Zhang Yue's WeChat jumped several times one after another, some were voice, some were text, and there were many pictures.

I guess I'm planning to travel abroad recently and want to visit various countries in Europe.

Qin Ming also cleared his suspicion and had time to accompany her, so the two of them wanted to live the life of a fairy couple. Don't be disturbed, just go, happy and happy, you must feast your eyes.

Mother's news made Ning Xiang's heart relax.

In fact, recently, she has also been a little skeptical. She always felt as if everyone was hiding something from her, but there was no evidence.

She is pregnant, and she is sensitive, so she is not too suspicious.

She kept that truth in mind, doubt begets a dark ghost, doubt is like a seed, and any wind and grass around him can make him thrive.

After getting some comfort, Ning Xiang climbed on her husband's neck.

The girl's milky breath came to his face, Jinmo's indisputable Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his heart was pounding.

Thinking that everything would be solved, that all difficulties would pass, that hope was rekindled in his heart.

He felt that the fire in his heart was growing, and he didn't know if it was because of hope, or because Qin Ming finally told the truth.

Or maybe it's because of the incense.

The sorrow of losing his father gradually crept into his heart at this time, and he looked at the woman in his arms, and a sentence came to his mind: "The daughter of a murderer, the daughter of an enemy, is what you love." ”

This sentence was like a nail that pierced Jinmo's heart.

This sentence is like an extremely thin silver needle, embedded in the wall of a blood vessel.

Now as long as his blood flows, his heart hurts, and it is a heart-piercing pain, with a certain frequency.

He sighed deeply, and his painful expression was spotted by the caressing incense beside him.

Ning Xiang realized that something was wrong with him, and if she had usually gotten a little closer to him, he would have passed up like a teddy, sticking to him like a pug.

Today is not only cold, but also serious, not to be provoked.

She actually wanted to stick it in her heart, so she took the initiative to come up.

She took the initiative to give her arms only a handful of times, and this was only the second time, why didn't he react?

In fact, to be honest, Ning Xiang doesn't like him to be so pestering. Jinmo is too fond of stickers and sauces, and he is simply a kissing maniac.

But when he came back today, he seemed to be in a good mood on the surface, but there was always a faint cloud of sadness between his eyebrows.

Ning Xiang didn't dare to ask.

When asked, he may not say.

I'm just secretly observing, wondering if it will be because of heavy work and physical exhaustion.

The girl's milky breath was gently exhaled on the tip of Jinmo's nose and ears, she inhaled the smell of grass, and the male hormones made her float a little, so she unconsciously made a coquettish voice, "Husband, is there something going on in the company?" Do you have a problem that you can't solve? Do you need help from my secretary? ”

Poof, the man laughed, almost forgetting that he had also been his own secretary.

The boss had forgotten about it a long time ago, but the secretary kept it.

It seems that Ning Xiang, a young girl, likes to work in the Liang Group.

Jinmo's mind flashed back to the president's office, where he secretly kept a slender black lace specimen.

That lace was taken from a certain place on a certain piece of clothing......

It was a great time!

He still remembers that he often took advantage of the time when Ning Xiang sent documents, gently hugged her, and did those things in the office.

Hugging her in such a place, kissing her, looking at her nervous and shy expression, looking at her forbearance and enjoyment, is like tasting forbidden fruit, a kind of forbidden love.