Baby Assist: Mommy, have another child!

The night after the operation, Jolin got drunk.

She took away all the bodyguards and nurses, sat alone in the corner of the ward with a wine bottle, staring at the full moon outside the window.

The operation failed and the man was engaged.

When she received the call from Yan Huan, the anesthetic on her body had not been completely eliminated.

She was not surprised that men would give up and marry others.

She just didn't expect it to be so fast.

She got up and climbed onto the balcony, and the knife edge on her stomach hurt as she moved.

Obviously, she used to be a person who was not afraid of pain. No matter how men tortured her, or even how relatives abused and humiliated her after her family went bankrupt, she didn't cry much.

It's just a knife edge. Why did the tears fall down so badly?

“angel！”

Almost the moment she opened the window, the man's voice sounded at the same time.

She was carried off the balcony from behind by a man before the wind blew.

Wilson grabbed the bottle in her hand and took her back to bed. His tone was much more severe than usual. "Where did you get the wine?"

She was so dizzy that she tilted her head and didn't want to talk.

Sleepiness gradually hit. Before the complete loss of consciousness, a man's sigh came from his ear, "do you still love him?"

Love?

Maybe.

……

Three years later.

airport.

There was no rest for three consecutive days and nights. When Jolin got off the plane, she nearly fell down, and she could barely stand still with the help of the stewardess.

The flight attendant looked at her anxiously, "madam, I'd better call an ambulance for you."

She shook her head. "No, please help me to the elevator."

"Is anyone coming to pick you up?"

She nodded wearily, her eyelids almost closing.

The flight attendant quickly held her and freed one hand to press the elevator.

"Ding -" the elevator door opened slowly.

The flight attendant was about to help Jolin in, but suddenly saw the man standing inside and couldn't help stopping.

He was alone in the elevator. He looked about thirty.

A face too handsome to look directly at.

The impeccable facial features are like the hands of God. They can't pick out a trace of silver hair, and there are those shallow amber pupils that can capture people's soul.

The black trousers wrapped the man's slender and straight legs, and the shirt collar untied two buttons at will, which was full of debauchery.

He was standing there.

Absolute nobility, extreme indifference.

He raised his head slightly, glanced at them with a very light look, and the black diamond in his right ear flickered.

The stewardess' heart beat faster and her mouth trembled, "first, first, sir, can I take an elevator with you?"

The man said nothing, neither promised nor objected. Just still standing in the middle of the elevator, there was no intention of making way.

The stewardess looked at him with crimson cheeks. She wanted to go, but she was reluctant to leave. She had to hold the elevator door with one hand and stare greedily at the man's handsome face.

After watching for a while, I found that the man did not see himself at all, but the woman sleeping in her arms.

But the eyes were very cold, like looking at a stone.

Jolin has just returned from the show. She is still wearing a dress.

Very thick black, V-neck with high fork and exposed shoulder back, which makes her legs slender. More importantly, it makes her white skin as white as ceramic tile more delicate.

It was a very gray color, but she wore a sense of abstinence.

I don't know when the long straight hair was cut short. The tail of the hair was just integrated with the line of her jaw. It looked both capable and delicate.

She was now sleeping in the arms of strangers, looking weak and weak enough to arouse men's desire for protection.

The stewardess looked at the man's red fruit eyes, inexplicably jealous of the woman in her arms, and moved restlessly.

Over the past five years, Jolin has almost devoted herself to her work, which has seriously compressed her sleep time. It is precisely because of the short sleep time that she falls asleep very well every time.

The stewardess moved twice. Seeing that she didn't wake up, she said loudly in her ear: "madam, it's time to get on the elevator!"

Jolin woke up with a start and looked impatient at the stewardess as soon as she opened her eyes.

She stepped back awkwardly and was ready to apologize. Unexpectedly, the heel accidentally stepped on the gap in the elevator door, and the whole person fell back, "right..."

The stewardess wanted to reach out and drag her, but she was still a step late.

When the familiar fragrance drilled into her nose, Jolin still didn't believe it for a second until she raised her head to the familiar face.

The skin of the whole body suddenly tightened, and the hair trembled.

"How long are you going to lie on me?" The low and impatient voice broke her nervous and frightened heart in an instant.

She stood up from the man's arms in almost a second, leaned against the elevator and whispered, "I'm sorry... No. thank you."

The man stood quietly and didn't answer.

As cold as a stranger.

Jolin pursed her lips and got up to go out, but as soon as she opened her legs, the stewardess squeezed up and blocked her exit firmly.

If she wants to go out, she can only go around behind the man.

While hesitating whether to do so, the stewardess pressed the ground floor directly. The man didn't move. Most of them were the same way with them.

She still has a headache.

Fortunately, the speed of the elevator down was not slow, but in about a minute, the stewardess who kindly helped her was about to say his birthday.

Jolin couldn't help looking up at the man.

She stood behind him and could look at him safely without being noticed.

I haven't seen him for five years. His ruffian spirit has long been honed. On the contrary, he is more calm, but his face is still impeccable.

Moreover, the charm is no less than that of the past.

She just slept for a few minutes, and he became obsessed with the stewardess.

At the thought that she had been fascinated by the man's face like the stewardess, the corners of her mouth raised unconsciously.

The stewardess' charming voice came, "Sir, are you here to meet people at the airport?"

She thought that a man would not answer such boring words, but he suddenly said, "I'll pick up my wife."

The word "madam" shook her whole body in an instant.

She looked up at the man's side face in a daze. It was probably because she mentioned his wife. The man's indifferent face also glowed softly.

When the stewardess saw his face, her heart broke, "it's nice that Mr. has a wife. I think she must be very beautiful?"

The man said blandly, "no, she looks very ordinary."

Jolin twitched in the corners of her mouth.

Only a straight man like Ji Yunchen can describe a woman like Jane Xi - she looks average.

It's not surprising to think that he used to say so about himself, even calling her ugly.

As soon as the stewardess heard this, her self-confidence came back immediately. "Well, would you like to leave me a business card? You can call me directly when you book a flight later."

Jolin glanced at her and said nothing.

Just then, the elevator door suddenly opened, and a gentle and beautiful female voice came in at the same time, "Yunchen!"

Jolin raised her head when she heard the sound, and was not surprised to see her matchless face.

She suddenly regretted returning home today