I'm standing in front of you, how much do you think I still look like before?
Zhuo Jian turned to look at him, his eyes were filled with ice.
She lowered her eyes, held up her skirt and walked hard towards him.
The coat on her shoulders was still his suit.
I was too anxious at the time.
But at this point, it's no longer important.
He doesn't care about a coat.
He stood there without taking another step in front of her.
"It's your choice to stay. No matter what happens in the future, you will suffer it yourself."
Fu Yanye looked down at her and reminded her indifferently.
Will you have to bear whatever happens in the future?
She can bear anything, as long as she is allowed to see her child.
Children cannot lose their father, and naturally they cannot lose their mother.
She thought that if she became a parent, those loves would no longer be important.
She once spurned women who would not divorce for the sake of their children.
But now, I have followed in the footsteps of these women.
Or maybe this is life.
She did it voluntarily.
Zhuo Jian looked at his back, then held up the hem of her skirt and followed him forward.
She prepared for the worst, but...
But the elevator is closed.
His dark eyes stared at her, as if he wanted to push her away as far as the Milky Way.
Zhuo Jian's heart skipped two beats and he almost couldn't recover.
What does he want to do?
He can't do that.
A gust of cold wind blew by, and she looked at the closed door, realizing that she might not be able to get even his hypocritical care.
if only......
But when she went downstairs, she found that the children were gone.
She searched all the bedrooms upstairs. Not only was the child gone, but her aunt and bodyguard were also not there.
She called, but Yuan Man's cell phones were all turned off.
She finally became anxious and saw the living room from upstairs.
He was the only one sitting on the sofa, lighting up a cigarette.
"Where are the children?"
Zhuo Jian ran down, strode up to him, and asked him anxiously.
Fu Yanye took a puff of cigarette, threw the lighter aside, then leaned inside, looking at her with dark eyes.
At this time, one of them is the master with insight and strategizing, and the other is a little house bird about to be locked in a cage.
Zhuo Jian didn't realize that yet. She was just worried about the children and took another step forward.
"Where the hell did you hide them?"
He doesn't want her to see the child again, does he?
If he dared to do that, she would fight him tooth and nail.
But he took a drag on his cigarette and stared at her through the clouds and mist, as if he were staring at his prey that was covered in wounds and could no longer escape.
There was no emotion in his eyes, cold and cruel.
Even if she bursts into tears, even if she is heartbroken.
He looked at her and saw that the coat she was wearing was his, the ring she was wearing was his, that she had cut off the long hair he liked, and that she was taking his child to elope with a man who flew a helicopter.
Um.
This woman deserves to die.
The huge living room suddenly became quiet.
The two looked at each other for a while, then she walked up to him with her long skirt in hand, bent down and squatted down.
She held his arm and looked at him pitifully with clear eyes.
Time passed by, and Zhuo Jian shivered when he looked at her.
The surroundings were so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. In the past few minutes, she had been roaring hysterically in her heart, but in the end, she could only plead so humbly in front of him.