The low iron openwork flower door was closed, and just as Xia Yan was about to call someone, a middle-aged woman in a white cardigan came out of the room, holding a flower waterer in her hand.

Xia Yan called out politely.

"Auntie."

When the middle-aged woman heard this, she stepped forward in a slight stunned.

"Who are you looking for?"

"The hostess here, Chu Weiwei."

The middle-aged woman frowned, glanced at her vigilantly, and asked.

"Who are you?"

"Sister, good sister, is she there?"

"Good sisters?"

The woman was skeptical.

"If you're really good sisters, you should know that she doesn't live here!"

Don't live here?

"What do you mean? Did they move? ”

"I'm sorry, it's inconvenient for me to say more about the masters."

After saying this, the woman went back to the house with the waterer.

Even if Xia Yan called her aunt one by one, she pretended not to hear it.

However, the man in the baby room on the second floor heard it, and when he heard the familiar cry, Mo Jiyan immediately handed the baby boy in his arms into the arms of the nanny next to him, took three steps and two steps to the window, and looked down, it was really Xia Yan.

immediately took out his mobile phone and made a call to Yi Beihan.

"Your woman is downstairs from me right now."

Then trotted downstairs.

Screaming stupidly for a while, finding that no one was paying attention to him, Xia Yan turned around depressedly to leave, and a figure quickly ran out.

He shouted.

"Xia Yan."

Xia Yan turned his head, looked at Mo Jiyan, who was dressed in casual clothes, and smiled slightly.

"Halberd Rock."

"Come in and sit!"

This man doesn't look the same, his smile is still so ruffian, when she left, Weiwei was already pregnant, and now he is a father of a five-year-old child!

Thinking of the woman's strange behavior just now, Xia Yan hurriedly asked.

"What about Weiwei? Not at home? ”

The Ink Halberd Rock, which was leading the way in front, suddenly stopped.

Xia Yan also stopped, realized that something was wrong, stepped in front of Mo Jiyan, looked at his suddenly darkened expression, and asked uneasily.

"Did something happen?"

"Haven't you seen her yet? We're divorced! ”

"What?"

Xia Yan was very taken aback. I couldn't speak for a while.

"It's all my fault!"

Mo Jiyan's expression was gloomy.

"Can you tell me why?"

Mo Jiyan paused, not hiding the facts.

"I got the woman out there pregnant-"

"You're shameless——。"

Xia Yan stared at him in astonishment and yelled loudly.

Mo Jiyan pursed the corners of his lips and didn't speak, looking like he was letting you scold.

"What about Weiwei? Where is Weiwei now? ”

Xia Yan really wanted to step forward and give him two slaps, and tears fell down the ground.

Sure enough, those who are close to Zhu are red, and those who are close to ink are black.

You and Yi Beihan are the same people.

"She's back to her hometown......"

"You bastard, how could you do such a thing?"

Xia Yan scolded bitterly.

But what's the use of scolding him?

She glared at him in disgust, turned around, and ran out.

Yi Beihan hasn't come yet, of course she can't just let her go, otherwise that guy won't kill him when he comes.

"Xia Yan!"

Just as he was about to catch up with her, he saw a familiar vehicle speeding towards him at the end of the tree-lined path, so he stopped, shook his head helplessly, and turned back.

Heartache, anxiety spreads in my heart, I don't know how Weiwei is doing now?

Xia Yan touched his tears, and rushed to Chu Weiwei's hometown with one mind.