President's black-bellied ex-wife

Feelings have nothing to do with being romantic or not. If you meet the right person, even in the [-]th floor of purgatory, it will be a paradise on earth.

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Yunmeng studied fashion design in France, which is her lifelong dream, and now it has finally come true.

After returning to China, the first thing to do is to look for a job. After a few days of research on the Internet, she has identified a few companies that she likes.

Yun Mu died of cancer five years ago. Yun's father was a university professor, now over seventy years old, and one of the leading figures in the field of literature and art in China.In the past few years, he has only flown over France twice. Most of the time, he wants to see his grandson through video, just like Xia Yiwen and Ye Jingxue.Seeing her daughter finally brought her little grandson back to her side now, the old man who had been alone for several years also came alive, and went home early to play with her grandson, completely like an old child.

However, thinking that her daughter is already 27 or [-] years old, and she didn't mention remarriage, the old man turned the words over and over in his heart countless times, and finally couldn't help mentioning: "Mengmeng, you are not young anymore, it's time to find another man."

Without raising her head, the woman pointed the pen in her hand at the silly boy who was enjoying herself alone on the small table next to her, "Dad, your grandson is already so old, hasn't he shifted his attention?" Well, what are you getting married for?In the past few years when she was abroad, the old man kept nagging, even saying that in such a romantic place like France, can't you find a man?Unexpectedly, the old man's thinking is so avant-garde that even foreign sons-in-law can accept it.

It's a pity that feelings have nothing to do with whether they are romantic or not. If you meet the right person, even in the [-]th floor of purgatory, it will be a paradise on earth.

When mentioning this little grandson, Father Yun frowned: "Mengmeng, I think you should tell Ziyue about Xiaohan."

"Don't say it!" Yunmeng refused without hesitation, still without raising her head, she ordered neatly: "Son, go to sleep!"

"Oh..." The tiger-headed little guy stretched out his chubby little hands and rubbed the tip of his tall, fair nose, jumped off the chair, patted his fat buttocks, waved his hands and squinted his eyes and said crisply: "Grandpa, mom, I'm going to sleep, good night!"

"Good night! Don't kick the quilt!"

"I know!" The child who had already turned around turned his head back again, his black grape-like eyeballs were shining brightly, and he paused, "Mom! I think grandpa is right."

"Huh?" Yunmeng didn't understand.

"Mom, you'd better find me a father...so that you won't focus on me—" The little guy has heard a lot these past two days, and gradually understands what everyone is saying to his mother .Other children have parents, but he only has a mother, and then... with many uncles who are very good to him.

When Yunmeng heard her son's words, she turned her head and frowned, "You brat! Do you dislike your mother?!"

The little guy rushed into the room with a grin, not forgetting to confess: "Mom, I love you!"

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Mr. Yun watched his cute and smart little grandson leave, sat down and said earnestly: "Mengmeng, I know you are capable, but Xiaohan needs a father! Although Ziyue doesn't work in city a, he comes here every time he is on a business trip. , will come to see me, and occasionally ask about your situation, he is a reliable man, you..."

Yunmeng was unmoved, "Dad, you knew the whole process of my marriage with him back then - I think the last person he wants to see in his life is me."

"But now you have a child after all..."

"Dad... I have plans for my affairs, so don't worry about it. It's getting late, go to bed!"

These years, as long as the word Wei Ziyue was mentioned, the daughter didn't want to talk about it. Father Yun couldn't talk about her daughter, and after a while of silence, he had to leave with a sigh.

She was the only one left sitting in the living room, and Yunmeng suddenly lost the inspiration for the design, so she got up, gathered her coat and stood on the balcony, looking at the lights of Wanjia outside the window, recalling four years whizzing by, she didn't know that How is the man doing now.

Wei Ziyue, I'm back, and I brought your son with me.You probably never imagined in your dreams that I still had this plan in mind when I married you, right?How could I go to you, no, I have no regrets in this life with your son by my side.