Sweet Love: Ex-husband grows snacks

"Meet me, and I'll tell you everything I know."

When Wen Feijin heard that he finally became interested in what she had to say, she couldn't help but secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and said to him again pretending to be calm.

"You'd better not play tricks on me, tell me the location, and I'll go find you now."

Tang Mosen warned her severely, but still agreed.

After hanging up the phone, Tang Mosen turned his head and looked at Xia Yuyang in front of him.

Seeing him looking at himself with a puzzled expression on his face, as if he wanted to ask himself a question, he opened his mouth first.

"A friend called and asked me for something. I'm going out for a while. You should go to bed early."

Tang Mosen did not tell Xia Yuyang the truth of the matter.

On the one hand, it was because he didn't believe Wen Feijin, and on the other hand, he was also afraid that Xia Yuyang would lose his mind if he knew these things.

After hearing what he said, Xia Yuyang just stared at him quietly for a few seconds, then nodded slightly.

"Then come back early, it's getting late, don't stay out too late."

Xia Yuyang's voice was gentle and full of worry.

When Tang Mosen heard what she said, he felt extremely excited, even relieved.

He couldn't remember how long he hadn't had a good chat with Xia Yuyang like they are now.

I still remember that in the past, as long as the two of them met together, there would always be unavoidable quarrels.

Sometimes, he wanted to strangle this woman to death with his own hands, and he didn't understand why Xia Yuyang became his wife.

No matter how much you didn't understand before, or how much you were unwilling.

But now, he has been able to accept this matter very calmly, and even enjoys every day when Xia Yuyang is by his side.

"Good night, remember to go to bed early, don't wait for me to come back, I may come home later, you know?"

Tang Mosen gently hugged her tightly into his arms, and the originally cold voice became extremely gentle at this moment.

There was endless love in those words, and even more so, endless tenderness.

The sincerity in Tang Mosen's words made Xia Yuyang's heart suddenly throb.

She shyly nodded her head to hide, she was in his arms, she didn't dare to raise her eyes to look at him, what kind of expression was on her face now.

Because Xia Yuyang was afraid that he would accidentally fall into his trap, and there was no way to get back up again.

Moreover, she really didn't want to be seen by this man, looking so embarrassed.

"That's good, I'll go first."

With that said, Tang Mosen stretched out his hand and patted her on the shoulder lightly, then walked quickly towards the door.

The sound of the leather shoes stepping on the floor sounded a bit awkward.

Xia Yuyang just quietly watched his leaving back, and suddenly wanted to say something, but she just moved her lips lightly, but didn't speak.

She just stood quietly at the place where she watched Tang Mosen leave just now, her mood gradually sank, and the expression on her face was also somewhat lonely and sad.

Soon, Tang Mosen drove to the place that Wen Feijin had agreed with him on the phone.

As soon as he walked in, he saw Wen Feijin sitting not far away, smiling at him.

That smile is full of sweetness and amorous feelings.

However, Tang Mosen was really disgusted to the extreme with such a face.

"Tang Mosen, come and sit down. I've already ordered a lot of things from this family. I don't know your taste, so..."

"Let's save all these unnecessary polite words, can we?"

As soon as Tang Mosen sat down, Wen Feijin looked very happy and excited, and pushed the things on the table in front of him for him.

However, before Wen Feijin could finish her words, Tang Mosen couldn't wait to interrupt her.

In his heart, the reason why he came here was not to see how virtuous Wen Feijin was.

After hearing what he said in his mouth, Wen Feijin froze slightly in the movements of her hands, and the faint smile on her face also sank instantly.

She laughed softly, and then took her hand back.

"Then since you've already said that, I'll just cut to the chase and not waste everyone's time."

Although Wen Feijin was very disappointed in her heart, she still nodded obediently and said to him.

"Just tell me where An An is, and how much do you know?"

Tang Mosen asked her again, as if he didn't hear what she said just now.

Those words were full of tension, even anticipation.

He couldn't wait to know where Sui An was imprisoned.

Moreover, he really didn't want to see Xia Yuyang at home again, looking very disappointed and sad.

Wen Feijin quietly looked at the expression on his face, lowered her eyes slightly, picked up the coffee in front of her, put it gently to her mouth, took a sip, and her expression gradually became extremely complicated.

The more Wen Feijin looked like this, the more anxious Tang Mosen felt in his heart.

"What do you know, tell me quickly! Can you stop talking so much."

Tang Mosen clenched his eyebrows together tightly, and he opened his mouth with a very stern look.

The anxiety revealed in those words surprised Wen Feijin too.

He really didn't expect that he would be so anxious about the child's whereabouts.

"I... don't know where that child is."

Wen Feijin took another deep look at him, and put the cup in his hand on the dining table, and there was a slight sound.

In the next second, she lowered her head, tightly clenched her hand, and spoke softly.

Her voice became smaller and smaller, and there was even a hint of guilt in her words.

The reason why Wen Feijin said that on the phone at the beginning was because he knew that he couldn't wait to see that child now.

I also know that it is absolutely impossible for him to come to see him easily, which is why he deceived Tang Mosen in this way.

With the words in her mouth, Wen Feijin also clearly felt that the air pressure around her dropped to freezing point in an instant, which was very frightening.

The bone-piercing chill that permeated the air made her hold the cup even tighter even more unbearably.