Liang Yaozhao said with a smile: "good name, I believe Ann will like it."
"That's my name. Can my son not like it?" You Yue proud of a smile, mention his son, showing a bright smile.
Seeing such a brilliant smile, Liang Yaozhao was stunned, and his eyes could not help being gentle: "Yue Yue, I haven't seen you smile like this for a long time."
When he said this, you Yue was suddenly stunned. Without waiting for her to say anything, Liang Yaozhao's voice suddenly became deep. "Yue Yue, don't worry, I will treat An'an like my own child."
He took the initiative to promise you Yue, which makes you Yue feel burdened. She smiles indifferently: "you don't have to promise these things to me."
"No Liang Yaozhao shook his head, but his voice suddenly became firm. His eyes were as soft as the spring breeze. "Let me be the father of the child. The child's surname is Liang, OK? I will give everything I have to this child
His eyes are full of affection. Liang Yaozhao expresses his love to Liang Yaozhao once, but he doesn't know how to let you Yue respond.
"I..." You Yue hesitated, or decided to refuse Liang Yaozhao, guilt of low head, "sorry, I can't promise you."
She politely refused Liang Yaozhao, which was very hard for him. His voice became hoarse: "you Still thinking about Zheng Ting, right? "
"This has nothing to do with Zheng Ting!" Mention Zheng Ting, you Yue's eyes cold up, voice cold: "the thing between us, has long been in the past, please don't mention it again!"
Mention Zheng Ting, you Yue particularly indifferent, is unprecedented indifferent, as if really did not care about the same.
"Well, I won't mention it." Liang Yaozhao stopped mentioning the man's name.
You Yue refused him, but he did not give up, he chuckled: "when the child's godfather will not refuse me?"
Just when the child's godfather just, you Yue no reason to refuse, agreed to him.
"Xiao'an, uncle Liang will protect you from now on." Liang Yaozhao spoiled and scraped his little face. He was gentle when he spoke.
These days, Liang Yaozhao really did a lot for her, you Yue can see, seriously and sincerely with him down an apology, "thank you for doing so much for me."
"Silly girl, thank you." Liang Yaozhao, with a slight smile, said: "if you really take this matter in mind, if you want to thank me, let your body get better as soon as possible."
For Liang Yaozhao, her health is more important than anything else.
Meng Lingling came at the moment when their feelings were warming up, disturbing them.
When they saw Meng Lingling, they were very surprised, especially you Yue. They didn't expect her to come. They were so surprised that they chuckled: "how did you come?"
"Why, I can't come?" Meng Lingling displeased her. Meng Lingling knew that she had a baby. She flew to France from a foreign country not far away. In order to meet her baby, she spent a lot of time.
Seeing you Yue's unwelcome face, Meng Lingling pretended to be angry, "why, unwelcome? I came to see you
Meng Lingling came across the country to see her, which made you Yue very moved, moved tears fell, "of course, welcome."
When she cried like this, Meng Lingling was helpless and said haughtily, "no, I didn't come to you specially."
She is specially to find you Yue, proud to cover up his mind.
Her eyes fell on the child, to see the child so lovely, suddenly surprised: "this child is too cute."
Meng Lingling saw the child at first sight. She liked the child very much and couldn't put it down.
"That's right." Meng Lingling suddenly thought of something, her voice especially heavy up, "Zheng Ting he..."
Who knows, her words haven't finished, just mention this man, was interrupted by you Yue, you Yue cold voice opening: "don't mention this man's name!"
However, Meng Lingling felt that it was necessary for her to know about Zheng ting.
"He's got his memory back."
Hear Meng Lingling's words, don't know why, you Yue heart unexpectedly suddenly expect. Even she was stunned. She didn't know why she would expect it. Did she still care about Zheng Ting?
Thinking of this, you Yue strongly denies that he still cares about Zheng Ting's idea, and his voice gets cold: "he has recovered his memory, which has nothing to do with me."
Meng Lingling heavy mouth: "after you disappeared, he was mad like crazy to find you."
He's looking for you Yue all over the world, and she's almost crazy. Meng Lingling doesn't want Zheng ting to be a fan of the game. Besides seeing the children, she's here to tell him about Zheng ting.
Did he regret it? You Yue listens to this to smile instead, she cold voice sarcasm: "he wants to look for me, have nothing to do with me."If she didn't come to France before Zheng Ting came to see her, she could not wait to go with Zheng ting. However, when she came to France, her mentality had changed a lot.
"Are you really not going to get back together with Zheng Ting?" They used to love each other so much that they were separated because of misunderstanding. Meng Lingling couldn't bear to say more.
She also continued to persuade you Yue, but you Yue interrupted her, she light mouth: "if you come to see my son, I welcome you, if not, then please go back."
Zheng Ting's matter, you Yue already did not want to mention again, the performance unusual coldness.
Just now, when Meng Lingling mentioned the man's recovery of memory, Liang Yaozhao was particularly flustered. Seeing that she was still so cold and didn't mean to compound with Zheng Ting, he was really relieved.
"I won't mention it." Meng Lingling obediently shut up, no longer mention this man, transfer this topic.
"Do you think the child will be like you or his father when he grows up?" Meng Lingling didn't want to mention Zheng Ting, but she didn't know that she had accidentally let go.
"No more." Liang Yaozhao did not have the good spirit white her one eye, blames her which pot not to mention which pot.
Meng Lingling realized that she had said something wrong, but you Yue still didn't mind.
Her eyes cold up, voice ice down to the bone, "this child does not have a father."
Her indifferent mouth: "my child, naturally like me."
Meng Lingling didn't speak any more. She looked at the child more and left. About the father of the child, no one spoke and continued to mention it.