Cold President: Ex-wife is hard to chase

Chapter 446 I will leave (1)
Zhou Weike heaved a long sigh of relief, reached out and turned on the light, "Chenchen, if you feel uncomfortable, please tell me right away."

Ye Chen looked up into his eyes and chuckled, "I see, you've said it so many times."

Zhou Weike looked at her with a very serious expression, "Chenchen, it's your first time giving birth, or you are twins, so you really need to be extra careful."

At the end of the conversation, he withdrew his gaze, didn't look at Ye Chen again, and hid the reason why he was so worried about her in his heart.

The two sat and chatted for a while, and Ye Chen got up and went back to the room. Maybe she really suffered from prenatal depression, and now she always suffers from insomnia.

Lying on the bed, eyes wide open, staring at the not-so-clean ceiling in the dark, a face flashed in front of Ye Chen's eyes, and the two hands that were placed beside him slowly moved towards his chest. ... With that man by her side, will she still have insomnia all night like this?

Heh, she curled her lips in a self-deprecating manner, she did not give him face in front of Song Yi and Liu Yidao, how could she and him be possible again.

The hand wrapped around the chest slowly moved towards the high swollen belly. The two little guys seemed to be affected by the mother's insomnia. It was late at night, and they were still having a good time.

Thinking of what he said when he was angry, Ye Chen wanted to bite off his tongue, these are her two treasures, she regretted it, no one would give it to her, she gave birth to it, and she had to bring it herself.

She knows that the life of having children, and the two of them will have a very hard time. From tomorrow onwards, she will plan for the future. The primary school in the east of the town happens to be short of a Chinese teacher. She wants to talk to the principal tomorrow.

Thinking like this, the little ones in the belly also calmed down, Ye Chen slowly closed his eyes, and gradually fell asleep.

The door of the room was opened, and a tall figure slowly walked in, with a bleak moonlight desolation, and incomparable pity and complexity in his eyes.

Walking leisurely to the side of the person on the bed, he stretched out his hand to touch the still restless cheek of the person on the bed who was still asleep, but stopped when there was still half an inch away.

Staring deeply, it seems that you are looking at the precious things in this world, and it seems that you are just looking at things that belong to you.

The person on the bed suddenly groaned, "Ling Mo, you bastard, I hate you."

The man beside the bed raised his lips and showed a wry smile. You hate it. As long as you and the child are safe and sound, you can be happy. You hate me for the rest of your life, even the next life.

Ling Mo stood beside the bed for a while, and then turned to leave. After turning around, he looked back again, and then strode forward.

Gently closing the door with his backhand, he let out a deep breath facing the dark night, and then the tall figure walked out of the room.

The moonlight is not very good tonight, but one can still tell who is standing with his back against the wall not far away.

Zhou Weike lit a cigarette with his fingers, and no matter how dirty the wall behind him was, he just stood with his back leaning on him. It seemed that he had been standing here for a while. There was a piece of cigarette ash at his feet, and the cigarette in his hand It also burned only a small half.

Ling Mo only glanced at him, then turned his eyes away and walked towards his car. For a confident man like him, there are some things that he doesn't even bother to explain.

Ling Mo started the engine, and was about to put the gear into gear, when he raised his head, the person who was leaning against the wall just now appeared in front of the car.

After being slightly stunned for a moment, Ling Mo rolled down the car window, and a gust of cold wind hit his face, a little cold, and his voice was also so cold, "I don't know that Director Zhou doesn't sleep at night, so he stops in front of my car to do it." Well?"

Zhou Weike looked at the man's long, narrow and good-looking man, but he had cold and warm Danfeng eyes, and said ironically, "It's such a late night, Mr. Ling hasn't slept yet."

Ling Mo was not offended, but just let out a sneer, and then reversed the car.

Seeing that he was about to take a detour to leave, Zhou Wei chased after him unwillingly. With his not-so-large palm, he slapped the smooth body of the car vigorously, "Stop!"

It seemed that he was afraid of waking Ye Chen up. He kept these two words very low, but he couldn't hide the bursting power in them.

Ling Mo obviously didn't expect this man who looked soft and weak to be so "savage", he hesitated a little, and stopped the car.

Zhou Weike opened the car door and said, "I want to talk to you."

"What are you talking about?" Ling Mo raised his eyebrows, the simple three words, but the meaning couldn't be simpler, I have nothing to talk about with you.

That's right, although the man in front of him has nothing to do with his little wife, but his little wife "abandoned" him because of him. It would be a lie if he said that he didn't have any grudges against him.

"If Mr. Ling thinks we really have nothing to talk about, I can talk to Chenchen in the morning. People sneak into her room almost every day these days..."

Ling Mo narrowed his phoenix eyes, and interrupted him coldly, "Are you threatening me?"

Zhou Weike raised his lips and chuckled, "Don't dare!"

It's so late, and in this small town where there is no entertainment after nightfall, it is true that there is no coffee shop or bar where you can talk like in the urban area. The two men set the conversation place in Ling Mo's car .

Knowing this man's wealth earlier, Zhou Weike realized the gap between them more deeply when he actually sat in these two cars. His Hyundai is probably not as expensive as a wheel of this car.

"I don't know what Director Zhou wants to talk to me at this late hour?" Ling Mo spoke first, his slender, fair fingers tapped on the steering wheel repeatedly.

Zhou Weike took out a cigarette, took one out of it, put it in his mouth, lit it, and took a puff. The action was done in one go without any pause, "Don't worry, I will leave after the baby is delivered safely."

Ling Mo narrowed his eyes, half surprised, half disbelieving, looking at the people around him, "You...leave?"

Zhou Weike took a deep breath again, "Yes, I will leave."

Ling Mo took the cigarette in his hand, took out one, lit it for himself, and said in a mocking tone, as if he didn't believe it, "You and Liu Yidao staged such a show just to provoke Ye Chen and me smoothly, would you Letting go so easily."

(End of this chapter)