Chapter 472

Mingjingyi nodded, pointed her finger on ANN's forehead, and said angrily, "can you stop being so sad? I thought it was ancient times. I couldn't see you for several years."

Ann also laughed, leaning on the sofa: "now you and big brother are very harmonious."

In fact, how did she feel that mingjingyi, a paper tiger, was arrogant in front of her. As long as Huo tingshen appeared, she would be honest immediately.

"Not bad, not bad." Ming Jingyi smiles sweetly and looks at an with her head askew. "I'm sure now that Huo tingshen is sincere to you. Don't miss it."

Ann nodded hard: I see

In the living room, Huo Ting took a deep look at the direction of the bedroom upstairs and frowned: "your wife talks a lot."

"Just like each other." Ming Yuequn took a sip of tea and said calmly, sitting upright like an old cadre, "do you really want to go back to China?"

Huo tingshen put his finger on his knee and knocked: "things here have fallen to the ground in July and August. I always want to go home."

Ming Yuequn pursed his lips. This evening, Ming Jingyi would talk in the room again. Ming Ming was less than 30 years old, but he was more and more wordy.

The most terrifying thing is that he is used to her wordiness and will feel uncomfortable if he doesn't listen to her for a day.

Habit is a terrible thing.

"What happened to smingham..." horting gave a deep pause.

Ming Yuequn put down his tea cup, interrupted him and said: "this person is not as simple as we see, but you can rest assured that I will cooperate with your investigation."

"Good." Huo tingshen got up, ready to go upstairs, "it's time to rest."

So is it time for the little wife to come out? If you want to talk, you can find him. He is very happy to accompany you.

On this point, the view of Ming Yuequn is the same as that of Huo tingshen.

Meanwhile, in the dark room, Wendy looked up at her son sitting opposite, his old voice like a torn rag.

"Sit down." He waved his hand.

Siminghan sat on the black sofa, fingers casually on one side, tone slightly unhappy: "you said you would not interfere in my affairs."

"Is she Ann?" Wendy took a picture and put it on the table.

Sounds like a casual tone, but smart as siminghan or recognize his usual different tone, slightly frown: "you have seen her."

"Before, I didn't notice." He said faintly.

On that day, he went to worship an old friend and saved a man on his way back, but he didn't see the man's face clearly.

"So what do you mean now?" "This is my business. I hope you don't interfere and don't want to hurt her."

Wendy took a complicated look at smingham and didn't speak for a long time.

The wind blows the light colored curtains, and the flickering light and shadow fall on the floor, which is like an impenetrable mind.

"How is she doing now?" Wendy said.

In his mind, it seems that Wendy has never mentioned a person like this. He is very gentle and careful, like taking care of the most precious treasure in the world.

He frowned at Wendy, trying to see some clues from his face, but everything seemed to be his illusion, and Wendy's face was numb as he looked at it.

Smingham pursed his lips, believing that he must care too much about Ann, so as long as Wendy mentioned it, he could not help being nervous and even cranky.

"I don't think it's good." His tone is light, but his eyes are very firm, "I will give her the life she wants, a stable and peaceful life."

Wendy looked at him for a while before sneering: "self righteous."

When did the child he raised become so paranoid.

"I..." smingham gritted his teeth.

From small to large, he has been very progressive, almost never let Wendy worry about, he seldom interfered in his affairs, this is almost the first time that he reprimanded him so severely, although only four words.

"I believe in my own judgment." He insisted.

Wendy said indifferently, "have you asked her if you want to?"

Siminghan was stunned and didn't speak for a long time.

Time and air froze together, and the atmosphere was so oppressive that people couldn't breathe. Just as smingham was about to get up and leave, Wendy's hoarse voice came over.

"Bring her to me." Wendy said indifferently, waving her hand. "You go."

Siminghan was stunned, and then there was great ecstasy. Wendy still recognized himself. Seeing that he insisted so much, he was finally willing to help him.

He had every reason to believe that as long as Wendy did it, he would be able to do it as soon as possible.

Smingham, who is always steady, can't help but look happy. After greeting Wendy, he leaves in a hurry. He can't wait to bring Ann.

He always knew that Wendy Houli's power had been shown like this. As long as he approved ANN, other things would come naturally.

Siminghan rushed out of the castle, got on the car and left. The wind came in through the window. It was cool. He was awake for a moment. No, Wendy's attitude today

"Creak!"

Siminghan suddenly stepped on the brake, and the car stopped at the side of the road. He grasped the steering wheel with both hands and slowly released it with his fingers.

He leaned back in his seat and thought about Wendy's expression over and over again. The way he mentioned Ann... No, not at all.

"Something must have been overlooked." Siminghan brow lock, fingers in the steering wheel up and down the knock, "Wendy, Ann..."

When he mentioned ANN, his tone was very gentle, nostalgic and

"Help me find out about Wendy." Siminghan called in a low voice, "or you can come and talk to me in person."

The person on the other end of the phone was suddenly silent. After a long time, he said: "good."

After hanging up the phone, smingham changed the direction of the car in front of him. Now he has another thing to do.

"Ding Dong, Ding Dong"

Ann holds her son in one hand and takes out her mobile phone from her bag. Seeing the phone number above, she frowns and hangs up.

"Whose phone?" Huo tingshen came over with the fruit. He just saw an's face was serious and gentle. He said, "what happened? You don't look good."

Ann pursed her lips: "smingham."

Anyway, if there had been no Si Minghan, she and Zimo would not have known where they were. Maybe they had become a wisp of dust.

"Our plane tonight." Huo tingshen teased his son in his arms, "Zimo is so lively. It's like autism. I think it's as good as the crooked character."

An heart "clatter" a, originally to the division of three points of gratitude suddenly become a lot of light, although he saved them, but this does not mean that he can freely control their life.

What she can't forgive in particular is that Si Minghan can count Ji Zimo. He is so small and soft. How can he do it?

"I want to bend, too." Ann said with a smile.

At seven o'clock in the evening, after dinner, Huo tingshen and an are ready to leave with their luggage. Suddenly, they receive a call from the airline: because of the haze weather, they cancel all flights in the last three days.

"May I not go?" Mingjingyi happily hugs Zimo into her arms and kisses her, "little baby, my aunt is really reluctant to leave you."

Hao Linlin came over and poked her fingers into her soft face: "do you hear me, your aunt can't bear you."

"Screw you." Mingjingyi white a look at Hao Linlin, "how old people, not a formal."

Ann looked at the gray sky outside, and her heart was stuffed. She pulled Huo tingshen's arm: "I always feel as if something is going to happen."

"Don't worry about the weather." Huo tingshen took Ann's hand, "I'll accompany you upstairs to have a rest."

Ann looked at mingjingyi holding Zimo and nodded to huoting: "OK."

Upstairs, Huo Ting sat down on the sofa, holding her head against his shoulder and whispered, "don't worry."

Vancouver is not a very pleasant place for his little wife, so he wants to take him away from here earlier.

"Cen, even heaven is helping me." Si Minghan stood at the door with a goblet and took a look at the sky outside.

At 8:30 in the evening, there was a knock on the door. Si Minghan put down his goblet and said faintly, "come in."

"Little master." A hunched, rude looking man came in, a little uneasy and flattering on his face, "what can I do for you?"

The division Ming Han looked at him one eye, light way: "sit down to say."

The man pulled his clothes uneasily, looked at the smooth floor and luxurious leather sofa, and said, "I'll just stand."

"Have you been with Wendy for decades?" "You must know a lot about him," said smilingly, knocking his legs

The man's face is uncomfortable. He doesn't know what smingham means.

"I heard that Wendy was young and romantic. What made him like this?" Smingham said with a smile, "maybe you'd like to sue me."

The man's face suddenly changed and his lips muttered: "I, I don't know..."

"I heard that your son gambled outside and lost a lot of money..." smingham put a bank card on the table. "There are 100000 dollars in it, which is enough to pay off your son's debts outside."

Man's eyes flashed struggle, trembling voice: "I, i... Wendy will kill me."

"But if you don't pay the debt, people will kill your son." Siminghan smile gently, peace day in the elegant appearance is no different, but the man still feel strong murderous.

He knelt on the ground with a soft knee and trembled like chaff: "I, i... I said."

Si Minghan nodded with satisfaction: "get up, sit down and speak slowly."

Intuition tells him that Wendy has a big secret, and this secret may have something to do with Ann?

At one o'clock in the morning, smingham looked dignified, he waved: "you go back."

"I..." the man trembled, "you can't..."

"Don't worry, Wendy won't know." Si Minghan said faintly. He gave a warning and looked at the man, "take care of your tongue, don't talk, or you will know the consequences..."