The wealthy ex-wife of the president

Chapter 407 No child to die?

He remembers the company, he remembers the meeting, he remembers to eat the dumplings made by Si Lan, but he can't remember - Su Weixi, that's all.

"I'm sorry, baby. Mom didn't mean to cry. Mom was just... just touched. Your father came to pick me up today and brought me milk with his own hands... Mom is really happy, mom is happy..."

As she spoke, the corners of her mouth curled up with all her strength...

Tears are more surging.

"Can I not go in?" Si Lan stood at the door, refusing to go in for a long time, with an awkward expression, touching his stomach with his fingers, and pouted his mouth slightly, as if he was acting like a baby.

"Asi, don't be arrogant." Lan Sichen stroked her hair, holding something in the other hand, and holding Si Lan's hand in the other, "He Lianze knows how to spend the New Year with Mrs. Song, you have the heart Leave him alone."

Si Lan lowered his head, "Maybe, he's already used to it."

Lan Sichen smiled slightly, "Asi, no one likes or gets used to being alone."

"He is your only relative in this world, and you are the same, his only relative. Even if you don't invite him with you, at least come and see him. It's not difficult, is it?"

Si Lan was still hesitating, when he heard Lan Sichen continue to say: "Don't you want our child to have an extra grandpa who loves him dearly?"

"I... I just went in for a while!" Si Lan looked up at him and said awkwardly.

Qiao Yan is her father, but he is weak and incompetent, which turned their family reunion into a human tragedy, and now he still dare not recognize himself; this makes Si Lan not willing to visit him.

Lan Sichen smiled, nodded, and took her hand and walked inside.

Qiao Yan was writing the door couplet by herself, writing vigorously, without sloppiness, and finishing quickly enough; after finishing the last word, she looked up to see Lan Sichen and Si Lan, with surprise and joy flashing across her old eyes.

"Lanlan...you...why are you here?" The excited one was a little incoherent.

Si Lan avoided his gaze and said nothing, Lan Sichen put down his things, walked to him and saw the words he wrote, with admiration in his eyes.

"It's almost the end of the new year, and Asi and I come to see you. Uncle's handwriting is really good." After Lan Sichen finished speaking, he waved to Si Lan: "Asi, come and see Uncle's handwriting, it is very beautiful."

"It's not that good to just write when you're bored." Qiao Yan was embarrassed to let her daughter read what she wrote.

Si Lan quietly walked to Lan Sichen's side. The closer Si Lan got, the more uneasy Qiao Yan became. He didn't know how to get along with the child, let alone how to get along with Si Lan, so he froze in place for a while.

"It looks okay..." Si Lan said lightly.When Qiao Yan's face was full of joy, Si Lan said again: "But--it's far worse than your writing."

"Ace." Lan Sichen's doting tone was full of helplessness, and he glanced at Qiao Yan apologetically.

"Whether I'm right or not, you'll know as soon as you write it down." Si Lan squinted at Qiao Yan deliberately.

Qiao Yan's face was a little stiff and embarrassed, and he forced a smile: "Let's write it, I want to read it too." As he said that, he had already laid out the paper for Lan Sichen.

Lan Sichen was caught in the middle, right and left, and finally had no choice but to lift the brush, without thinking too much, writing like a god, in one go, the ink was still wet, but the handwriting was majestic, which was more than a hundred times better than Qiao Yan's.

Qiao Yan couldn't help but nodded and praised: "Good words, good words."

It's not because of the relationship between Lan Sichen and Si Lan, but Lan Sichen's handwriting is indeed a master's style, and now very few young people can write such domineering calligraphy.

Lan Sichen remained calm, "I'm sorry, these are Spring Festival couplets, I wasted writing them."

"Thousand glasses of wine, a line of tears, half a lifetime of wind and rain, and the end of youth." Si Lan recited it silently, with a smile on his lips, looked at Lan Sichen deeply, and heard Qiao Yan say: "The words are good words, but the words are too good." It is delicate to have a long-term relationship between children and daughters."

"I wrote this." When Lan Sichen had no time to speak, Si Lan said coldly.

Qiao Yan's face froze, and the atmosphere became stiff again.Lan Sichen smiled helplessly, the atmosphere that was finally restored was broken by Si Lan's casual sentence, why did this child become like a hedgehog now.

"After Asi got pregnant, she had a bad temper. Uncle, don't take her words to heart."

Qiao Yan shook his head, no, no, how could he be angry with Si Lan, because he owed Si Lan too much...

"I'm tired and want to go home."

Lan Sichen held Si Lan's hand and said to Qiao Yan, "Uncle, we won't bother you any more. If you are free on New Year's Eve, I hope you will come and spend it with us."

Si Lanjuan frowned, and when she raised her head to meet Lan Sichen's gaze, she swallowed the words on her lips, and bowed her head without saying a word.

Qiao Yan looked a little excited, but became cautious when seeing Si Lan.

"Asi, let's go." Lan Sichen didn't give Qiao Yan a chance to refuse, and led Si Lan away from Qin's house.

In the car.

Lan Sichen sighed: "Asi, don't be like a little hedgehog. He is not your enemy, and he will not hurt you."

Si Lan looked sideways at the receding scenery outside the window, and replied lightly: "I know."

"You always like a lively New Year. There will be many people this year. Are you unhappy?"

"If you don't invite him." I'll be happy.

"But he is your father, the child's grandfather." Lan Sichen emphasized his tone, "Let him pass the past."

"The problem is, he doesn't dare." Si Lan turned his head and stared at him seriously, "He still dare not recognize me. What am I, no matter how guilty I am, I can make him even his own daughter None of them."

Lan Sichen didn't speak anymore because he couldn't give Si Lan an answer.

Su Weixi's embarrassment is very serious. Fortunately, Lan Ruixiu is very busy these days and has no time to talk to her, and he didn't notice that her face was pale like a female ghost.

During lunch time, Su Weixi had just eaten a few mouthfuls when her stomach began to churn, and she immediately ran to the bathroom to vomit.When she came back, there were still drops of water on her face, and her colleague jokingly asked her if she was pregnant.

Su Weixi laughed and teased: "Yes, yes, I am pregnant with you, are you responsible?"

When she was about to leave work, she received a call from Lan Ruixiu asking her to go to the auto shop.

Su Weixi didn't know what he wanted to do, so she immediately went to touch up her makeup, hurriedly took a taxi to the auto shop, and saw Lan Ruixiu as soon as she entered.His slender legs were wrapped in a silver-gray suit and straight suit pants. Just standing there, his temperament and aura made people unable to take their eyes off him.

"President..." As soon as Su Weixi walked up, Lan Ruixiu turned around and immediately threw something to her.

Surprised, Su Weixi quickly caught it, looked at the car keys clearly, and looked at Lan Ruixiu in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"Your." Lan Ruixiu said concisely, seeing that Su Weixi hadn't reacted yet, he opened the door and threw her into the driving seat, "This car will be yours from now on, don't take the bus anymore."

"You gave me the car?" Why?
"I don't want others to say that I, Lan Ruixiu, are stingy. It's ridiculous that the wife of President Tianlan has to take the bus when she goes out." Lan Ruixiu snorted coldly, staring at her sharply, "Don't worry, even if we divorce, the car will be in the car." You don't need to return it either."

"Insurance, licenses are all settled for you." Lan Ruixiu put his hands on his chest casually, "You can take me home now."

Su Weixi lowered her eyes, did he give her the car just because she didn't want to embarrass him?
There was a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, yes, he has always been so generous to women.

Su Weixi was driving, and Lan Ruixiu was sitting beside her. Although she was driving very slowly, Lan Ruixiu didn't say anything, women always drive like this.

I glanced at her from time to time. I thought she was trying to win his sympathy. Last night, I heard from Aunt Li that she took the public bus every day and transferred to the company; He can only say that Su Weixi's morality is deeper than any woman he has met before.

The only explanation was that she wasn't pretending, but why didn't she buy a car with the money she gave her?And I have never seen her buy any high-end luxury goods, and I have never seen her cash the check; I have not given her a dime of the 5000 million that I promised to give before, and she has never mentioned it.

Does she really care about money?

The car had just stopped, and when Su Weixi was about to turn off the engine, she heard a cold voice in her ear——

"Su Weixi, are you sure you haven't fallen in love with me?"

Su Weixi's hand holding the car keys froze, her face became paler and almost transparent.

When Si Lan got home, he locked himself in the room again, flipping through Qiao Yu's diary, flipping through the past.

Qiao Xue and Qiao Yan really loved each other, but they missed each other in this life after all. Qiao Xue loved her all her life, suffered all her life, was betrayed by her dearest sister, despised by her husband, lost her child, and began to let herself sink. Poorer than anyone else.

Si Lan closed the diary and sighed heavily; it was only because Qiao Yu was young and energetic that she was unwilling to be rejected by Qin Xuanyi, and designed all of this to cause the tragedy of the Qiao family; but the tragedy of the Lan family was caused by the relationship between Wen Wanrou and Lan Yuanmo. ...

The grievances and grievances of the previous generation are really too complicated and too——heartache.

"Asi, can I come in?" Lan Sichen's voice came from outside the door.

Si Lan put the diary away, "Come in."

Lan Sichen came to her side with the milk, and cut her hair, "Drink a glass of milk and rest for a while."

Si Lan took the cup, looked up at him, and said for no reason: "Si Chen, do you still hate them?"

Sitting beside her, Lan Sichen ran his fingers through her soft hair, and said in a low voice neither sad nor happy: "I didn't hate it a long time ago."

Si Lan stared at him closely with uncertain eyes.

"Although they made me suffer, they are the ones who brought me into this world after all. Besides... I hated them..." Lan Sichen's heavy voice was full of sadness, and he paused, "But hate doesn't mean anything. Can't make me happy."

Si Lan stretched out a hand to hug him, and leaned forward to kiss the corner of his lips, "It's okay, the child and I will be with you in the future. Our family will be together forever."

Lan Sichen stretched out his hands to hug her, like two cold people snuggling up to each other for warmth in winter. "I know. I'm fine with you every day, and I'll be even better with kids."

The warm palm landed on the tip of her belly, where the crystallization of their love and all their happiness were born.

(End of this chapter)