Wen Weichen smiled and stroked Jiang Xiyan's head. Such words really made him lose hope: "It's right to be good to you. Who is your princess? Don't think too much, I won't
I am forcing you to do so. From now on, I will stay with you and Master in England. No one will disturb you, and we will be very happy."
Jiang Xiyan just ate the food in her mouth. For Wen Weichen, she was destined to be unable to give her lover's affection.
Yang Bojun was holding the cooked soup. After the three of them put it down in a hurry, they stopped talking. In the restaurant, there was the sound of the intimate collision of bowls and chopsticks and the sound of chewing food.
Pan Hong reported the situation here to Nangong Ling again. Nangong Ling in Dongcheng City was now also worried about Jiang Xiyan's final decision. Pan Hong hesitated to speak, but finally told what he saw and heard: "
Brother Ling, Secretary Jiang seems to be pregnant, and she went to the hospital for a check-up accompanied by her bodyguard a few days ago."
Like a bolt from the blue, Nangong Ling was shocked at work, and the pen in his hand fell to the ground unconsciously. Did Jiang Xiyan really want to leave him? Whose is the child in her belly? Wen Weichen
That's the first word that comes to mind.
After adjusting himself to a position, Nangong Ling didn't believe it, but he also knew that the news was true. He had always believed in Pan Jiang and Du Zhibin's words, just as he believed in himself: "Come back, Dongcheng side
There are still things that need to be dealt with, so don’t alert the enemy yet."
Pan Hong agreed, and then withdrew the guardian assigned to Jiang Xiyan. He had always obeyed Nangong Ling's decision.
Wen Weichen quickly used the funds in his hands to register a trading company. He was relatively familiar with Britain, and the company quickly got on track. However, during this period, he had less time to accompany Jiang Xiyan and Yang Bojun.
Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, summer has turned to autumn, the season of falling leaves, and clean white clouds can be seen everywhere in the sky. However, after an autumn rain, it always brings a bit of coolness.
Nangong Ling sat in a villa in the city with a glass of wine. Jiang Xiyan used to be here, and they also devoted themselves passionately here. But as time went by, everything changed. There was no sound, and there was no sound here.
It became a deserted place to live. Thinking of the scene when the two had breakfast together, Jiang Xiyan's busy background seemed to still be spinning in this space.
Putting the wine glass on the table, Nangong Ling began to hate his increasingly sentimental character. He couldn't think about that girl anymore. Maybe she was having breakfast with Wen Weichen now, or the two of them were going to the hospital for a check-up.
Just as she had the desire to go out, An Leer's red Ferrari was parked at the gate. She was wearing seven-inch high heels. Nangong Ling did give her a good space for development. In the past two months, she has been all over the world.
Bei Feifei, one film and television production after another made her unable to stop. Today she finally returned to Dongcheng and asked for leave from the crew specifically because she wanted to come and see the man who made her dream about her day and night.
Hearing the doorbell, Nangong Ling opened the door generously. The car did not drive in. An Leer walked towards the living room on the bluestone road. Although it was autumn, the fallen leaves did not add loneliness to the courtyard, but added a few more
Very comfortable.
Walking to the living room and opening the door, the smile on An Leer's face was still bright. Seeing Nangong Ling sitting on the sofa playing with the precious little objects in her hands, her heart moved even more. A small movement, an unintentional
The look in her eyes has now become the driving force for her pursuit.
Without saying hello to Nangong Ling, An Leer sat next to him, leaning her head gently on this strong and generous shoulder. She was also tired. She especially wanted to find someone to rely on now, with a sweet voice like jade beads.
Then he blurted out: "Ling, I'm back. I miss you, especially you. Don't let me leave you for such a long time again, okay?"
Nangong Ling stood up, and An Leer fell down on the sofa. He was as ruthless as him, and he would not want a life without real feelings. The kindness he treated An Leer before was just the confusion when he first fell in love. He now knows what he wants.
Yes, when he saw those charming eyes, he no longer had the urge to be tempted: "I will come here less often in the future. I have said that there is no need for us to have any more involvement. I will try my best to help you with the reputation you want.
You're done."
An Leer sat up straight. She did not flinch because of Nangong Ling's words. She worked hard for things in the past and succeeded. Now, she can also fight for love. At least their relationship was not a wisp of smoke. Her fingers caressed her.
The smile on Liu Hai's face has not disappeared: "When I left you, you said that you would agree to any request I have, except for giving me this opportunity to get ahead, so I ask you now, let me
If you stay by your side, I will be a good and considerate wife, Ling, I am back, I am really back."
Nangong Ling felt very ridiculous. At this moment, she remembered her love five years ago. In her eyes, what kind of position did he have? She picked up the car keys on the table and walked out.
An Leer, who was behind her, saw Nangong Ling's movements and stood up. She ran a few steps and hugged his waist tightly from behind. Her eyes were full of determination: "Don't go, please, Jiang Xiyan is pregnant."
Now, you and Wen Weichen are living their two-person world in the UK. Why can't you let her go? She can't admire you at all."
Nangong Ling stood there motionless, letting the woman behind him hold her tightly. An Leer saw that Nangong Ling did not refuse, and his actions made her even more thought-provoking. She freed up one hand to take off her coat, revealing the clothes inside.
The long suspender skirt exposed a large area of beautiful breasts.
The slender hand with jade fingers slowly held Nangong Ling's chest, then walked up to him with small steps, raised her head, offered her red lips, closed her eyes slightly, raised her toes and pressed them against his thick lips.
, she hasn’t tasted the smell there for a long time.
Nangong Ling turned sideways to avoid An Le'er's move. His heart was really calm now. Even such a wonderful temptation could not arouse his desire. An Le'er fell into his arms and stretched out his arms.
He straightened the delicate body with his big palm, and then said with a cold face: "If you want to live in this villa, you can stay here. Also, I said, don't get entangled in it anymore, no."
meaningful."
He took his hands back from An Leer's shoulders, and without looking at her again, he strode towards the door.
The engine outside the house rang, echoing in the empty castle. It was not until the sound gradually disappeared that An Leer fell to the ground. Tears were salty at this time. Only those who have experienced it can appreciate this almost desperate feeling.