She closed the door gently, but stood at the door for a long time, reluctant to leave. She always felt a lot of loss in her heart. It was a pity that this man was not hers.
He is also a dedicated man, which makes her very envious.
Su Zhetuo put down Xiang Qinglan's hand and stood up. He walked to the side and picked up the coffee that the flight attendant had just brought him. The cup was filled with the warmth of warm water, which could warm his fingers.
, he held the cup, his dark eyes slowly turned cold, and the coffee in his hand slowly lost its temperature.
Everything seemed to be going well, but there was an indescribable uneasiness in his heart. This was an instinctive sense of danger that he had developed when he took over the Su family.
What is it, what kind of feeling is it, is it Arthur Wyrie, or who is it? Putting down the coffee cup in his hand, he leaned his back against the cabinet on the side. This is the VIP cabin of the plane, so,
There were only two people inside, him and Xiang Qinglan. Naturally, no one looked at his confused expression at this time, which seemed to be something that shouldn't appear on him.
He closed his eyes slightly, but when he opened them, his eyes were filled with the calmness he always had.
The woman on the bed trembled her eyelashes slightly and moved her lips feebly, but she still did not wake up.
In the Huairui Castle, a tall shadow kept standing, as if he were just sitting on a cold statue. His jaw was tightly tensed, and along with his body, there was a slight hint of light in his dark green eyes.
Some desolation, as if he was the only one in the world. Lonely, lonely, and heartbroken.
"Lan, I'm sorry..." The man's blue lips kept opening and closing. The only word "Lan" on the left, right and left was the word "I'm sorry".
It doesn't take too much sorry to save everything.
There were two men standing in the distance. They could only look at him, torturing themselves as if they were self-torture.
"Boss has been standing here for several hours, hasn't he stood enough?" Fred tapped his feet from time to time, feeling that his feet were almost numb from the cold. Why is it so cold today, Boss?
This is pure torture. He stood for a few hours, and they stood for a few hours, freezing here with him. He was torturing himself, and they were also torturing themselves.
How could they be so pitiful and end up with such a boss?
Yin Sa didn't say anything. He kept standing on the side with his hands folded across his chest. He was always calm, and he just needed to stand. He didn't want to do anything else.
"Fred, have you brought the little master back?" Yin Sa raised his head and asked Fred who seemed to be a little restless. Hearing his voice, Fred was stunned for a moment. He shook his head, "I haven't found the doctor at the hospital.
He said that the child died after birth because he was afraid of irritating the pregnant woman, so..."
At this point, he had nothing to say.
Perhaps the child has been thrown away, and no one can know where it was thrown, because no one has ever seen the child again. His poor little master, originally he would have been a happy child, but now, he can't even see it.
Home is gone.
Yin Sa pursed her lips slightly, and her eyes grew darker, "Is it a boy or a girl?" He never deliberately checked the gender of the child in Qing Lan's belly, because to him, it was a boy.
Girls are all the same.
However, this time, he wanted to know whether it was a boy or a girl. At the very least, he wanted to know whether he had lost the little master or the little princess, as well as the little hope in his heart, Xiao Guai
Could it be...because the time is so close.
"The doctor said it was a baby boy, only weighing a little over three pounds. Because he was born prematurely and the child's body was extremely weak, he did not survive after birth," Fred said. His mouth was always dry, and he licked it.
When I touched my lips, I felt a bitter taste in my mouth.
"Actually, you should know Xiang Qinglan's body better than I do. Our little master is very weak." Fred looked at Yin Sa, his eyes as dark as the night, and his long eyelashes blinked slightly, as if
After a blink of an eye, he was helpless. He failed to find the child and tried all kinds of methods, because no one saw where the child had gone. The last person who saw the child was Su Zhetuo, so they could only
I would ask him, but at present, this is impossible.
Yin Sa nodded lightly. Indeed, that child would not live well. He had already thought of it. He would be born at 7 months. For him, that would be the day of death. Unless he met Yin Sa, it was just his
The little master was not so lucky.
And it was a boy, so it couldn't be Xiaoguai, because the Xiaoguai he picked up was a little girl. Although she was also born prematurely and was abandoned in the same way, he no longer believed that their little master would be so good.
of luck.
He straightened his body and walked past Fred, but Fred held on to his clothes and said, "Boy, where are you going? You're not going to leave me here alone. I'll be scared."
Fred had a look of reluctance on his face. He didn't want to stay here alone. It was almost freezing here. If there was no one to talk to and feel comfortable with, he would definitely freeze into a popsicle tomorrow.
Yin Sa turned around and just glanced at Fred, "Don't you have a mobile phone? There are many people who want to chat with you." He just pulled off his clothes, turned around and continued walking, because his
Xiaoguai should get an injection.
After walking a few steps, he stopped and looked at Arthur with a complicated look. Master, what are you going to do? What's the use of such a punishment? With a soft sigh, he looked at his
Walking to the laboratory, he didn't pay any attention to Fred's cannibalistic look.
"Who is he? He is such a bastard and doesn't take care of his elders." Fred kicked the pillar next to him, but soon he looked at his feet and almost screamed in pain.
What kind of pillar is this? Why is there something wrong with it? It has to grow here. He stretched out his right foot again, but this time he didn't kick it down. It hurt one foot, and it hurt the other one.
, he is not an idiot.
He leaned his back against the pillar, tapped his feet, and continued to accompany such a frustrated man.