CEO's Secret Wife

Downstairs, the black luxury car stopped.

Su Zhengxiao looked up and saw the bright window from this angle.

Obviously, the two have returned home.

He took out a cigarette, put it on his thin lips and puffed.

Finally, he threw his cigarette end on the ground.

The red flame flickered in the night. He drove away without going upstairs.

Tang Xiaoran caught a cold.

She was top heavy, with floating steps under her feet, holding her forehead and sitting on the sofa.

Jingxuan received a cup of warm water from the water dispenser.

My little body squatted by the drawer and turned.

When he turned back to Tang Xiaoran, he put three amoxicillin in the palm of his hand and cold medicine: "Mom, drink it."

Slightly stunned, Tang Xiaoran's eyes were sour and swollen.

Rubbed his hair, she took it and drank, "do you want to eat anything else?"

She has a bad life.

However, Jingxuan is really sensible and distressing.

"I'm not hungry."

Jingxuan shook his head and buttoned the sofa: "Dad... Will you come back tonight?"

"No, go to bed. I have to go to school tomorrow."

Without any emotional ups and downs, she took him to the bedroom.

Jingxuan raised his head again: "does that father live in a villa?"

"I don't know, maybe. He has a lot of houses. Sleep." she reached out and patted him.

Su Zhengxiao's house in Hong Kong is innumerable. How could she know where he lives?

It can also be said that she did not know how many houses he had in Hong Kong.

The only thing she knows is that the place he often goes back to in Hong Kong is Su's house. He lives in Su's house almost half the time.

Although there is no one in Su's house.

Su Zhengxiao's parents died, followed by the old man.

Then Maggie.

Up to now, Su's house has been completely empty, leaving only Su Zhengxiao.

It's said that no woman has ever been there.

Over the years, there will be some women around him from time to time, either acting on the occasion or pretending to be real.

But they couldn't get there, and so did she.

Although, she is his nominal wife.

If he doesn't come back, she can relax, at least not so tight.

Just, thinking of his illness and Jingxuan, he was very anxious.

Back in the bedroom, I opened the wardrobe and accidentally saw several men's suits hanging next to him. They were all left by him in the past two days.

After a light sweep, Tang Xiaoran took out his clothes and closed the wardrobe.

Without a person in the room, breathing becomes free.

Compared with before, it has become too spacious, but more bleak and cold.

That night, Su Zhengxiao didn't come back to sleep.

She thought that she didn't love, so she wouldn't give up, embarrassment and heartache.

That night, she took her child walking in the park, and he never looked back.

Obviously, we already know the result.

At the bottom of my heart, why should I expect?

The next day.

Send Jingxuan away and she begins to draw.

When Jingxuan left, she said that the school had a parents' meeting. She refused and let uncle Liu go.

She had a bad cold. In addition, she stayed in the water for so long in such cold weather. She only felt dizzy.

Put down the pen and went back to the bedroom. She lay in bed.

Her forehead was still hot, her eyes closed, and her body curled up.

Consciousness can't keep awake. It's always vague.

It seems clear but not clear, like a dream but not a dream. It is impossible to distinguish reality from dream.

Confused and unconscious, she dreamed that Su Zheng owl came in.

Still gloomy with his ugly face, his hand touched her forehead. He took out his cell phone and called.

Then, I just felt some unspeakable tingling in my arm.

When she looked up, she had hung up the drip.

Then she heard Su Zhengxiao open his mouth in a gloomy tone: "don't you have ability? Don't you have ambition?"

She wanted to talk, but her mouth was dry. She murmured: "water..."

In a hazy way, she heard the man curse again.

"Why don't you die of thirst?"

Then the water flows slowly into the inlet, and the dry thirst fades in an instant, leaving only the moist sweetness.

She pursed the corners of her mouth and closed her eyes.

The dream was realistic and realistic, but she knew it was just a dream.

She can distinguish between dream and reality.

I slept for a long time.

Tang Xiaoran opened his eyes.

Jingxuan's small face was worried, and Liu shuduan came over.

There was no Su Zheng owl in the room.

Her eyes were dim and she sat up slowly: "thank you, uncle Liu."

Uncle Liu waved his hand: "drink the porridge quickly. Jingxuan is not at ease. He has been here all the time. He hasn't eaten yet."

"I don't have the strength to cook, uncle Liu. There's a restaurant downstairs. Can you bring some dishes?"

Liu Shuying left.

Tang Xiaoran drank the porridge, and uncle Liu just came up. The porridge in the morning was hot.

She asked Uncle Liu to eat with Jingxuan.

Uncle Liu refused to live or die. She said, "uncle Liu, stay with me. Jingxuan doesn't eat well alone. I can rest assured with you."

Hearing this, Liu Shucai was willing to sit down.

"By the way..." her eyes drooped, her tone was careful, with a trace of temptation, "uncle Liu, did you see Su Zheng Xiao when you came?"

Maybe I'm not dreaming.

Uncle Liu shook his head: "no, the young master went to the company to deal with the documents."

After all, she thinks too much.

Jingxuan took a plate, took some of the dishes out, brought them to her, and handed her a bowl of porridge: "Mom doesn't eat as much as Jingxuan. Eat more."

Tang Xiaoran couldn't eat it, but looking at the little face, she picked it up and ate it.

Jingxuan is sensible. All the dishes brought back are light and have no heavy taste.

He was brought up by Tang Xiaoran himself. He also knew his mother's habits.

After dinner, Tang Xiaoran asked him to have a rest.

He refused to sit there with her.

He hasn't been so sticky for a long time. Tang Xiaoran sighed gently, reached out to lift the quilt and patted the position on his side: "come up."

Jingxuan was very obedient. He took off his shoes in two or three times. He didn't forget to put them together with her flat and get into the quilt.

"I'll sleep here tonight. I haven't slept together for a long time. Since you grew up," Tang Xiaoran said, "in the future, I'll sleep with my mother, okay?"

Jingxuan was a little surprised and more excited!

"Hmm!" he nodded heavily and put his hand around her: "mom is so soft and fragrant!"

Tang Xiaoran took out the album.

Jingxuan's photos from one year old to eight years old, three thick, many.

"Come and see you before."

Others take their children to the photo studio for art photos. She has never been there.

Although artistic photos are beautiful, they are not true.

Jingxuan's photo was taken by herself. Holding the camera, she pushed him out and caught his occasional naughty appearance.

Among so many albums, Jingxuan is the only one.

Or it's a group photo of Jingxuan and her. There's no su Zhengxiao.

He doesn't like taking pictures. He stays in Hong Kong for a short time, and won't stay with her and her children.