Chapter 289: Kneel in front of her

After Yuan Youyou answered the phone, he picked up his mobile phone and looked at who called.

After seeing the word Ling Xun, Yuan Youyou was frightened and threw the phone directly to the ground.

With a loud bang, the orange in Yuan Youyou's arms was startled, and then cried wildly.

Yuan Youyou didn't care about anything, and didn't care if the phone hadn't hung up, so he walked out of the room with Chengcheng in his arms.

"Orange Orange! Isn't there something uncomfortable? Your mom is coming back...... When mom comes back, let mom show you what's going on...... Don't cry, baby! Yuan Youyou was distressed and took a tissue to wipe her tears for Orange Orange.

Yuan Youyou always felt that Orange Orange lacked a sense of security.

Every time she woke up and opened her eyes, she would cry when she saw no one around.

It's going to take a while.

Because she doesn't have her father's company, Yuan Youyou has always felt sorry for her.

Yuan Youyou's phone was on the floor of the room, and the call was not interrupted.

Ling Xun's mind was now full of children's cries.

The cry directly stunned him.

I can't tell what it feels like.

It felt like the cry hit him straight into the depths of his heart, making him forget his troubles for a moment.

Yuan Youyou didn't know if the phone hung up, she really wanted to go into the room and pick up the phone to see, if Ling Xun hung up, she had to call back immediately and explain to Ling Xun.

Otherwise, Ling Xun would definitely think about it.

But now Orange Orange is crying so much that Yuan Youyou can't let go of her.

I can only wait for Yuan Wei to come back.

Ling Xun never hung up the phone.

He was attracted by the child's crying, and also wanted to wait for Yuan Youyou to coax the child to answer the phone.

Yuan Wei didn't let Yuan You wait too long.

After opening the door and pushing the door open, Yuan Youyou hurriedly sent the child to Yuan Wei's arms.

"Xiao Yan, Ling Xun called me just now, and I accidentally answered it. Orange Orange had been crying at the time...... Ling Xun heard the cry...... I'll have to explain to Ling Xun now. Yuan Youyou finished speaking very quickly, and walked quickly towards the room.

Yuan Wei looked at the back of Yuan Youyou entering the room steadily, and his mood was up and down.

After Yuan Youyou trotted back to the room, he immediately picked up the mobile phone on the ground.

Seeing that the call was still continuing, he immediately explained: "Ling Xun, are you still listening?" ”

"Yes." Ling Xun's voice was crisp and sharp.

Yuan Youyou sighed violently: "My daughter was crying just now, so I can't answer your call......"

Yuan Youyou's explanation made Ling Xun's impetuous heart gradually sink.

Yuan Youyou has children.

Time flies.

"Youyou, there was some misunderstanding between me and Fenyu, can you tell me where you live, I want to go to her and explain it to her face-to-face." Ling Xun never asked for help, but when he said this, his posture was very low.

Only by standing in front of Yuan Wei and explaining to her can she listen to it.

Yuan Youyou took the gap between the children and also swiped Weibo, so he knew what happened tonight.

"Ling Xun, it's not that I won't tell you, it's that I can't tell you. You know, I listen to cumin for everything, and I can't help you. Yuan Youyou sighed helplessly.

Ling Xun pursed his thin lips and did not force her.

"Then you help me tell her, I didn't put the subtitles, and I won't marry Lu Rong."

Yuan Youyou promised to help tell him, but Yuan Youyou's door was locked, and Yuan Youyou couldn't get in.

Next.

The sky was dripping with rain, and Yuan Wei came to the studio arranged by Wen Tingyan.

Before she could enter the building, someone behind her stopped her.

Yuan Wei turned around, and Lu Rong was already kneeling in front of her.

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