Chapter 392: A Life Like a Joke
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Child...... It turned out that she had a child in her belly.
Not knowing where she had gone, Mu Wan's hand slowly stroked her stomach, and she sat down on a park bench in confusion.
But how did this child come about?
Her mind was in a state of confusion, she had almost lost the ability to think, and she had used all her strength to sit quietly like this.
"Bingjue, that Ning Weiwei looks like he has mastered something amazing, you say, what kind of secret will it be?"
Since having a relationship with Song Bingjue, Chen Xinxue's attitude towards him has become closer and closer, and she is now itching:
"I don't know what handle Mu Wannight has in her hand, and she actually made Li Nian agree to marry her."
The man sitting in the back seat exuded an aura of being unapproachable, but the person who was talking to himself did not notice it, and was still chattering:
"Li Nian is also infatuated when he says it, and he can sit to this point for the sake of Mu Goodnight."
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can make Li Nian lose his life and can't let Mu Wan'an know, combined with Li Nian's identity, Song Bingjue's pupils shrank suddenly, and then hurriedly stopped:
"Stop!"
They must have known about it!
When he arrived at the venue where the crowd had dispersed, only Li Nian, who was sitting in the guest seat below, was left behind, and Song Bingjue stepped forward:
"What did Ning Weiwei say?"
Raising his head and glancing at the nervous man, Li Nian smiled mockingly:
"Are you qualified to know?"
"Let me ask you what Ning Weiwei said!"
couldn't help but mention Li Nian's collar, Song Bingjue exuded a terrifying momentum all over his body, "Did she ever have a child?" Isn't it? β
"Looks like you already knew."
Sneered, Li Nian seemed to feel that there was nothing wrong with him holding his collar like this, and he said to himself:
"I can't stay by her side anymore, but you, Song Bingjue, are also not qualified. With Chen Xinxue, still want to provoke her? Song Bingjue, you are really despicable. β
"I'm not mean, it's not your turn to speak. I just want to know now if Ning Weiwei told her about the child! β
It must have been the last time when he was in Italy, Li Nian noticed that Wanwan's body was abnormal, and then Ning Weiwei also knew......
couldn't help but close his eyes, Song Bingjue now had the desire to kill in his chest.
"Yes, good night already knows."
When he said this, Li Nian's face was decadent, and he couldn't imagine what kind of mood he was in now:
"She's bad, she's ......"
After hearing this, Song Bingjue let go of the hand that grabbed him by the collar, and Li Nian suddenly fell to the ground, but he still raised his eyes and said to him:
"Song Bingjue, if you really love her, you shouldn't go to her at this time. You've hurt her too much, and continuing to pestering her like this only deepens your influence on her more and more. β
"I, Song Bingjue, do things, it's not your turn to point fingers here."
Leaving only such a sentence, Song Bingjue left in a hurry, Li Nian looked at his back, stunned, and then fell into endless self-blame.
Ya, who was outside with Xiao Si who couldn't wait for a long time, couldn't help frowning, even Ning Weiwei had already left, why didn't Mu Goodnight and Li Nian come out yet?
He couldn't wait, so he walked in with Xiao Si in his arms, only to find that there was only Li Nian who was left in frustration, and there was no one else.
"Good night? Why isn't she here? β
couldn't help but ask, Ya looked around again, and there was no figure of Mu Goodnight.
"Isn't she with you?"
Seeing Ya appear here, Li Nian couldn't help but raise his head suddenly and looked at him:
"She has already left, Song Bingjue came to look for her in the middle, didn't you see it?"
Realizing that something was wrong, Ya hurriedly asked, "How many exits are there?" β
"Two, one is the direction you came from, and the other is over there."
Pointing in the direction, Li Nian also realized that something was wrong, "Where is she now?" β
βShitοΌβ
If it weren't for China, Ya must have done Ning Weiwei's inexplicable woman, he took out his mobile phone to call Shen Yu, and after briefly reporting what happened here, he said to Li Nian:
"I'll give you Xiao Si first...... Please. β
Although he was very dissatisfied with Ning Weiwei, Ya still couldn't say a word to this man who did his best to protect Mu Goodnight, but just ran away after a few words.
The sky is not beautiful, and it was supposed to be a good day for marriage under a clear sky, but it rained densely.
Mu Wan'an didn't feel the cold, just sat on the chair blankly, and unconsciously, the rain in front of her drenched her eyes.
An umbrella with a shadow fell in front of her, and the coldness on her body was instantly dispelled, and she looked up sluggishly and looked at the comer.
"It's all gone."
Looking at the woman who was drenched like a chicken in soup, there was pity in the eyes of the visitor, and his landscape-like eyes seemed to be full of warmth:
"Let's go home together."
When Song Bingjue found here, what he saw was a man holding an umbrella and a woman with her hair drenched, snuggling together.
His body was also drenched, and through the rain curtain, the figures of the two people seemed inexplicably harmonious.
"You see, she doesn't have to be you."
When Ya, who was one step behind him, arrived here, he saw the same thing, he glanced at the man with indifference written on his face, and continued to speak:
"Some people have something that, once they miss it, they can't go back."
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Looking at them in silence, Song Bingjue's eyes gathered with anger, and he said in a low voice:
"Maybe what you say makes sense, but in the end, it will only be me who can be by her side."
"You don't have to be too confident in yourself."
Hearing his words, Ya couldn't help but show a sarcastic smile, "Do you think that the people you have been hurt by your unscrupulous will forgive you again and again?" β
His lips were tightly pursed, and Song Bingjue gave him a cold look, "But isn't this situation just as Shen Yu intended?" β
"Yes and no."
Ji Yunhua, who arrived before him and Song Bingjue with an umbrella, also made Ya smell a trace of unusual breath, "A person who can't control it in time, how can Shen Yu be completely relieved?" β
When Ji Yunhua sent Mu Wannight back to the Mid-Mountain Villa, Shen Yu had been waiting for a long time, he took the somewhat dull Mu Wannight from his hand, and looked up at him:
"I heard you found the good night."
There was doubt in his words, Ji Yunhua could hear it, and he smiled faintly:
"As long as it's about good night, I've always paid attention to it, and believe me, no one in the world pays more attention to her than I do."
Hearing his words, Shen Yu knew that he couldn't ask anything more, so he just helped him to walk to the house with good night, "Thank you for today's incident." But I still have something to say to good night, please come back. β
After speaking, Ya, who followed behind, showed a meaningful smile to Ji Yunhua, and then closed the door.
asked the maid at home to take her up to take a bath, Shen Yu immediately sent a cup of ginger syrup, he stood at the door, and suddenly felt a little dilemma.
He had investigated the child's whereabouts since his trip to Italy, but the child's whereabouts were unknown, and he couldn't tell her.
Now, it has become a weapon for people with intentions to hurt her...... It was unexpected.
When he hesitated, the door was suddenly opened, revealing a look of indifferent Mu Goodnight:
"Brother, just say what you have to say."
"Good night, this thing...... Actually, I knew about it before. β
In the end, Shen Yu still spoke, and there was a little unbearability hidden in his resolute expression:
"If there were no accidents, I would have wanted to hide it from you for the rest of my life."
"What about the kid?"
Looking at his expression, Mu Wan'an understood, he already knew everything, "When did I give birth?" Who is the father of the child? β
"When you were studying in Europe as an exchange student, you had this child because of an accident. The father of the child, I did not find out, the whereabouts of the child, and now it is also a mystery. β
Listening to these almost non-existent messages, Mu Wan'an smiled faintly, and there was a mockery on his pale face:
"I thought I was going crazy to have a baby so inexplicably."
The first twenty years of life seem to have become a joke.
"There is very little information now, and your production time should be when you and Xu Shuo reunite abroad."
So far, only Xu Shuo may know the most, and for some reason, he didn't tell her about it.
Shen Yu saw that her face was ugly, and handed over the ginger syrup in her hand, "We still have a long time to investigate the child's matter." Now, you have to take care of your body first. β
Hesitantly took the cup of ginger syrup, but Mu Wan'an's expression always had an inexplicable gloom and melancholy, as if it was a lily of the valley that had already bloomed.
Unconsciously, her mood stabilized, and Shen Yu also breathed a sigh of relief and left here.
Lying on the bed, for some reason, today's sleepiness is always extraordinarily strong, and Mu Wannight soon fell asleep.
She went back to that dream.
Unlike before, she soon realized that she was in a dream.
She watched as the girl with the same face as herself was hugged by the shoulders of a man whose face was not clear, and walked into a nightclub with a hesitant expression.
The girl was uncomfortable with everything at the moment, the crowd of people swinging on the dance floor, the deafening electronic music, the eerie lights, and the strangely colored and seductive drink in front of her.
Under the strong persuasion of the people next to her, she still took a sip, just one sip.
But she was still drunk.
Everything that followed seemed simple and straightforward, and the man who had brought her with him couldn't see his face, and led her into a room that had been opened beforehandβ
She opened her eyes suddenly, and she woke up from her dream.