Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Tang Xin looked back, looking at Tang Yu pitifully, "Brother, I haven't eaten breakfast yet."

Tang Yu looked at her, then at Zhao Ke, but asked Tang Xin, "Have you taken the medicine?"

When he asked, Tang Xin's small hands were wringed, with a small voice: "No, I'll go eat now!"

Zhao Ke's face seemed to be slapped. Tang Yu calmly accused her of ignoring Tang Xin's body.

She stood there, somewhat uncomfortable.

She was obviously the hostess of the Tang family, but she was standing at Tang Yu's door, and he was not polite.

Tang Yu quickly walked into the bedroom to change clothes, when Zhao Ke was air.

Pei Qiqi didn't know that Zhao Ke was here. She put on a long white T and tied her hair with a black hair tie. After a simple wash, she was going to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Aunt Li hardly came this time, I don't know if it was Tang Yu's intention.

She did not intervene because she was not qualified.

So when she came out to see Zhao Ke, she was not prepared.

Pei Qiqi just stood there... Zhao Ke was also a little shocked.

Knowing and seeing are two different things...

Those beautiful but not too young eyes, staring at Pei Qiqi's young body, there are more or less traces left by Tang Yu...

This makes Zhao Ke almost jealous. In her life, she just wanted to find someone worthy of her.

But even Tang Zhiyuan was a general, let alone Pei Ming and he.

And Tang Yu, his appearance is outstanding, his temperament is cold, and he is like that person in no way. When Zhao Ke looked at Tang Yu, it was not the feeling of the elders watching the younger ones.

In addition to jealousy, there is contempt in her eyes.

Pei Qiqi felt a pain in her heart when she was stabbed with that contempt. She bowed her head and walked towards the kitchen, not intending to have any conflict with Zhao Ke.

Zhao Ke stopped her, "Pei Qiqi."

Pei Qiqi stopped, she looked up at Zhao Ke...

Zhao Ke walked forward a few steps, her voice low, "If you are smart, you know what you shouldn't say."

Pei Qiqi looked at her and did not speak for a long time.

When we first met, she only felt that Zhao Ke looked a lot like herself, and she recognized her as her mother at a glance.

But now she looked at this same face, how could she feel strange, nothing like it.

Zhao Ke's voice became colder again, "You should know that if Tang Yu knew that you were my daughter, you would not be able to stay with him!"

"Thank you for your concern!" There was no smile on Pei Qiqi's face: "Mrs. Tang, don't worry, I have never had a mother. My only father is Pei Minghe."

Zhao Ke's expression was a little curved, and his facial muscles were a little jerky, as if to say something, but held back.

Pei Qiqi didn't talk to her again, and walked directly to the kitchen, leaving Zhao Ke standing there, muttering: "How come you were born to Pei Minghe, how can such a man be worthy to have a baby with me?"

Zhao Ke suddenly raised his head, and his body trembled violently, walking out as if unable to restrain.

For a moment, she dialed Tang Xin's phone, "I'm leaving first. In the afternoon, you ask your brother to take you back, or my father and I will pick you up again."

Tang Xin took the medicine and was naturally happy when she heard that Zhao Ke was no longer there when she ran out.

She breathed a sigh of relief and walked to the kitchen to see Pei Qiqi preparing breakfast, skillfully acting.

Tang Yu also came out of the bedroom. His wardrobe was almost full of white shirts and suits. The styles were almost the same, but Pei Qiqi knew that they were different.

This is probably the low-key luxury of the rich!