His Sunny Wife

Nangong Yaoling didn't dare to think about it any more. He couldn't even think about it.

He forces himself not to think. He doesn't want to believe what may have happened or what has happened.

He rushed out of the ward.

In front of the old house, a Ferrari sports car slowly stopped.

The driver in front got out of the car quickly, opened the rear door respectfully and handed a white jade crutch.

"Young master, shall I inform Madame?" The driver asked respectfully.

"No, you wait for me here." He said faintly.

Xiao Zhang nodded and said: "emperor, please be careful."

Nangong Yaoling didn't bother to pay attention to him, so he went to the old house step by step. In front of

, a sycamore tree is green and yellow, and the wind breaks the short hair of men, and it also blew up the fallen leaves.

Nangong Yaoling put his hand in front of the code lock.

However, when he pressed a few numbers, his hand, still in mid air, suddenly stopped for a few seconds.

His face turned pale.

Hands in mid air, a little bit, make a fist.

He frowned with some chagrin. There was a lot of complexity and pain in his pretty eyebrows.

He hated his weakness and found that he had no courage to face it.

He was afraid that the truth would be more cruel than he thought, or as the outside world rumored, so miserable that he could not bear to gamble.

He clearly knows that what he wants to hear is only an explanation and a "no".

How he hoped that all this was just groundless and that some people maliciously made up everything.

However, even he himself could not strengthen his heart, let alone pretend that nothing had happened.

He turned and leaned heavily against the wall behind him.

Not far away, the driver stood in front of the car, looking at his young master painfully. He wanted to go forward, but he didn't dare to disturb him easily.

Nangong Yaoling takes out a cigarette from his pocket and lights it.

Smoke curl, a little floating into the sky, disappeared in an instant.

He looked at the smoke in front of him. He was so afraid that everything he had would be like the smoke. The wind would blow and disappear in a moment.

His conceit, his pride, his family, his love

He grew up with a sense of satisfaction and superiority built up in his heart.

With the wind, it will become dust all over the ground.

No

He is Nangong Yaoling, even if he has nothing, he will not be knocked down.

He heard a voice in his heart to cheer him up, but the voice was so small that it seemed so weak.

He felt that he had never been so cowardly in his life.

He was afraid, afraid that the truth would be like a rumor, that he was not his mother's own son Or His little warm It can't be his lover

The two women he loved most in his life.

He's lost his father. Is he going to lose them at the same time again?

Nangong Yaoling closed his eyes.

Just then, suddenly, there was a conversation inside the door.

The voice from far to near, make Nangong Yaoling suddenly come back.

He couldn't help but step back.

"Director Huang Please help me find her And Liang Shaochen He can do anything to get warm. I was really afraid that he would do something to hurt her

I beg you, I must save the child... "

"Don't worry, madam. I'll try my best." Officer Huang stopped at the door, hesitated for a few seconds, then turned and looked at Mrs. Nangong in front of him