C172 She Gave It to Someone else
C172 She Gave It to Someone else
Uncle Fu was quite frightened at his age.
"Little Master, who did you give it to?"
Was it a servant in the mansion? This was impossible. Bo Qichen had strict discipline. If the servant dared to privately accept the card given by Tang Cheng, he would definitely hand it over immediately.
"Little, Sugar."
Uncle Fu was stunned and suddenly remembered who it was. Wasn't it the little girl who came last night? She was pitiful and very cute. She pounced on Little Master as soon as she came.
"Why did you give her the card, Little Master?"
Tang Cheng racked his brain and thought for a while. He said, "Cute!"
Uncle Fu was speechless."
A child's reason was always hard to figure out.
He looked at the man with a difficult expression. "Sir, what should we do now?"
Actually, there was nothing to be conflicted about with these three cards.
He also liked that child a lot. He recalled the first time he had met her, when she had blackmailed him and hugged his leg. Also, she had called him daddy.
That pair of eyes was very similar to Tang Qingge's. They were clear and round, making people unable to say any words of rejection.
And last night, Tang Qingge cried in his arms and said.
"Why are you all bullying me? Who are you bullying!? Who are you looking down on? Isn't it just because you don't have the money to buy branded goods? If I have half of your money, do I need to be bullied!? But I don't have your money, wow... Why am I so poor!"
"Can you give me some money? Give me some money. I'll acknowledge you as my father."
The memory ended.
They all liked to call people 'fathers'?
Thinking of the scene from yesterday, he lowered his head and looked at the anxious Tang Cheng. He pursed his lips and said, "Let's forget about this matter."
Tang Cheng raised his head in surprise and blinked.
He was already prepared to be beaten up by his cheap father, but he actually let it go just like that?
His father didn't seem to be that cold...
Tang Cheng thought about it and suddenly felt that the cheap father seemed to be quite pitiful. Sugar and Bo Ye were with his mother, but he was the only one here. Usually, other than working, his cheap father would return to the villa at two o'clock. Life was boring.
Otherwise, how could he care about him?
Tang Cheng was thinking about whether he should show filial piety to his father. Uncle Fu asked someone to bring the cabinet back. On the other side, the phone on the table rang.
He glanced back and his eyes paused.
Boss, Sugar seems to have gotten three cards from your house. Don't worry, I will send the cards back to you tomorrow.
The man picked up his phone and rubbed his thumb against the screen. After a while, he replied.
No need.
It was a very monotonous and cold word.
Community.
Tang Qingge saw the two words that her boss replied to and turned her head to say to Sugar.
"The card is confiscated. I will return it to you tomorrow, Uncle Cold."
Sugar cried and pitifully hugged Tang Qingge's legs, "Mommy, how can you be like this? This is my card. Uncle Cold gave it to me."
"But there is too much money in here."
Sugar blinked her tears. "But don't you just like money? Mommy, do you really not want it?"
Tang Qingge was silent for a while.
"I won't hide it from you."
She thought.
She scratched her ears and cheeks as she thought, I want to immediately go and loot these three cards.
But in front of the child, she had to set an example!
"No way!"
Tang Qingge was resolute and decisive.
Sugar hugged her leg and asked pitifully, "Mommy, do you like Uncle Cold?"
What?