"I know it's my child, it's because he is my child, I'm his mother, I gave birth to him and raised him, can't I beat him?

The man's eyes were calm and his expression tightened: "Jiang Sheng, think about it yourself, are you a qualified mother? Have you treated him well since you were a child? You only have yourself in your eyes, you are the most selfish woman I have ever seen." "

Jiang Sheng seemed to be poked in the sore spot: "I, am I selfish?" she sneered, her eyebrows and eyes were a little terrifying. "You dog can bite people too, don't you? You have followed me for so many years, and you still have the courage to say that I am selfish? Do you think that I am not as good as I used to be, and even your dog can trample me under my feet. "

The man's expression was tense, and when he heard the word "dog", his fingers were clenched tightly, and the green tendons on the back of his hand were bulging.

Jiang Sheng said: "Do you think that if I don't end well, your end will be good? Believe it or not, if you make me anxious, I will tell Song Qingran that you are the father of this child! You are one of my dogs." A plaything, I really regret that I was too young and vigorous back then, and I knew that I shouldn't have given birth to this child for you, and I should have killed this child. "

While Jiang Sheng spoke, his eyes fell on the door.

The man had just let the child go, just because he didn't want the child to hear these hurtful and dirty words, and now he sighed in his heart, and when he looked back, the child was standing outside the door, standing quietly. There was no expression on his face, even a little blank, he heard everything.

The man really got angry at this time, and as soon as he grabbed Jiang Sheng's wrist, the strength in his hand gradually increased. The cold expression was even a little hideous: "Jiang Sheng, you don't have to say that you are so great, take back these words, don't hurt the child's heart." "

Jiang Sheng didn't listen to it, she didn't take this man who had always been her bodyguard in her eyes at all, he used to be one of her dogs, and when she grew up, she was open to sex and happy, so she regarded him as her bed partner. It's just that then she unexpectedly became pregnant, pregnant with his child.

She didn't like children and didn't want to be a mother, but at that time, Nanbei was pregnant, and she was engaged to Song Qingran again, she needed the child in her belly to block Nanbei and deceive the Jiang and Song families, so that she and Song Qingran could get married smoothly.

Moreover, she is very playful, isn't Song Qingran cold and indifferent to her? Then she will cuckold him and let him like to be a father, only such a secret joy can bring her pleasure.

The thrill of revenge.

The bodyguard has followed her for many years, how could he not understand her thoughts, he coldly hooked the corners of his lips: "Do you think Mr. Song doesn't know the truth?"

He said. His expression flashed hideous, and he directly dragged Jiang Sheng inside, and threw the door shut.

The light in the room was half bright and half dark, and his voice was a little colder: "Mr. Song already knew, but he didn't want to hurt innocent children......"

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Sheng sneered, and she didn't believe it: "You said that Song Qingran didn't want to hurt the child?

Disappointment flashed in the man's eyes: "Jiang Sheng, you caused Song Qingran to lose a child, and he didn't want to hurt this child because of that child." "

"You think I'm vicious, don't you?"

The man's eyes were forbearing: "Isn't it?"

"Are you qualified to dislike your master as a dog?" Jiang Sheng laughed, "Could it be that you want to be Song Qingran's dog now?"

The man's eyes were terrifyingly dark. Jiang Sheng had a feeling that he was going to hit her, but after a while, he didn't say anything, slammed the door and left.

Jiang Sheng waited for him to leave. She sat down on the ground as if she had collapsed, clutching at her hair like crazy.

"Song Qingran, Song Qingran, I hate you, it was you who ruined my life. "

"Do you think you're going to be okay? You want to get rid of me and be with Nanbei, right? I'm not going to make you two dogs happy. "

She was crazy, crying and laughing, tears fell uncontrollably, and her eyes gradually became a little more ruthless, did Song Qingran go to find Nanbei? Is he being sweet with Nanbei now? Why? Why is she unhappy, but they can be sweet?

*

Jiang Sheng has a Weibo account and an ins account, but before Song Qingran locked her up, he helped her log out. It doesn't matter, she has the money to buy marketing.

Jiang Sheng directly booked hundreds of thousands of marketing on the Internet, and she posted a Weibo, like a helpless complaint on a private account, creating a bad wife who was deceived and injured.

"I really hate myself, why do I love him so much? He only has the girl who grew up with him in his heart, and he wants to marry the girl, so I will give way, and the hateful thing is that he forced me to speak the same way to the outside world. Forcing me to give up the happiness of my children to fulfill the girl's reputation, the two of them are a match made in heaven, and everyone blesses them, so what about me?"

The translated version into English is carried on Instagram.

The marketing account was immediately operational. The appropriate time revealed that this account was suspected to be the account of Song Qingran's wife, Miss Jiang, and then someone broke out--

"Didn't Song Qingran say that his wife was north and south? How could someone say that he and Jiang Sheng had a child? Someone had met their family of three before, and they heard that the child was very cute and pitiful. Dad wants the junior to stop him. "

Marketing is like this, it seems to be clear but not clear, with clear guidance, and then the selling point is miserable, plus the identity of a celebrity, I am not afraid that there will be no explosion.

Many netizens have begun to stand in line, and they must believe that Jiang Sheng, who looks more pitiful.

"I thought it was strange before, didn't Song Qingran marry Jiang Sheng? Why did he suddenly post his marriage certificate with the designer? Now I finally understand that it is divorce and remarriage, deceiving the original partner!"

"Poor original match!"

"The most pitiful thing is the child, abandoned by his father, I really don't understand how Mr. Song will face the child in the future?"

"I am a mother, the child is really cute, I believe that Jiang Sheng loves his son very much, Song Qingran is too inhuman. "

"I don't have a good opinion of that designer, Kitsune. "

There was a lot of noise on the Internet, I didn't pay special attention to it, life was very peaceful, Nanbei rested for a night, and I felt much better, but the illness still didn't go away, her face was a little weak and pale, and her body had no strength.

When she got up, she was about to make something to eat when she heard her phone vibrate. Message came in: "Are you up up?"

The number from Song Qingran.

I sent a lot of messages before, and at that time Nanbei was sleeping.

Nanbei ignored him and was about to turn off the screen, when Song Qingran's message came again: "I was outside your door and brought breakfast." Do you want to eat it?"

Nanbei didn't return anything, she supported her sick body, made breakfast, and after eating, sat quietly on the sofa for a while, not knowing what she was thinking, she was silent for a long time, she stood up, slowly and quietly walked to the door, and looked out through the cat's eye.

She pursed her lips, her fingers curling slightly.

It was empty outside, nothing.

For a while, she couldn't tell if she was lost or relieved, but her chest was a little empty.

Then, suddenly, she caught another glimpse of a tall and thin figure, standing at the staircase, his head slightly hung down, standing lazily, his gestures were particularly attractive.

He had just seemed to be standing behind a pillar, obscured from view.

He didn't move, just stood quietly, his eyebrows slightly hooked, and when he suddenly raised his eyes, he glanced at the cat's eye, as if he could see through the cat's eye, the north and south behind the door.

The black eyes are smiling, and the smile at the end of the eyes is fascinating.

He was carrying two large bags in his hand, which seemed to contain things like lunch boxes......

Nanbei pursed the corners of his lips, frowned slightly, and returned to the sofa.