After saying that, he walked straight out of everyone's sight without looking back.
An unexpected farce came and went quickly, but it created a huge wave like a pebble thrown across a calm lake.
But people outside feel as if they have experienced a storm and are extremely cold inside.
Wen Xihe lowered his head and walked silently in front of Second Young Master Zhuang. The air at night was always very cold, and bursts of wind passed by the two of them, adding to the coldness of the entire city.
Behind him, Second Young Master Zhuang took a few steps to try to keep up with Wen Xihe [
"Xihe"
The man shouted softly for a long time but did not get any response from Wen Xihe. She heard the voice of Second Young Master Zhuang, but even Wen Xihe herself did not understand what kind of mentality she had at that time. I feel like I don't want to talk to the extreme.
So much so that her steps only paused but showed no signs of stopping.
In the cool night, Wen Xihe walked quickly and hurriedly, as if there was some ferocious beast behind him, as if he would be eaten alive if he didn't do this.
"Xihe"
Behind him, Second Young Master Zhuang took a few steps to catch up with Wen Xihe. Before she could stand still, she had already taken off her suit jacket and put it on Wen Xihe's shoulders.
"You don't have to be like this." After saying this, Wen Xihe beside him finally stopped.
But she didn't want to respond to Mr. Zhuang's words at all. She paused beside her and looked down at the outside draped on Zi's shoulders and said softly.
"Thank you" after saying that, he took another step, "Let's go and take me back to Wen's house."
A short sentence that was very ordinary and completely devoid of emotion.
Only then did Second Young Master Zhuang really realize that something was wrong with Wen Xihe. He stood there and looked at the back of the woman who was hurriedly trying to leave here, his brows furrowed.
In the night, the woman's petite and slender back looks like it is dyed with a haze, which makes it somewhat difficult to see clearly.
"I don't know." Wen Xihe raised his head and looked calmly at the hazy night with no horizon in sight, and raised his hand to touch his chest.
She didn't know anything and didn't want to delve into it, but when facing He Mingjue, the man's love words pierced Wen Xihe's heart like a sharp sword.
To this day she can still really feel the pain
The Second Young Master Zhuang behind him sighed, "Xi He, why are you so hard on yourself? You know very well that those are not what I mean." After saying this, even the Second Young Master Zhuang himself frowned.
But saying something like that, no matter what the purpose is, is too hurtful [
Everyone knows that Wen Xihe really cares about it and takes it to heart.
For a moment, I felt that such a thing was somewhat cruel. Looking at Wen Xihezhuang, the second young master who was about to become the mother of a child, he felt that he felt uncomfortable in his heart, but he didn’t know how to enlighten him.
"You also know what Xihe's situation is now. You know that this belongs only to Jue."
Wen Xihe in front suddenly spoke up and abruptly interrupted Second Young Master Zhuang's words. The sound of Wen Xihe sniffing could be heard in the air. At the end, she turned around and spoke to Second Young Master Zhuang across the night.
"I know," she said, placing her hands on her still flat belly, but her heart felt like a galloping army.
"You forgot that I promised him that I would trust him no matter what decision he made."
Will also wait
only
It's like a man's cold eyebrows, even though he knows it's just an act
How many times did Wen Xihe feel that his heart was hurt?
responsibility
I hope this is just the most dramatic word for He Mingjue.
If not
He Mingjue, you will never know how cruel it is to tell me the truth.
The elongated black car just stopped outside the door of She's house. The people inside seemed to be unable to wait and opened the door and jumped out.
The tall man rushed straight to the hall in the distance, just thinking that he could see the person he loved as soon as possible
I'm afraid today's farce may have hurt her heart a little bit.
Even when his Xixi knows everything
Rushing all the way into the hall, He Mingjue even looked at the two women sitting in the living room. When he saw that they were not the people he wanted to see, he turned around and ran straight towards the stairs.
"Xixi
She Ling's somewhat cold voice suddenly came from behind, but now she can no longer feel too many emotions [
"Don't look for it
He Mingjue's steps suddenly stopped and he quickly turned to look at She Ling.
With Feng Shaolan's support, She Ling stood up from the sofa and walked slowly to the stairs. She looked at her tall son from the bottom up, "Zhuang Er already picked her up this morning. Isn't that what you meant?"
He Mingjue's hand that was lying on the stairs loosened and he fell straight down, as if he had lost his soul for a moment.
"it's me"
He even forgot that it was he who ordered Zhuang Er to take her away from him early.
Now he himself has forgotten it first
He Mingjue sneered and mocked himself secretly as he turned around and went downstairs. Only then did he suppress all his emotions and go all the way downstairs.
Downstairs, She Ling was looking at her son with slightly squinted eyes.
He should always be like this. Apart from Wen Xihe, there is probably no one else in the world who can make him lose control of his emotions.
After going downstairs, He Mingjue's face had returned to its previous calmness when he passed She Ling's face, but his brows furrowed when his eyes passed by She Ling's face.
"I'm not letting you have a good rest."
Such concern is well hidden and even extremely plain, but after decades of seeing mother and son confront each other upon meeting, this is already the warmest moment for She Ling.
She even gave a rare smile to He Mingjue. "Zhu" is just a burden that may drag others to death in a short time.
Seeing that Hemingjue was still frowning, Sheling followed him closely, one after another, and spoke again before Hemingjue sat down on the sofa.
"Did she tell you?"
He Mingjue turned around and looked at his mother with raised eyebrows, "What?"
She Ling was shocked, "She's pregnant."
He Mingjue felt a chill quickly flowing through his limbs and bones. Others had already rushed to his mother.