Belong with me,My Girl!

Dongfang Chen Ran to the past and pulled Lanyin's lapel, and his eyes burst out with ecstasy: "Lanyin, ink is back, I saw her, I really saw her, not illusion, absolutely not illusion, I really saw ink."

After Xia Zimo ran, Dongfang Chen stood there and really doubted whether he was dreaming.

But the angry uncle woke him up with a stick. It hurt, it hurt.

Not in a dream, absolutely not in a dream.

Dongfang Chen is still shaking LAN Yin: "Lan Yin, ink really came back, I really saw her, I'm not dreaming, I really saw, I still held her, kiss her."

LAN Yin is also very excited. The young lady is really back. The young master must be back. The young master is back. I haven't hugged him yet.

Dongfang Chen is excited, and LAN Yin is also excited.

Dongfang Chen kept saying that he was not dreaming, he was also pro ink, it was her, that was her taste.

Dongfang Chen touches his lips, he kisses Mo Mo, it's really her.

He sipped his mouth and savored the taste.

Dongfang Chen is so excited that he doesn't want to eat any more. He asks Lanyin to gather people and find them all over the street. He looks for Mo Mo and his son.

Xia Zimo is back, so his son must be back.

Find, find, hurry, turn the city around.

This evening, Dongfang Chen was so excited that she didn't sleep all night.

In Mingyuan District, Xia Zimo made a delicious sweet and sour fish, a plate of Braised Tofu, and the baby's favorite fried pork with bamboo shoots, plus a rib corn soup.

When Xia Zimo comes out with the soup, the doorbell just rings.

"Honey, go and open the door. My uncle is here."

The little baby went to the house and opened the door. It was really uncle.

"In the summer, my uncle bought you fruit."

"It's very kind of uncle. Uncle, come to dinner."

"Brother, come and have a meal," Xia Zimo untied her apron.

"In summer, my uncle feeds you."

Small summer holding an iron bowl rice, eat fragrant, grilled a mouthful of rice, vaguely said: "uncle, I will eat."

"Brother, you will eat your own in summer."

My uncle liked him so much that he touched the head of summer and said, "it's not like a two-year-old child. It's really good."

Small summer wrapped up a mouth meal and said vaguely: "uncle, I am two and a half years old, soon three years old."

"Ha ha, good summer."

When Dongfang Chen opened his Ferrari all over the street, the family ate delicious food.

After dinner, summer sitting on the carpet to play jigsaw, summer purple ink washed clean, hand carrying a plate of fruit.

"Purple ink, this house lives is used to no, I said let you go with summer to my place to live, you are not willing to."

Xia Zimo ate Hongti himself: "brother, this house is very good, big and quiet, go to you that will disturb you."

"Today, I'm crazy to buy a mobile phone. I've got a name for him He said it's my man, but it's not me, "Xia Zimo whispered and looked at Xia Tian who was playing at the same time." he also asked where my baby is. I don't know him, but how he knows me. He said his name is Dongfang Chen. Isn't dongfangchen president of Qingcang? I've seen him on TV. Why does he chase me? "

"Have you met?" Qi Yu narrowed his eyes and then took a look at summer: "purple ink, everyone has it these days. You should be careful when you go out with summer."

Xia Zimo bit Hongti and pondered a little: "no reason, the president of Qingcang, he has no reason to chase me. Do you think he recognized the wrong person?"

Qi Yu asked: "purple ink, you Do you want to find my father in summer

Xia Zimo pondered for a minute and shook her head: "I don't want to. I'm used to taking summer alone in the past two years. I don't want to be robbed by someone. Besides, elder brother, don't you say that the man hurt me deeply? No matter how hard it is, I've come all by myself. Now I just want to stay with my baby."

Dongfang Chen's car turned around and didn't see anything. LAN Yin advised him: "young master, it's too late. I'll look for it tomorrow. Since my grandmother is back, she will certainly appear. Young master can't be in a hurry."

How can he not be in a hurry? Dongfang Chen is going crazy. For more than two years, there is no way to describe the mood he felt when he saw the woman. She did not change at all. She was so beautiful. As soon as Dongfang Chen thought of her standing by the sea in her long skirt, he would like to take her back to bed and eat her blood together.

Bill is sleeping, Dongfang Chen a phone call: "bastard, get up quickly, lend me all your people, hear me, call your people out."

Bill was startled. "Oh, my God, what's going on? Is it going to war?"

"Hit you dead head, quickly lend me all your father's people, immediately, immediately, or I will kill you!"

Bill reluctantly got out of bed and said, "God, you son of a bitch."It's so late, I'm sure I haven't found anything. It's one o'clock in the morning and there's no one on the street.

Dongfang Chen finally went back with Lanyin.

LAN Yin asked him to go to sleep, but where he could sleep, the whole person was still excited and excited. He could go up the mountain and kill a tiger.

He lay in bed with a pillow in his arms, and he had a long night.

The power of the dark night gate occupied the whole city. Soon, at about ten o'clock the next morning, Bill took a group of people and put a stack of photos in front of Dongfang Chen.

It was a picture of a young mummy holding her baby out of the airport. There were several photos, which were intercepted by the computer on the surveillance video.

Although the woman was wearing sunglasses, Dongfang Chen recognized it at a glance. It was Xia Zimo, his ink, and the person she led, was not His son.

Waiting for Dongfang Chen to call out, housekeeper LAN called out first: "God, little young master, I finally see the little young master, he can walk, young master, I am an old man finally wait for him to come back."

LAN housekeeper ecstatic holding photos are crazy kiss a few.

Young master, young master.

Housekeeper LAN cried with joy.

The picture is not very clear. Xia Zimo's outline is clearer. The little baby is small. You can only see him holding a big gun, small arms, legs and small face.

"Son, son," Dongfang Chen looked at his son and didn't know how to say it. This is his son.

Nonsense, Xia Zimo is holding, not who his son is.

Someone handed over two photos: "young master Dongfang, this mother and son came out of the airport and got on this car."

All the surveillance footage from the airport, the man who came to pick them up, the black Bentley, the license plate number.

Oriental Chen a look: "this man is very familiar."

Bill had already poured a good glass of wine from his cupboard and came up. "Of course, I'm familiar. My people have checked the license plate number. Who do you think belongs to that car?"

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