A group of four people left the mall. Miao Xiuzhen and the other three were still immersed in excitement.
"Third sister, you must work harder. Even if you can't become Leng Yan's wife, it's not bad to be her lover. He's too generous."
Zhang Sanmei's lips moved slightly, but she ignored Miao Xiuzhen's words. Her eyes drifted into the distance, and a glimmer of light emerged from her eyes.
To be a lover? This is not her goal. Although she can get a lot of wealth even if she is Leng Yan's lover, but these are nothing compared to the wife of the president of Dingsheng International Group.
"Third sister, what are you thinking about?" Seeing Zhang Sanmei not speaking, Miao Xiuzhen and the other three stopped talking immediately and looked at her anxiously. As time went by, their contact with Zhang Sanmei was no longer the same as before.
It seemed like he was casual, but he felt a slight sense of awe from the bottom of his heart, and this awe became deeper and deeper.[
"nothing."
Zhang Sanmei shook her head and looked away.
But when she withdrew her gaze, a gleam of light in her eyes merged with the night sky, and a voice sounded from the bottom of her heart: Mrs. President of Dingsheng International Group, I am determined to win, and no one can stop her, not even you, Luo Ning, I hope.
You'd better completely cut off all contact with Leng Yan, otherwise I won't mind using some means!
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In the following period, Zhang Sanmei became more and more ardent towards Leng Yan. On the one hand, she pretended to be nice in front of Leng Yan, and on the other hand, she looked for opportunities to develop a deeper relationship with him. However, the effect was not good. Leng Yan's attitude towards her,
There wasn't much change. Although he was still her girlfriend in name, he didn't live up to the name at all. All he could think of was Luo Ning, and the indifferent little girl with pink makeup and jade whom he had only met once.
Whenever he thought of Xiao Leng Dan calling him daddy, and that he, Luo Ning and Xiao Leng Dan were sitting in the car together, as harmonious and harmonious as a family, he felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart, and the look on his face also changed.
As a result, he softened a lot, and the smile, an expression that had been absent from him for a long time, once again climbed onto his cheeks.
"It would be great if... Xiao Lengdan was really my son."
Thinking of the time when the little guy looked at him with big, watery eyes and asked him if he didn't like him anymore, Leng Yan's heart was filled with pity. The little guy was so cute and talkative that it was heartbreaking. Sometimes he just
I can't help but fantasize about how wonderful it would be if my cold father was no longer around, or even if I was his father...
Once again, he thought of Xiao Leng Lan and how pitiful he looked when he couldn't see his father. The struggles and entanglements in Leng Yan's heart receded like the tide. What morals and responsibilities, what about having a girlfriend, and other scruples and shackles,
Thinking of the little indifferent little body, walking
I cried silently outside the crowd, looking with hope and envy at the scene of other children playing and laughing with their fathers. These shackles seemed to have been weathered by countless years, and were as fragile as the thinnest ones.
Porcelain, with the slightest force, breaks into dust and scatters in the wind.
He wanted to see Xiao Lenglan again. This idea was so strong that it was like a reservoir that had been stored for a rainy season. Suddenly the gate opened and the flood poured out thousands of miles away. His thoughts were like this rushing flood, and in an instant
Reaching every cell in the body, nourishing every inch of eager flesh and blood...