Xu Zhiming put his arm on Yang Yunlan's shoulder, and he muttered drunkly: "Xiao Huan, I know you are blaming me, blaming me for not taking good care of Xiaomo, she is my daughter, and I am sad to see her hurt like that......"

Yang Yunlan heard the news of Xu Moran's serious injury from Xu Zhiming's mouth, since her hand closed the door slightly.

The night was too dark, and her lofty eyes were hidden in the night.

"Zhiming, I don't blame you." Yang Yunlan put Xu Zhiming on the bed with great effort as the words fell, and then she also leaned in.

Xu Zhiming under him raised his hand to hold Yang Yunlan's face, and he whispered about his affection: "Xiao Huan, do you know how much I miss you......"

A look full of jealousy fell on Xu Zhiming's face.

Yang Yunlan's hand in front of his chest tightened slightly, and her fingertips turned white in an instant, she didn't want to hear the name that was like a nightmare for her, so she took the initiative to kiss it.

Xu Zhiming resolutely accepted the kiss after the initial apprehension, and when the excitement began to burst into the room, the woman on his body was suddenly pushed away, and then a strong light lit up in the room.

Yang Yunlan looked at the man who suddenly got up and stood beside the bed in a daze, and said in a low voice: "Zhiming, you ......"

Xu Zhiming looked at the button that had just been untied on his chest, and shouted, "Yang Yunlan! ”

Yang Yunlan didn't know why the man who was obviously slightly drunk at the beginning suddenly sobered up? Suddenly, she was also yelled at inexplicably.

The angry Xu Zhiming kicked the table next to him, and the things on the table were scattered in an instant, and the sound of glass seemed loud in the night. "You're a splash!"

Yang Yunlan trembled and hugged the quilt and got up and sobbed: "Zhiming, you drank too much, just ...... It's just ......"

Without allowing Yang Yunlan to finish speaking, Xu Zhiming issued an expulsion order, "Get out-"

Yang Yunlan climbed out of bed with an aggrieved roll, she unwillingly stepped forward and grabbed Xu Zhiming's arm, and said pitifully: "Zhiming, let's get married!" ”

In order to marry him, she is willing to let go of her son, willing to let go of her self-esteem, and even willing to give up her self.

As long as you can become Mrs. Xu.

The old lady Xu, who heard the movement downstairs, happened to meet the sleepy-eyed Xu Anyang at Xu Zhiming's door, and the old lady complained: "Even if you sleep at night, it will disturb people's dreams, I really don't know what your father wants to do?" ”

Xu Anyang shrugged helplessly, and then said, "I don't know." ”

When Mrs. Xu pushed the door, Xu Zhiming just raised his hand to shake Yang Yunlan away, and Yang Yunlan, who he originally wanted to win sympathy, also found an opportunity, so she fell down to the bedside table with his strength......

The forehead hit it just on it, and the impact was loud and scared the two people who entered the door.

"Mom!" Xu Anyang stepped forward with an arrow.

"Zhiming, what are you doing here?" Mrs. Xu opened her mouth to question immediately, her old eyes became more and more solemn, it has been a few years, this is the first time she has seen Xu Zhiming and Yang Yunlan in the same room, to be honest, she is very happy in her heart, but she did not immediately show her mood on the surface.

But what she doesn't know is, why did the two still fight?

"What am I doing?" Xu Zhiming's face turned pale, he raised his hand and pointed at Yang Yunqilan and said indignantly: "Mom, why don't you ask her what she did?" ”

Mrs. Xu was speechless for a while, and Xu Anyang, who felt sorry for his own mother, helped Yang Yunlan up, and he said unhappily: "Do you have to do so much?" ”

Xu Zhiming didn't pay attention to Xu Anyang, he replied: "Yang Yunlan, you don't change your dead nature, right?" You still want to use the same little trick from more than 20 years ago to calculate me. ”

Yang Yunlan didn't expect Xu Zhiming to mention the stubble for more than 20 years, and her face suddenly turned pale, if her son knew, what would he think of her?

"Zhiming, I don't, I really don't have ......" Yang Yunlan began to cry, she covered her face and looked heartbroken. ()

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