happy ex-wife

Chapter 1787 Xia Ling Appears ([-])

Xia Ling's low growl attracted a lot of attention.

The director hurried over and asked about the situation.

Xia Ling directly took off his work card and threw it on the ground, "Are all your celebrities insulting people like this? Can't I just stop doing it?"

Feng Feng looked at the work card on the ground, raised his head again, and looked at her angry look, just like the angry Qi Rou back then.

So much alike, every move.

But now, he didn't dare to slack off in the slightest.

"Since there is no plastic surgery, what are you afraid of? Now that it has appeared, this matter will not end so easily. I don't care who sent you, no one will succeed." Feng Feng tried his best to face the reality, but Instead of respecting his own heart and walking to her again.

"What are you talking about, I don't understand what you're talking about?" Xia Ling asked with a frown.

"A talented student from Harvard, but he came to be my assistant, what a shame." Feng Feng sneered.

"That's because I like the scenes you made." Xia Ling said without a word, "Is there something wrong with that?"

Feng Feng looked at that familiar face, his heart was shaken, but his legs seemed to be filled with lead.

"I'm hungry." Xiao BuDian said, frowning.

The voice was not loud, but it brought back all of Feng Feng's rationality.

Feng Feng lowered his head and looked at his daughter's delicate face.

What was he thinking about?
He has Qiao Yaruan and a daughter, but now, what is he thinking?
"George, take her to the hospital." Feng Feng said, striding out with the little one in his arms, as if because the little one was hungry, or as if he was forcing himself to leave.

Xia Ling looked at Feng Feng's back and clasped his hands tightly.

George walked to her side helplessly, and said in a low voice, "Xia Ling, I just went for a checkup, it won't affect you, really."

"But he's insulting people by doing this." Xia Ling was still unconvinced.

George looked back at the back of him leaving, "He has his reasons, because you really—" George didn't go on speaking, but took her away.

If it was normal, the little one would have called Daddy, Feng Feng would have gone to heaven with excitement.

But today, while drinking porridge, Xiao BuDian looked at Daddy in a daze, what was he thinking?
"I'm full." Xiao BuDian jumped off the sofa and said crisply.

Feng Feng suddenly came back to his senses, looked at the remaining half of the eight-treasure porridge in her bowl, and directly hugged the person on his lap, "I haven't finished it yet."

"Don't drink anymore." The little boy twisted his body and shouted, determined to get off Feng Feng's body.

Feng Feng frowned, the little one slipped down and ran away by himself.

The little girl walked a few steps, looked back at Daddy who was in a daze again, Daddy was so strange today, the little girl pouted her little mouth, turned around and came back, leaned against Feng Feng's arms and looked at him, "Dad What's wrong with you?"

Feng Feng lowered his head, hugged her and sat on his lap, then lowered his head and kissed her little head: "Daddy is fine."

He has Qiao Yaruan and a little one, so why should he think about anything else.

Even if she is the same as Qi Rou, she cannot be Qi Rou.

After all, Qi Rou died on his own operating table, and he knew it better than anyone else.

"Daddy is fine." As if confirming, he whispered again, telling his daughter as well as himself.

It's okay, no matter who that woman is, it has nothing to do with me.

(End of this chapter)