Chapter 500

Ding Baoyi stares at the man's perfect side face, sighs and is loved by such a person. It's like a blank sign between the New Testament and the Old Testament. She doesn't know whether it's happiness or guilt.

"President Jiang, in fact One more thing. "

Thinking about it, Ding Baoyi opened her mouth again.

She didn't know whether it was right or wrong.

Jiangbeiyuan wakes up from a trance. Looking back, she has long lashes.

"Yannian told me two days ago that if she is not pregnant and you do not agree to divorce, she said, she said..."

Ding Baoyi's expression suddenly became serious.

Jiang Beiyuan: "what did she say?"

"Alas She said, "I don't mind if you find a surrogate."

Smell the words.

The eyebrows of jiangbeiyuan frowned fiercely, and the thin and crimson lips suddenly became pale, and the black eyes were full of pain.

From Ding Baoyi's point of view, I saw the man holding the fingers of the coffee cup, knuckles hard, and now he was slightly shaking.

It must be said that I don't want to see his shock and pain, so I won't tell him anything!

Ding Baoyi can't help shaking her head and sighing!

For jiangbeiyuan, Yannian lowered his bottom line!

"As a normal woman, she can't tolerate sharing her husband with others. She can't rub sand in her eyes when she reads that person's words. From her mouth, she knows how much psychological struggle she has experienced..."

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5 p.m.

Yannian is off work from the flower shop. Ding Baoyi comes to pick her up to Qiao Zhen for acupuncture.

After Yan Nian went in, Ding Baoyi lied that she was busy and soon came out of it.

Near dusk, it began to snow outside. In the late winter, it never snowed. A black Aston Martin stopped at the door, covered with white snow.

Ding Baoyi went over and raised her hand and knocked on the window.

"President Jiang, Yan Nian is already in it, but acupuncture takes an hour. You can't sit in the car and wait for a while. That old Chinese doctor doesn't like to be disturbed by others when she is doing acupuncture."

“……”

Jiangbeiyuan nodded lightly, didn't say much, the light was dim, and there was no one could understand the obscurity in the dark eyes.

Ding Baoyi knew that he had a clear idea. He didn't need to talk much. He left soon.

Jiangbeiyuan stayed in the car for a few minutes, then opened the door and got off.

His hair was scattered on both sides by the wind. He wore a dark gray double-sided velvet coat, and the snow fell under his feet.

The snow is so heavy that people around are taking umbrellas. He is the only one standing alone between the snow and leaning against the wall outside the door.

He didn't wear gloves. He put his hands on the back of his head. There was a cold wall behind him. The long, white knuckles were frozen into purple. But the eyebrows and eyes were too delicate, which always attracted a lot of attention.

Soon a passing middle-aged woman stopped to look at jiangbeiyuan.

"Young man, it's not the time to put on airs. It's snowing so heavily. Why don't you go back soon?"

"On purpose." The sound line of Jiangbei abyss is interpreted lightly.

The woman shook her head, with regret in her eyes, and murmured, "it looks pretty, how can I have a problem with my brain..."

As he spoke, he walked away in a hurry.

No one will stop all the time because of an unknown person. Everyone has their own business to be busy. Everyone wants to go back to their home to keep warm.