Cold President: Ex-wife is hard to chase

Chapter 457 The nickname is really ugly (1)
It's not that Song Yi has never seen blood and heroism. It's the first time he saw such a tragic scene. Looking down through the broken glass, he couldn't bear to watch the scene again.

He is a normal man, and he can't understand what kind of feelings Liu Yidao has for Zhou Weike. Today, he was really shocked for a while.

It turns out that love is love, and it really has nothing to do with gender.

The police came soon, and the surrounding area was cordoned off. Song Yi went downstairs before the police arrived. To avoid trouble, he wiped off all his fingerprints.

Standing with the onlookers, watching the forensic examination, and then covering the two people with a white sheet, Song Yi felt slightly uncomfortable, life is really too fragile.

Holding his breath, Song Yi withdrew his gaze, turned and left.

Seeing his expression, Ling Mo knew what happened. Ye Chen fell asleep again, and the two children seemed to understand their mother's hard work, so they didn't cry much.

Ling Mo gave him a look, Song Yi tiptoed and retreated outside the ward, Ling Mo glanced at his sleeping wife and children again, and then also retreated.

At the other end of the corridor, Song Yi told Ling Mo what he saw just now with the fastest and most concise words.

Ling Mo frowned more and more, until he finally heard that both of them were dead, his hands trembled.

Song Yi asked: "Boss Ling, what's the matter with you?" It's definitely not the style of Boss Ling that he knows.

Ling Mo squeezed the sore brows, "I'm fine, find a way to block this news."

Song Yi was stunned for a moment, then spread his hands and smiled wryly, "Boss Ling, once again you think highly of me."

Indeed, as Song Yi said, in the era of such a well-developed Internet, the speed of news dissemination is far faster than human imagination, but after 5 minutes, this news website is flying all over the sky.

Since he can't intervene externally, he can still control the small internal area, so the doctors and nurses who enter and leave the ward will never say a word except for necessary questions.

The signal of the hanging TV in the ward was also cut off.

After three days like this, Ye Chen finally remembered to ask Zhou Weike. She didn't ask anyone else, but directly asked her husband who was shaking his son in his arms, "Where's Weike?"

Ling Mo's hand holding the child paused slightly, but his expression was still the same, with great satisfaction in his pampering, "He has gone abroad to study."

This was an excuse he had thought up three days ago when he got the cause of Zhou Weike's death. If Ye Chen asked if he had left his contact information, he would say no.

Sure enough, Ye Chen asked, and was disappointed when he got those two words. However, the disappointment was quickly stuffed into Ling Mo's arms, scurrying around her chest, and the hungry son who was looking for milk was scattered.

"Stinky boy, look at how honest my sister is." Ye Chen lifted up his clothes and brought the milk to his son's mouth.

The little guy closed his eyes and drank gulps. He was still too young to lift his calf while drinking, but he could make a satisfied sound from his throat.

Ye Chen laughed again, and stroked his soft hair lightly, the little guy was eating well, and the other little guy who had just been praised woke up.

Ling Mo picked her up and walked back and forth, just to let Ye Chen, who had just breastfed a baby, rest for a while, who knows, the little girl seemed to know that she had missed a meal, and burst into tears.

Girls are really different from boys, even though they are so small, there is no difference from the appearance, but the crying is very different, soft and delicate, it makes people feel very affectionate.

Ye Chen stretched out his hand towards Ling Mo, "Give me the child quickly."

Ling Mo coaxed the little girl again without giving up, and found that no matter how he sang or swayed, he was crying all the time. There was no way out, so he could only put her in his wife's hands.

As soon as Ye Chen took the baby, he immediately lifted up the clothes on the other side. The little girl ate it, and sobbed from time to time, as if she had been wronged by the sky just now.

Ye Chen rolled his eyes at his husband who was sitting by the bed, "Look, how have you wronged the child?"

Ling Mo stretched out his finger and stroked his daughter's face softly, "Little girl, Dad will never wrong you."

Probably because he was really holding grudges, this little thing that he ate well, suddenly let go of his mother's naughty head, closed his eyes to the sky, and started crying loudly.

Ling Mo was almost stunned by this little thing, and his little wife, seeing her daughter crying like this, stretched out her hand to push him, "The baby is breastfeeding, don't sit here and affect her."

What I said... a certain man was deeply hurt.

In fact, Song Yi came earlier and opened the door, but seeing Boss Ling's wife breastfeeding the child, and thinking of Boss Ling's possessiveness towards her, he stood at the door hesitantly.

Seeing Ling Mo walk out, he quickly backed away, Ling Mo closed the door with his backhand, and squinted at him, "You said that a man who is her father is sitting next to her and looking at her, does it really affect her appetite? "

When Song Yi heard this question, he couldn't control it, and burst out laughing. Seeing Ling Mo's serious face, he quickly stopped laughing, "Boss Ling, does it affect your appetite? Who is the person sitting next to her?" It doesn't matter, think about it, such a small doll, in her world, maybe only eat and sleep, but you..."

Curling his lips, he was really embarrassed to tell Boss Ling that he might steal Boss Xiaoling's rations.

In fact, Ling Mo didn't need him to finish everything, Ling Mo already understood why this little girl held grudges so much when he leaned against Ye Chen's chest the other day, seeing that she had eaten and fell asleep.

In the end, there was only a sigh, "What a heartless little white-eyed wolf."

Regarding whether Boss Xiao Ling is a little white-eyed wolf, Song Yi naturally would not and would not dare to comment. After handing the chicken soup in his hand to Boss Ling, he turned and left.

Thinking of Boss Ling's appearance of wanting to cry but no tears, Song Yi became more and more happy, and when he walked into the elevator, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

There were quite a few people in the elevator, and seeing the man walking in like this, they all subconsciously moved to the side, Song Yi also felt it, hey, think he's abnormal, damn it, as long as he doesn't touch That woman is more normal than anyone else.

(End of this chapter)