"Orange Orange ... you talk! How? Just for this matter, don't you want to recognize my mother?"
Xia Yuman held the phone tightly, and it was still a word.
Sometimes it is like this, what about you, that heart is not feeling.
"Orange Orange! I am sad if you lose your child! Do you think I am not sad? You ask your brother, how many times I cried for this matter. Orange and orange ..."
On the other side of the mobile phone, Jian Yuwei cried sadly. It was really sad, without any pretending.
As she cried, she also talked about what she had before, and said how she loved her children. Xia Yuman kept listening quietly without talking.
"Say! What are the things to find me?" San Yuwei calmed down a little bit, Xia Yu Orange asked. According to Jian Yuwei's personality, looking for her can not only apologize and care.
Jian Yuwei twitched, and it took a while to slow down, saying, "Didn't you say that the last time you would transfer the company to your brother?"
"Hmm!" This time was messy, Xia Yu Orange had forgotten this, "I will give me my brother."
"A while ago, I also asked a lawyer to consult, can you come out? Let's meet again?"
"..."
"Orange orange, can you meet your mother? I miss you too! You said that the small production happened, and I didn't take care of it by you, I am worried about you!"
"He took care of me very well!" In fact, in the month after childbirth, the wind did not see her. Isn't these also worshiped my mother?
Thinking of this, her heart hurts.
You should know how sad she was during that time. Obviously, the man who needed the beloved most was comforting by her, but she had to bear the hate of the man for her mother. She didn't know how she had survived it.
"Orange Orange, see one side! The lawyer's side, I have made an appointment! I will be waiting for you in the lawyer building of Zheng Tianhe tomorrow morning, see orange orange, you must come, you must come!
It's hung! "
Before Xia Yu Orange agreed, Jian Yuwei had already hung up the phone, and she was afraid to hear Xia Yu Orange's rejection.
Xia Yu Orange threw the phone on the coffee table, and after a while, he got up and walked to the desk, and continued to draw with a computer.
Nympho
"How? Still working hard?" I don't know how long, the sound of the wind sounded in her ear.
She quickly looked up and looked at the hanging clock on the wall, and it was six o'clock.
"It's going to get off work?" Xia Yuyan smiled and released the mouse.
Feng Yan walked behind her, looking at the computer screen, the renderings she drawn, sighing again and again: "It's really beautiful!"
"Don't look at it, it's a sketch, it's not formed yet!" After that, she turned off the window, then stood up, and asked his tie with his hands to ask, "I have something to discuss with you."
"Oh? Seeing you so solemn, I am so stressed!" Feng Yan held the hand that put it on his chest and squeezed it hard, "Say! What is it?"
"Isn't Grandma not in the intensive care unit? Can I go and see with you? I do n’t talk, just look at her old man, can I look at her old man?" Xia Yu Orange's tone was very sincere, I was very sincere.
Fujiwara's condition is the heart of the wind, and her heart disease.
Feng Yan looked down at her, silent for a long time, and said, "A few days!"