Di Shao snatches a kiss in the middle of the night: arresting his ex-wife

Wei Zhehan didn't mean to change the subject: "Jin Jiaojiao, or Dai Linna?!"

"Han..." Mu Wanqing frowned, and called his name forcefully. She stared straight at him, but when Wei Zhehan thought she was about to say something, she said pitifully, "I Very hungry, really hungry."

Wei Zhehan has always been a man with strong self-control, and he rarely vents his emotions.

But at this moment, he almost couldn't restrain himself and burst out directly.

He slightly turned away from his delicate and handsome face, took a few deep breaths, then turned around, turned his back to Mu Wanqing, squatted down slightly, patted his shoulder, and said in a commanding tone: "Come up." , I will carry you on my back."

Mu Wanqing was no stranger to Wei Zhehan's back.

When I was a child, when I saw him for the first time, he was cold and cold, and ignored her. Later, he made her cry, and I was so scared that I didn't know what to do. His instinctive reaction was: turn around, squat down , patted the shoulder, and said... As long as you don't cry, I will carry you on my back.

From that day on, he often carried her on his back.

Whether it's a dinner with Mu Wei's family or an outing organized by the school, if she doesn't want to walk, he always carries her back without hesitation.

From being young and ignorant to being someone else's wife, in more than ten years, he has never changed a single bit.

Mu Wanqing obediently lay on his broad and thick back, hugging his neck tightly.

Wei Zhehan supported her with one hand, and put his arms around the stray dog ​​she picked up with the other.

He said, "I'll take you to eat first, and then... take you home."

After saying the last few words, Wei Zhehan paused for a few seconds.

This sentence is what he must say every time she takes up the burden and runs away from home, after he finds her.

Now, she is 21 years old and he is 23 years old. The words have not changed, but... the definition of home is different.

Wei Zhehan knew, and has always known: Ever since Yang Mufan appeared, Mu Wanqing no longer belonged to him.

The only thing he can do, besides waiting, is to lie on the bed every day, quietly remembering.Recalling the bits and pieces of their acquaintance, and then... thoroughly in the memory, it hurts my heart.

After hearing Wei Zhehan's words, Mu Wanqing's expression darkened, and she said in a low voice, "I don't want to go back, that place...is not my home."

Wei Zhehan paused for a long while before continuing to walk across the street.

He said: "Xiao Qingzi, you are not young anymore, don't say anything willful in the future, even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about the child in your belly."

Mu Wanqing said: "But Han, Mu Fan never loved me, he never worried that I didn't care about me, never took me to heart, even for a second. I was missing for three days, and he never found me , Not even a phone call or a text message."

Wei Zhehan didn't say anything more, silently put her on the back of the car, started the car, and roared away towards the nearest hotel...

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Dark night, bitter.

A limited-edition Aston Martin quickly passed through the city center towards the suburban Splendid City.

When admiring Fan was driving, his expression was a little careless.

The fingers of the right hand with well-defined, slender but powerful strength are resting on the steering wheel at will; the arm of the left hand is propped on the car window, and the fingers pinch his chin, dawdling from time to time, as if he is in deep thought.

His posture of driving with one hand is very lazy, very comfortable, and he doesn't care about it. It seems that he is in control of the whole world, with ease and effortless.

"Second brother, at nine o'clock tonight, the batch of German weapons has arrived safely at the pier, and Tianhu has handled it secretly according to your previous instructions."

"At three o'clock in the afternoon on Friday, there is a very important meeting that requires you to attend the signing."

"Next Wednesday, at ten o'clock in the morning, you need to secretly fly to Southeast Asia to meet with the biggest drug lord in Asia..."

"next weekend……"

Sirius, who was sitting in the second seat, held a tablet computer, and reported to admire Fan Fan's itinerary for the last half month in a concise manner.

However, his eyes fell on next weekend's itinerary, he frowned faintly, hesitated for a while, and finally continued in a low voice: "Next weekend, the old man has repeated orders to take Miss Mu home to attend an important family dinner. Brother, are you going?!"

Almost without thinking about it, Yang Mifan said coldly: "Push it off!!"