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It took Ye Sanshao nearly ten minutes to digest the meaning of Ye Wei's words. When he recovered, Ye Wei and Ning Ning had left long ago, leaving space for them. He recovered, and Cheng Anya drank two cups of hot tea.

Is he happy silly or angry silly? Cheng Anya wondered with curiosity that the child did come suddenly, not in their plan, but after all, she was extremely happy in her heart.

What about him?

Seeing that he loves Ning Ning so much, Cheng Anya is secretly worried, and he also likes children most of the time, but the reaction arc of his father's reaction is also long, she can almost wait to wake him up, let him give the rest of the reaction somehow .

No.1's expression hanged for too long, he was not tired, and she looked mixed.

"pregnant?"

"Well, that night in the desert." Cheng Anya said lightly, his wrists tightened, and the man had fallen into his warm arms. The big palm pressed her back and pressed his chest, leaned over, and the kiss had fallen. Cover her lips.

He kissed with an overbearing kiss, prying his tongue open and closing his teeth, reaching deep into her mouth, almost trying to resist the throat, sweeping every tenderness in her lips, and tasting it without knowing it.

There was a stormy kiss, she didn't resist him, this time fell in his arms, naturally catered. Ye Sanshao cut her hand backwards, twiddling it at an angle that perfectly met him, and kissed fiercely and violently.

Although it wasn’t the first time to kiss, Ye Sanshao was not always gentle, but this was the first time she was so rude, she even tasted a bit of salty **** smell between her lips and teeth.

She sighed that this fellow would never learn gentleness.

You are not excited by this excitement method.

His breath was almost looted by him, and the kiss was too long. Cheng Anya escaped his burning kiss slightly at the beginning. He kissed her cheek with unsatisfied feet, white ear lobes, and the hot breath fell on her neck and lower abdomen. There was a rush of heat and unrest.

She was embarrassed and her skin was pale pink.

Immediately, Ye Sanshao turned her face and covered her lips again. This time it was much softer. Cheng Anya glanced at the light, the light was white, and the man's eyebrow tenderness was like water. At this moment, he felt quiet and far away.

Just like eternity.

She was content. Although the ways of expressing joy were different, she admitted unfeelingly that she still liked Ye Sanshao's consistent behavior of the activist, saying that her heart was filled with honey and sweetness.

This kid, he likes it, is beyond doubt.

If it could be kept, how good it would be, she couldn't help but think, if Ye Sanshao knew she was pregnant with Ning Ning seven years ago, what was his reaction, mostly with a cold face, and he brutally ordered and killed, he did not need.

The difference between sentimental and ruthless is really big.

"Any, I'm very happy." After a long time, Ye Sanshao's chin pressed against her hair and whispered slowly.

Cheng Anya laughed, and I was very happy.

Ning Ning's room.

In recent days, apart from paying close attention to the situation during the day and Ye Wei 11 and others, exchanging messages with Chu Li over there, studying countermeasures, the rest of the time is studying computer technology.

He must admit that he and Mo Ye Mo Ju really have a little distance.

When a person's ability is facing a barrier, it is extremely difficult to rise further. Just like the exam has been scored 100 points, and then rose, there is no room, the only difference is the perfect degree of roll noodles.

Sometimes more effort must be paid.

Ning Ning is more fortunate than others. He is a genius. He is destined to take a step faster than others. Any difficulty can be more effective. This time, although he has not yet reached the level of Mo Ye Mojue.

But at least, he can already know whether the information given by Mo Ye Mo Ju is true or false. After spending a little more time, he will definitely be able to defeat these two brothers. In this field, he will be the last king.

When Ye Sanshao came, he was still busy.

"Daddy?" Ning Ning stopped working and looked at the clock. It was already early in the morning. "Daddy, why haven't you slept yet?"

"How about you? Didn't you sleep? What did you do?" Ye Sanshao sat next to Ning Ning, and when he looked at the computer, he understood and rubbed his son's head. "Don't fight too hard."

"It's okay." Xiao Bao Bao Zhanyan smiled. "This is a trick with the Mo family brothers. I'm not tired at all, but I am very passionate. Daddy, I will soon overtake them. It will not be difficult to win Louis at that time. ."

He couldn't sleep well at night, dreaming of promises when he slept, the red dress soft whip, like a fire rose, Yan Yan smiled, but he couldn't touch it, and woke up in a lonely lonely, he was afraid of this feeling, he almost didn't sleep at night , Except drugs to help sleep.

Exactly, there is time to compete with the Mo family.

Ye Sanshao smiled, "Daddy believes you."

"Why don't you stay with mommy?"

"She fell asleep." Ye Sanshao said, glancing at her son, Ning Ning smiled, "Daddy, do you have something to tell me?"

Otherwise it wouldn't be so late, Daddy came to him.

"Let's be careful with everything this time, don't you know? Louis, I know you hate him, but don't just think of revenge, or you will get lost." Ye Sanshao told him that he was always uneasy. Yes, Cheng Anya can feel that his son has changed, how can he not feel it, even if he is so cute and beautiful in front of them, his heart is also different.

He always worried that he hated too much in his heart and hurt himself.

How much he hated Louis at the moment, how heavy his heart he wanted to kill, when he completed his wish, how happy he was, how deep his confusion was. A person who is too attached to one thing will always bring a little negative impact. When he is completely completed, he should find something to support him to survive.

Promise could not be resurrected, and his heartache could not be cured. He was afraid that his son would go further and further on the road of revenge.

After all, he bite himself.

This is his personal opinion.

For so many years, he has not lived in the shadows for a day, nor has he been happy until he has their mother and son, he does not want to, Ning Ning walks the path he has traveled, and is alone for a lifetime.

"Daddy, what you're talking about, I don't understand." Ning Ning smiled gracefully, and his slightly childish fingers tapped gently on the keyboard, aimlessly, but his eyes turned to the window, not looking at Ye Sanshao.

Would not understand, but no one can understand his heart knot.

Without losing it, he never understood this kind of heartless despair. He occasionally looked at the sky of Riyadh on the balcony alone, thinking, slaughtering the Mafia, maybe the hatred in his heart would be alleviated.

His heart became cruel.

"Really don't understand?" Ye Sanshao replied in a deep voice. The son was too clever and too precocious. The mode of getting along with father and son has always been that of friends and relatives. He hasn't talked to Ning Ning so seriously and never Angry at him.

This son is perfect.

He will not make you angry, obedient and filial, clever and cute, and he will not have any shortcomings for you to catch and educate, and his mind is more meticulous, rigorous and understandable than anyone else.

It is precisely because it is so smart that it is harder to worry about it.

Ning is quiet and quiet, the tender face has long shed milk, the side face is completely sunk in the night, there is no gentle and graceful smile during the day, and there is no cute and lovely softness in front of Cheng Anya.

Cold and forceful, his thoughts reversed in his eyes, as if he lived a ghost.

The room was extremely quiet, the moon in Riyadh was rarely rounded, always missing a little, and the moonlight also seemed much colder, so pouring down, it looked refreshing.

"Ning Ning, you grew up, and I didn't listen to what I said?" Ye Sanshao's voice suppressed a trace of anger.

Ning Ning's silence hit his guess.

"Daddy, I know the size." Ning Ning whispered, his anger was too heavy, and it wasn't a good thing in the end. He did mean to kill, and it didn't matter how cruel, but...

"Ning Ning, if you punish yourself, the promised death would have no meaning at all." Ye Sanshao said in a deep voice. "If it's your mommy, she definitely doesn't want me to become a hate, not love." Cruel people."

Don't understand love? Maybe, I heard that I hated for too long, and I really don’t know how to love. Louis is dead, I’m afraid I don’t understand the hatred in his heart, but then, who is he going to hate?

For the first time, Ning Ning felt that Ye Chen's image in his heart had become so tall.

The hand on his shoulder became so powerful.

"Daddy, I know."

Ye Sanshao patted Ning Ning's shoulder, with a long-term focus, "I hope you really know, get out of the shadows as soon as possible."

He said nothing, got up and left.

Ning Ning looked at the door where Ye Sanshao's back disappeared, and said nothing. Since he promised to die, the first time someone had talked to him like this, he didn't know what it was like.

A little frightened, but the man was his daddy, he couldn't be angry.

A little shocked, it turned out that Daddy hadn't said anything, but he saw his heart at a glance.

I was also a little touched, because he felt that no matter how old or clever the child was, in the eyes of his parents, there was still no cover, and everything was exposed.

In the past, he felt that it didn't matter if he didn't have a father, he could make Cheng Anya worry-free all his life.

Knowing Ye Chen, he likes this daddy. He made every effort to match them and wanted a complete home. In fact, to him, daddy is just one more person who hurts him, and one more person who hurts him.

He didn't know what the warmth felt at the moment. After many years, he looked back and realized that his father played such an important role in his son's life.

Subconsciously, when he listened to his words, there was nothing inevitable, and he took the wrong path.

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Next time, half past six.