I cried to the end, I couldn't breathe, and I couldn't finish my words.

Su Wanzheng felt that she should really go and present a Magnolia Award, she blocked her eyes with her arms, and secretly observed the man's expression in the gap.

His eyes darkened, apparently frightened by her.

Pinching his fingers and counting, the sleeping pills are almost 30 minutes into the lower abdomen, and it is time to have a seizure.

However, at this moment, an unexpected bell interrupted everything.

The man put her on the couch, smoked a few pieces of paper, and picked up the phone while wiping her tears.

I was going to hang up, but when I saw the caller ID, I pressed connect.

"Hello?"

Holding his phone, he turned and walked straight to the balcony.

At the same time, the paper that wiped her tears fell to the ground.

Su Wanzheng knelt on the sofa, a self-deprecating smile on her lips. She redrew a few sheets of paper and wiped away her tears.

He stood on the balcony sideways, his short hair fluttering in the night breeze, and the curvature of his face was like a delicately carved handiwork.

Su Wanzheng has attended banquets with her grandfather, and has seen all kinds of dignitaries and nobles, but no one has ever been as handsome as him.

Before finally hanging up the phone, Su Wanzheng saw his lips and said, "Wait for me."

Xi Jiangran focused on the content on the other end of the phone, a trace of warmth in his narrow black eyes, and he didn't notice the sight outside the glass window.

He put away his phone and went out again, and saw that she had cleaned up and sat there, with red eyes and a well-behaved posture hugging her knees.

"Finished crying?" he said, looking down and picking up the paper on which she was wiping her tears.

Su Wanzheng was too lazy to continue acting.

Her eyes were low, and a hint of sarcasm fell on him: "It's just one night, Miss Song is not happy?"

"It's Koizumi. ”

The man picked up the coat from her knees and draped it over her body, "Ryuxing is in the hospital, the child is crying alone at home, I have to rush over now." ”

Su Wanzheng pursed her lips, lowered her head and brushed her hair, no wonder she was in such a hurry, it turned out that her son had an accident.

"Are you still out then?"

His thin lips twitched, he touched the cigarette in his pocket, but did not answer.

Su Wanzheng could already guess his answer, and sneered, how could he leave his son to work at home alone.

It's ironic enough to think about it, she tried her best to keep him down, both soft and hard, but it couldn't withstand a phone call from a five-year-old child and a "daddy".

Thinking of this, a ridiculous idea popped into her mind.

If she also gave birth to Xi Jiangran's child, would she have a chance to keep his heart?

"What about me?"

Su Wanzheng's eyes were empty, she laughed at herself, raised her chin, and her eyes that had just cried were like the sky that had been washed, clean and clear.

Xi Jiangran looked at her and paused, and then said, "I'll let the driver take you home." ”

After saying this, he left the mansion.

When the driver came to the mansion to pick up Su Wanzheng, she had already passed the airport security check.

Sitting in front of the huge glass of the airport, she looked at the dark night sky, her heart as if it had been hollowed out, filled with endless loneliness.

——

The next day, the news of the signing of the contract between Kim and Ling Rui boiled over the entire business circle.

Su Wanzheng woke up at noon, and as soon as she turned on her mobile phone, she was bombarded with all kinds of blessing calls, and even many colleagues she didn't know well also sent WeChat congratulations.

She rested her elbows on her forehead and flipped them one by one with a blank expression.

After flipping through the 99+ news, and then turning to the circle of friends, when I slid down mechanically, my fingers suddenly stopped and stopped at a familiar avatar.

A meteor in the night sky.

Song Liuxing's circle of friends was posted at half past one in the morning, and it was a photo with low pixels.

In the dimly lit and cramped room, a fair, thin boy slept soundly, holding a toy in his left hand and a bony hand in his right hand.

That hand, she had also held tightly.

Song Liuxing's accompanying text is: Grateful for everything God has given.

Su Wanzheng stared until her eyes almost didn't recognize these words, then she silently closed the screen and pinched the bridge of her tired nose.