Chapter 180

Song Yan angrily goes back to pick up the shoes. When she comes out again, where can she see the figure of Huo Tianqing's car.

She hated the kick, but also can only temporarily return to his car.

……

Huo Tianqing leaves guanding and dials a phone call to guanyue. When he picks it up, his eyebrows frown. "Check the pregnancy of song Yan's mother, Liu Xian."

The official more open is hands-free, the other two people also heard, qinhuaisheng smile, "I said four elder brother what to do with that woman in the door dawdle, emotion is to set information."

Huo Tianqing has no expression on his face. Originally, he didn't have the Kung Fu to deal with song Yan, but she was so stupid that she ran into him, so he asked something by the way. As expected, there are some problems.

"It is said that song Yuanyang's wife was pregnant with a male fetus. According to song Yuanyang's attention and shrewdness, this fetus should not be a fake one, regardless of gender." Beside, Lu Yan put in his mouth.

Huo Tianqing of course also thought, he squinted, thought of what, and said: "check her recent diet and life, there will always be some clues."

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When song Miao looked up from the copywriter, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

She stretched and felt that her waist was very sour. She stood up and went to the French window, overlooking the traffic and people downstairs.

The night of B city is very beautiful, the whole city is lit up by lights, compared with the serious indifference during the day, it is much more gentle.

Just now, the mobile phone seems to have been shaken, but she was too involved to watch it.

At the moment, I took my mobile phone, drank a glass of milk, and read the information just now. As expected, Huo Tianqing sent it to her and asked if she had finished her work.

He didn't call her directly, thinking that he was afraid of disturbing her work, so he sent a text message.

Song Miao's heart a warm, directly to the phone to dial in the past.

"Hello..."

Hear her voice, Huo Tianqing's voice low low spread, "finally work over?"

"Well." Song Miao nodded, finished the rest of the hot milk, turned back to his chair and cleaned up, "you Have you come to pick me up? "

"What do you say?" Just three words, with a touch of tenderness.

Song Miao felt that her tiredness had dissipated. Her mouth rose and she quickly packed up and walked towards the elevator.

When I was in the elevator, I subconsciously arranged my clothes.

Walking out of song's mansion, as soon as I went out, I saw a man standing not far from downstairs.

It has to be said that Huo Tianqing is really God's favorite. Even if he just does nothing like this, he leans on the car body with a light look. When he does it, he feels lazy and elegant. He only wore a white shirt on his upper body, with two buttons on his collar, folded left cuff, cigarette between his index finger and middle finger, and his eyes were more deep and dark in the white smoke.

It seems that he noticed her eyes. Huo Tianqing raised his head and looked straight at her. To her eyes, his thin lips rose slightly, and then he directly put out the cigarette in his hand.

Under the gaze of Huo Tianqing's eyes, song Miao doesn't know how. His face is a little red. When he comes to him, he is embarrassed and asks, "why don't you call me? You must have been waiting here for a long time?"

The text message was sent half an hour ago, and on the ground Three or four cigarette ends have been thrown.

"Not long ago." Huo Tianqing thin lip hook hook, directly to the co driver's door to open.

Song Miao wants to sit in, but Huo Tianqing suddenly takes over her body and kisses her on the forehead. Then he lets her go, "go in."

Song Miao is stunned, and then looks at Huo Tianqing's dark eyes. In front of the man's eyes, like magic in general, so that every time she looked in, she felt as if he could not come out.

There was a low laugh in his ear. Song Miao felt that the root of his ear was a little hot, so he quickly sat in.

The car started soon and the engine left.

As soon as song Miao got on the bus, she found several beautiful rose branches under the front windshield. She was a little surprised. She took one and looked at it. She said with a smile, "this rose was born very late."

"Do you like it?" The man who was driving next to her didn't look at her at the beginning. His side cheek was cold but with a trace of deliberate tenderness.

"I like it." Song Miao took the other two flower branches into his hands, his eyes bent into crescent moon with a smile, "did you give them to me?"

"Well." Huo Tianqing sees the smile on Song Miao's face. He feels soft. He doesn't have his right hand to drive. He reaches over and holds song Miao's left hand.

Her left hand, the ring naturally came into his eyes, Huo Tianqing holding her hand, can not help but pinch her palm.

Song Miao felt happy and satisfied. She held the flower branch hand carefully, but she was stabbed by the flower.

Rose thorns or sharp hard, it is estimated that just picked down not long. Glancing at the man driving next to him, song Miao suddenly turns over the hand holding his hand and looks down carefully.As if knowing her intention, Huo Tianqing quietly wants to take her hand away, but song Miao doesn't let him. Seeing that his beautiful finger belly is obviously pierced by rose thorns, song Miao's eyebrows and eyes scratch a trace of heartache, "how can you be a little bit careless?"

Her voice contains worry, Huo Tianqing simply will not hand to take away, light way: "a little small wound."

At the moment, on his right index finger, there is a cut scratched by a flower thorn. When he heard song Yan say that song's only her, he pinched the flower branch in his hand for a moment, and accidentally stabbed it hard to cut it.

Song Miao glared at him and said, "it's a big wound to have blood flowing across it!"

Huo Tianqing leaned to her ear and said, "Miaomiao, give me a baby."

His breath was blowing beside her ears. Song Miao was itching, and her body was shaking slightly.

Hearing Huo Tianqing's words, she was stunned. Then she buried her face in his chest and said in a soft voice: -- Good

Having a child with Huo Tianqing sounds like It seems very good.

Song Miao was filled with a feeling of happiness when he thought that a small steamed bun would soon be taken good care of by them.

Huo Tianqing hears song Miao's reply, the corner of his mouth rises slightly, and hugs her more tightly.

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