Rebirth: Stock-market Queen - Chapter 548

“Those who are sensible will have less nonsense. Miss Tang Er, as long as you serve me comfortably, I don’t have so much free time to care whether you want to marry the Shen family!”

Shylock is French, but looking at these words, he is also very familiar with the trick of slapping and giving a red jujube handed down by the ancestors of China.

Tang Xiyan clenched her fists. She endured it. In order to be unbearable in the future, she had to continue to endure.

……

That was… She was stunned for a few seconds, and then laughed louder and louder, ha ha, ha ha~

This beast killed his own child!

Tiger poison doesn’t eat children. God, please open your eyes and chop this beast worse than pigs and dogs to death!

Evil fate, I didn’t intend to leave this evil seed. Now, this man personally ruined his life. Ha ha, I don’t know what his expression will be after he knows the news?

Shylock noticed the difference and frowned, “what’s this?”

Tang Xiyan opened his eyes with difficulty, clenched his lips, stared at the things between his fingers, and gave out bursts of sneers, “want to know what this is… Hum, beast, how does it feel to kill his child by yourself?”

What?!

Shylock opened his eyes. “What did you say? What killed his own child?” he grabbed her arm hard.

Tang Xiyan’s little face twisted with pain, struggled to sit up and said, “it means literally… Shylock, I’m pregnant, this child is yours… You killed your child yourself!”

“Are you pregnant?!” the man was extremely surprised, “why didn’t you tell me!” he was angry and angry, and his thick eyebrows were tightly locked. It turned out that the bleeding disease under her was not his great aunt, but his child!

God, what’s the matter? Shylock didn’t react in his head for a time. This woman was pregnant with his child. He once had his own child, but he had been killed before he knew his existence.

It was not anyone else who killed him, it was himself!

Shylock couldn’t accept this cruel and explosive news, and his mood was extremely churning. Why is it like this, why is it like this?

He is now in his thirties. He has been wandering alone in a foreign country for seven years. He clearly has a family and parents, but he can’t go back. His parents hate him to the extreme. I’m afraid he can’t be reunited with his family in his life.

Being a stranger in a foreign land alone, he misses his relatives every festival. After years of loneliness, he is very eager for the care and embrace of his relatives.

He almost had a relative who could come to him, but just now, just now, he killed him himself!

Ah, ah——

He couldn’t tell what he was feeling at the moment, sad, regretful, painful, uncomfortable

Looking at the painful expression on his face, the woman’s face burst into a brilliant smile. Her face was as pale as paper. Under the light, it was like a badly injured butterfly, on the verge of death, without any strength.