If it were before, such an action would have been easy for him.
However, after being decadent for half a year, his physical strength is no longer as strong as before. In addition, his foot injury and anxiety are dragged down, his movements become very difficult at this time.
After several attempts and struggles, he finally took himself into a wheelchair and rushed out of the house.
Lin Qianqian, you, a dead woman, dare to run away, and you dare to misunderstand him.
Her expression just now kept replaying in her mind. When she saw Xu Shan, her little face was exactly the same as when she saw him and Chai Jiao on CHANG three years ago.
It was a feeling of disappointment, heartache, anger and incredible entanglement.
She said she didn't love him, she said she couldn't forget what Chai Jiao was doing, she said she didn't want to love him anymore.
But in fact, it was not. He saw the painful and desperate expression on her face, and he knew that she loved him.
Just as she loved him three years ago.
Only by loving him would she be so angry, heartbroken and desperate.
Yan Mubei was happy with this discovery, but was even more worried that history would repeat itself, and that stupid woman would leave him desperately.
Half a year ago she said she didn't love him, she said she didn't want to be with him, and cried and begged him to let her go.
She cried so desolately, and his heart was broken by her crying, so he reluctantly accepted her and let her have a way out.
The consequence of giving her a way out is that she lives in endless darkness and is depressed and unhappy.
Suddenly he realized that this was not the case. It turned out that she loved her.
There is no reason why Yan Mubei is unhappy.
"Mr. Yan, please be slower and be careful of the sofa." Xu Shan ran forward and grabbed the back handle of his wheelchair, deliberately dragging it hard to prevent him from leaving: "Be careful, don't touch your feet."
Yan Mubei was anxious and thoughtful. After Xu Shan shouted, the corner of his wheelchair really hit him.
I don’t know if his remote control is not correct, or if Xu Shan got the wrong position when pulling the wheelchair.
After a few fights, his car could not drive out of the sofa.
Yan Mubei was so anxious that he cursed.
...
Besides, Lin Qianqian ran out of the big house, and tears in her eyes were surging.
She felt that she was a fool, and she would cry for Yan Mubei today.
What's wrong with her?
Have you been fucked?
She buried her face on the side of her son's face, preventing him from seeing her tears, biting her lips tightly, preventing herself from crying.
Colin really wanted to go back to see his father, but when he left the house, he saw his father fall down.
It seems to be hurting when it falls.
"Mommy..." Then his words stopped.
He felt the neck wet.
Mommy is crying!?
He twisted his little body and wanted to raise his head to look at it, but Lin Qianqian pressed his little head hard and refused to let him see it.
"Mommy, are you crying?" He asked in a childhood, touching his little hand that reached towards his mother's face.
Sure enough, he felt a wet look on his face.
"Mommy didn't cry, Colin, be good." Lin Qianqian quickly pulled down his hand, and her steps became more urgent.
Running desperately in such a mess.
Her car was parked at the door of the villa, and Jiang Siqiong and Betty were waiting for them in the car. Seeing them running over, Betty's head appeared from the window and waved: "Little brother, here."
The small side door of the villa was opened, and four security guards were standing there to guard. In addition, there were bodyguards patrolling in the villa, which happened to pass there.