Kiss You, Sweetheart

Mrs. Zhong straightened her back and said, "it's all known that the marriage of two children can't be held any more. But Xiuyan has been so hurt that she has to get married in the future... "

"You can come up with a reasonable number." Qi Pei interrupted Mrs. Zhong and knew what she was going to say.

Reasonable number!

As Mrs. Zhong listened, she felt a chill. What Qi Pei means is, don't worry about it. They won't give it to the Song family. The so-called reasonable number is only in line with the value of your Zhong Xiuyan.

Tear off the camouflage of intimacy, the powerful family is so cold and heartless.

Mrs. Zhong thought about it and said, "I have to go home and discuss this with our old clock."

"Yes." Qi Pei slightly Yang smile, cold alienation, "thought to call me."

"Well, I won't disturb Mrs. song any more." Mrs. Zhong stands up and pulls Zhong Xiuyan away.

The car was parked on the lawn, and Mrs. Zhong was opening the door when Zhong Xiuyan suddenly gave a sad smile: "Mom, am I your product?"

Mrs. Zhong listened, sighed a little, opened the car door, pulled her into the car: "don't be silly, daughter. We can't count on the marriage of the Song family. Now the only thing we can get is money. In any case, the Song family must be given tens of millions. "

Mrs. Zhong said it easily, which made Zhong Xiuyan feel that she just angrily brought her to the Song family to discuss the argument. The ultimate goal was just to ask for money.

After sending Zhong Tai and Zhong Xiuyan away, Qi Pei's straight back just withered down and leaned on the back of the sofa with a deep sigh. After a while, song Yankuan came back home and saw her slumping on the sofa. With a trace of heartache in her eyes, she sat down beside her.

"How's it going?"

"What else? Pay for it. " Qi Pei said coldly. She followed song Yankuan and stretched out toward the coffee table. "I'll call your good son right now."

Song Yankuan handed her the mobile phone, with a sharp tone: "Zhixin is too shameful. It's time to talk about him."

Qi Pei got through song Zhixin's mobile phone and said in a deep voice, "your father and I are waiting for you at home. We'll come back early."

But song Zhixin said, "I'll go to the hospital later. I'll come back very late."

"You..." Before Qi Pei's words were finished, song Zhixin hung up her mobile phone. She was so angry that she threw it away and tears fell down. "Look at your son, for a woman, just treat her mother like this. Hang up on me. It's never the same thing. "

Qi Pei's heart is deeply hurt. He feels that his son is going to be robbed and his heart is like a knife.

***

in a confinement center, Bo Jiayan made a whole floor for Bo en'en. The decoration of the center is gorgeous, and the service staff are very amiable. The whole floor exudes a kind of comfortable light aroma.

There is a beautiful crib beside Bo en's big bed. When Demi went, the baby had just had milk and was sleeping.

He is really a beautiful young man. His face is tender and white. Although his eyebrows and eyes are not long, they are much more beautiful than ordinary babies. Think about it, according to the gene of Bo en en and Bo Jiayan, the baby's appearance will be against the sky in the future.

Bo en wanted to talk to Demi for a while, so she asked Yuesao to push the crib into the living room temporarily. Bo Jiayan goes home to pick up song Lifang and is away for the time being.