C122 (1/2)

By the time Tang Tianbao returned home, it was already 11.30pm. The gate of the residential complex had already been closed. Tang Tianbao knocked on the glass window of the residential complex's security guards and begged, ”Master, master, please open the gate for me.”

The door and windows of the guardhouse were tightly shut. Outside, there was a layer of barbed wire anti-theft window. Inside, there was a bit of light, showing that the guard was not asleep. The curtains were drawn and a stern voice asked, ”What are you doing?”

Tang Tianbao handed over a cigarette and said apologetically, ”Big Brother, I'm from this district. Today, I went out to eat with a friend, so I came back late. Sorry to trouble you. ”

Tang Tianbao also knew that although this district wasn't a new high-end district and it wasn't even a new district, the security and property of this district were relatively good. The residential complex had a rule: close at 11 PM on time.

However, the guard was still easy to talk to. He opened the door and let Tang Tianbao in. After all, Tang Tianbao wasn't the only one who returned late. Many people, for one reason or another, do not return until after midnight. The gatekeeper was already used to it.

When Tang Tianbao opened his own anti-theft door, the lights in the living room were still on. Duan Hong was drowsily sitting on the sofa with a anti-Japanese television show on.

Seeing that Tang Tianbao had returned, Duan Hong's expression immediately changed. She stood up from the sofa with an extremely unsightly expression on her face.

”Mom, why aren't you sleeping?” Tang Tianbao changed into his slippers as he said, ”I worked overtime at work today. There's a design that the customer urgently wants.”

”Why did the phone shut down?” Duan Hong asked with an ashen face.

”Oh, the phone is out of battery, so I didn't call you. Mom, have you eaten yet? ” Tang Tianbao had already changed into his slippers. Here, his legs were numb, and he was tired all over. When he thought of the long street, he jumped and walked out of the street feeling as if he had just escaped death.

”Have you eaten?” Duan Hong looked at the back of Tang Tianbao and asked.

”Oh, I've already eaten.” Tang Tianbao gave a simple reply before closing the bathroom door.

Perhaps it was because he had already starved to death, Tang Tianbao suddenly felt that he wasn't hungry anymore. He just wanted to take a shower and get some rest. He still had to work tomorrow.

When he came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, Duan Hong was preparing to pack up the table full of sumptuous dishes. The food was cold, but no one had touched it.

Tang Tianbao took a glance and suddenly asked, ”Who came today? Why are there three bowls and three pairs of chopsticks?”

Duan Hong remained silent as he continued to pack up the untouched dishes.

Tang Tian Bao saw through some clues as he asked: ”Mom, you haven't eaten yet? Were you waiting for me? Sigh, Mom, Mom, I've been tidied up. I haven't eaten yet. ”

”Didn't you just say that you had already eaten?” Duan Hong glared at Tang Tianbao and asked.

”I didn't want to eat any more just now. Seeing you have such a big table of food, I got hungry.” I'll eat. ”Stop tidying up.” As Tang Tianbao said this, he sat down on a chair, picked up the steamed bun on his plate, and swallowed it in two gulps.

”Don't eat anymore. It's already cold. I'll go heat it up.” Duan Hong hit Tang Tianbao's outstretched hand and carried the plate of steamed buns into the kitchen.

The meal was heated up once more, and Duan Hong and Tang Tianbao started dinner at midnight …

”It's so good to have a mother!” Tang Tianbao said while chewing.

”Mom knows it won't be easy for you guys to work outside. Mom will be satisfied if you can have a hot meal when you get home.” As Duan Hong spoke, a teardrop hung from the corner of his eyes.