeping!"

    "It's fine if you don't make trouble, then you have to promise me that you are not allowed to play with your phone and stay with me!"

    "Okay, don't play with your phone, and stay with you!"

    "That's pretty much the same! Come on, take a few photos of your love!"

    Ou Zeye is really addicted to showing affection, and his ways of showing affection are also full of tricks.

    Netizens never get tired of watching him, and he can be the number one in the most searched Weibo anytime he posts it.

    During the lunch break, Tong Xiaoman fell asleep with the baby.

    Ou Zeye didn't have the habit of taking a lunch break, so he walked out of the study, took out Tong Xiaoman's cell phone from the drawer, looked at it, then turned it off and locked it.

    He has already sent a message to Xu Xingru. If Tong Xiaoman has an event that he must attend, just contact him directly.

    Xu Xingru is now the president of Star King International, so he naturally has the right to directly contact Ou Zeye.

    Wu Xiu walked into the study, "Master, are you looking for me?"

    "Order, all servants are not allowed to talk about Tongji Liquor, even in private."

    Ou Zeye's eyes returned to their former indifference.

    "Yes, I will give orders."

    "If the wife wants to find her mobile phone, if she asks, just say that she doesn't know."

    "yes."

    "It's nothing, you can go out."

    Wu Xiu nodded and left the study.

    Tong Xiaoman's heart is too soft, if she finds out about this matter, she will definitely not stand idly by.Ou Zeye had long wanted to teach the Tong family a lesson, but he couldn't let this good opportunity pass by.

    After Tong Ranmeng paid a large amount of bail, under the operation of Shangguan Ming, Tong Fu was finally brought out.

    Although he only stayed inside for three days, Tong Fu suddenly seemed to be much older.

    There are obviously more gray hairs than before, and his face has become thinner, which is completely different from the high-spirited him before.

    Tong Ranmeng brought Tong Fu, who was in a daze, back to Tong's house.

    It was only three days, but Tong Fu felt that three years had passed. As soon as he got home, he sat down on the sofa and began to cry.

    "Old man, you've come back!" This crying didn't matter, and Du Simin also burst into tears.

    Tong Ranmeng also looked very sad, "Okay, okay, Dad, Mom, stop crying, isn't it coming out?"

    Tong Fu, a big man, cried like a child.

    "Old man! Stop crying! Our Mengmeng is still pregnant!"

    Tong Fu stopped crying and sobbed a few times.

    "Mengmeng, dad will come out this time, won't he go in again?"

    He is really timid, frightened by the posture inside.

    "Dad, don't worry, there is me and Ming, nothing will happen to you, Dad, go back to your room and take a nap first."

    "Hey, good!"

    Tong Fu wiped away his tears, and turned to Du Simin again: "Take out all the money I asked you to save before, so as not to lose money and avoid disaster. Where we should spend money, we should not lose a penny."

    "I know, I've already taken it out!" Although it hurts more than cutting flesh, people are more important than money, and Du Simin still understands this truth.

    Du Simin helped Tong Fu upstairs, arranged for him to sleep, and returned to the living room.

    Tong Ranmeng stroked her forehead, looking exhausted.

    "Mengmeng, isn't there something else you haven't said?"

    Du Simin noticed it all at once.

    "Mom, if I tell you, don't be afraid."

    "Tell me, our family is already like this, and there is nothing to be afraid of." Du Simin grabbed Tong Ranmeng's hand.

    "I spent a lot of money and entrusted a lot of connections, and so did A Ming, but Lu Shan just didn't want to meet."

    Tong Ranmeng had no choice but to tell Du Simin the cruel fact.

    "what should I do then?"

    "Lu Shan doesn't want to see us, which means he doesn't want to reconcile, and he will continue to put pressure on the higher-ups. I'm afraid the company and the factory can't keep it."

    "Then your dad won't be sentenced, right? He can't stand such a torment. You just saw his old bones. He has been in this state for three days. If you let him in again, won't he  Did it take his life?"

    "I know, I will still find a way."

    "Mengmeng, Mrs. Zhang told me two days ago that Tong Xiaoman married the boss of that empire" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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