She stood up and walked directly to Xiang Qinglan. She looked at this thin and pitiful woman with such a body and a child. Arthur, Arthur, you are in love with another woman now. I never expected that,
The person you actually love the most is now pregnant with your child. Maybe your child will call someone else's father soon. It turns out that it's not just me who plots against you, but others too.
This kind of thing is really fun, really.
"Xiang Qinglan, you may not know that he took that woman back to England. They will get married and have children in the future, and you and your children can only watch their happiness. That woman took away your
everything."
She said coldly, like a cold wind of early spring carrying the chill of winter, piercing straight into Xiang Qinglan's heart.
Really, gone? Back to England. It was a very far away place. When Xiang Qinglan looked out the window, she could see nothing in the transparent sky that day.
She said that he loved that woman very much.
She said they would get married and have children.
And she was just a corner he forgot, with a humble existence, and her children were just motes in his eyes.
She kept her eyes open, but a tear quickly fell from the corner of her eye and fell on her hand. Her hand shook and she smiled bitterly.
"Xiang Qinglan, I will take you to find him, ask him, and let him restore your memory." Wang Xiaolan has been staring at the woman in front of her. Seeing her in pain and crying, she feels particularly excited.
, particularly happy.
Everything Arthur gave her, she would get back in this woman.
Xiang Qinglan turned around and looked at her. Wang Xiaolan jumped suddenly when she saw those eyes that were clean from beginning to end without any impurities.
"Why?" Her lips moved very slowly, but Wang Xiaolan could see her mouth shape clearly this time.
"I'm not doing it for you, I'm doing it for myself, because someone has taken my place, because that person has taken over your identity."
"You are the reason for everything."
Wang Xiaolan held her hand tightly by her side, and the obvious hatred in her eyes made Xiang Qinglan take a step back.
She doesn't understand what her identity is and what occupies her identity.
"You don't need to understand, you just need to tell me whether you want to go or not. I can let you go to England and let you meet him, but whether you can make him think of you or not depends on your ability."
Wang Xiaolan continued to speak, but she did not miss any of Xiang Qinglan's expressions. As long as she loves Arthur, as long as she loves him a little bit, then she will definitely agree.
She turned around and her burgundy hair slipped in the air. It seemed to be the smell of perfume, which was very strong and made Xiang Qinglan feel uncomfortable.
"Xiang Qinglan, you only have this one chance. If you don't have this chance, then your child will have no father in the future." A sound like a curse passed into Xiang Qinglan's ears, and she placed
He held the hand in front of him. It was the only chance that the baby had no father.
She looked at the figure who had disappeared through the door, sitting feebly on the hospital bed, her hands holding her head, why, why should she be forced.
She could really watch Qing marry another woman, watch Pu Jin love Qing with all her heart, watch Qing love her with all her life, and then completely disappear into each other's world.
Baby, what do you think mother should do? How should she do it?
She murmured to herself unconsciously. In fact, she had never given up, let alone forgotten.
If the Qing she loved with all her heart really didn't come back, she would die of heartache.
The sky where the winter snow has just melted is cold, but it is very clean. The sunshine is exceptionally bright, and it is projected on the huge glass curtain, making people feel that this winter is finally over.
In a towering building, in the office of President Su on the tenth floor, at 12 o'clock on time, Su Zhetuo had packed everything, and there was a thermos flask on his desk. In this place full of business
There seems to be some incongruity in the localization.
He piled all the documents on the table aside, picked up the thermos bottle on the table, measured the temperature with his finger, and then put it on his face. Fortunately, it still felt warm. It was winter.
Everything will get cold quickly, but he hopes that as long as people's hearts don't get cold so quickly.
With a bang, his office door was forcefully opened from the outside again.
Su Zhetuo looked at the person who walked in. There was not much emotion on his face, but there was an obvious displeasure in his eyes.
"Tuo, there are urgent documents, you have to take a look first."
Yu Wenchen stared at the thermos bottle in his hand, but could only smile awkwardly. He was unwilling to touch this nail, but if he didn't go to hell, who would?
It was obvious that he could only do this, since he was the poor cannon fodder.
"Leave it alone, I'll come over and take a look in the afternoon," he picked up the thermos bottle and walked directly past Yu Wenchen without even looking at the document in his hand.
No matter how much money you make, if no one comes to share it, it will be like a zero. He has enough money and does not need to work so hard.
"You are really a wife slave," Yu Wenchen looked at the document in his hand and sighed helplessly.
But Su Zhetuo raised his eyebrows. In fact, he still liked the word wife and slave, so he accepted it...
Only when you have a wife will you become a slave, and he is willing to become this slave. As long as she marries him again, he is very willing even if she has to be a wife slave for the rest of her life.
Yu Wenchen stared at the absent-minded smile on Su Zhetuo's face, and sighed helplessly. It is said that women's IQ will drop when they encounter love. It seems that men do too.
Love is really scary. Even a cold-blooded man like Su Zhetuo can become a wife slave. So if one day, he also meets...
He couldn't help but shudder, remembering that he was standing in the kitchen wearing an apron, and there was a beautiful leg on the sofa in the living room.
He holds a spatula in one hand and looks like a house cook.
"Honey, what do you want to eat today?" He smiled coquettishly..."
When Yu Wenchen thought of this, he shuddered hard again. He felt that his sky was about to fall. God, he didn't dare to think about it. He really didn't dare to think about it. He stretched out his hand to wipe away the layer of cold sweat on his forehead.
.
He still has a long life, and he is a full grown man. It is really miserable to be enslaved by a woman like this.