Su Wan Tong youyou looks at Ling Wanxing. Before he says anything, he has already won the lead. "If you don't like it, I can withdraw it."

Employee Fangfang

Hearing this, Su Wan Tong sighed and shook his head: "no, just feel free."

"Are you finished?" Ling Wanxing shows that Fangfang continues to pack, while she goes to Su Wantong and asks in a low voice.

Su Wan Tong nodded, "almost. I have something else to do at noon. I want to go out."

Ling Wanxing thought for a moment, "then you are busy first, and I'll continue to have a look."

"Good bye."

After su Wantong left, Ling Wanxing stopped and watched her back, feeling slightly complicated.

After meeting again, he found out that he was not alone in Wan Tong's world any more.

Once she made herself an accessory of the Ling family, but now she lives her own life.

Ling Wanxing curved his lips with self mockery and cursed in his heart: men are really cheap!

At the beginning, I didn't know how to cherish the company of Wan Tong. After I lost it, I pursued it bitterly. It's just a self inflicted experience!

At this time, the staff Fangfang looked at Ling Wanxing suspiciously, "Sir, do you know Mr. Su?"

Fang Fang thought to herself, doesn't this man have a wife? How can you still be reluctant to part with President Su? Is that a bit too much?

Ling Wanxing takes back her eyes from the door, looks at Fangfang and raises her eyebrows quietly. "Didn't you always say that she was married?"

"Yes! But isn't she divorced? Are you divorced, too? "

By implication, if you don't get divorced, what qualifications do you have to pursue president Su?

At the moment, Ling Wanxing's temple jumped two times, and looked out the door at the figure that was gradually moving away. His handsome face was full of loneliness.

No wonder there are so many people pursuing her. She claims to be divorced.

Ling Wanxing finally shut up, after all, no matter how many explanations are convincing.

……

Later, he walked out of the art park with seven or eight paper bags. Ten minutes later, he returned to his hotel and sat in the living room and began to smoke.

After a while, the cell phone on the desk rang.

Ling Wanxing picked up, "second, what's the matter?"

"Brother, Huanhuan is born." In the receiver, Qiao Mu's voice is like a tight string, full of fatigue.

When Ling Wanxing heard this sentence, he didn't have the heart to correct his address. He suddenly stood up from the sofa and said, "what's the matter? Why so fast? Isn't it not time yet? "

Qiao Mu sighed heavily, "she took a bath last night and accidentally fell down..."

"Fuck! How the hell do you take care of her? "

Ling Wanxing cursed angrily. Qiao Mu was silent for a few seconds and said in a deep voice: "it's my fault, but the child has already been born. Do you want to come back and have a look?"

"Boys and girls?"

"Boy, in the incubator at the moment, still healthy."

Ling Wanxing was silent and warned, "I'll go back today. Is there anything wrong with the girl? If there's something wrong with her, you wait for me. "

Hearing this, Qiao Mu rubbed his forehead and looked at the little girl who was lying on the bed eating the yellow peach can. "She's OK. But she said, "if you don't bring her Mommy back, don't come back."

The phone has been hung up!

Ling Wanxing looked at the mobile phone screen in a daze and almost failed.

When is the time to ask him?

On the other hand, on the bed of Licheng hospital, the postpartum Ling Zihuan smacked the corners of her mouth ruddy and asked, "second uncle, do you think Daddy can bring Mommy back?"