My Invincible Twin Babies

Shen Mingzhu is a girl. She can't be nameless. Although she is a nominally fiancee, she also has things that husband and wife should have.

After a little thought, Lin Zimo immediately nodded and said, "OK, I see. I'll let her pack up now. Don't worry!"

Mrs. Lin was relieved. She hung up and quickly told Lin zongfeng.

Shen Mingzhu vaguely heard a word and asked, "what's the matter?"

Lin Zimo smiled and explained, "mom said there would be a car to pick you up in half an hour."

Shen Mingzhu perceives the loss in Lin Zimo's tone and cares that he is talking about you, not us.

"Won't you go back with me?" Shen Mingzhu asked carefully.

Lin Zimo bowed his head and meditated for a while. Then he looked up and looked away. He said faintly, "I still have something to deal with. Darling, you go back first!"

Shen Mingzhu was a little lost, but he still forced himself to be calm and restrained, so he nodded skillfully and said, "if you are busy with work, I can go back first, but I will wait for you, Zimo!"

"Good!" Say it, Lin Zimo sat at the computer desk again, put on his glasses and began to work seriously.

Shen Mingzhu didn't have much to pack up, because she didn't bring a few clothes. When she arrived here, Lin Zimo helped her buy more.

Besides, Lin Zimo's work is still here after the new year. He must not stay at home for a long time. Thinking of this, Shen Mingzhu simply brought a few things he had to use every day.

It only took more than ten minutes for Shen Mingzhu to pack up.

When he came to Lin Zimo's study, he saw that he was concentrating on his mobile phone#@$&

Shen Mingzhu was about to leave him as soon as he wanted to be himself. He felt a loss in his heart. It was not easy for him to gradually accept himself. I really don't want to separate from him now.

She walked past lightly and wanted to take the opportunity to kiss him so that Lin Zimo wouldn't forget herself.

As soon as I stretched out my head, I saw Lin Zi Mo's slender fingers flying up and down on the keyboard. The wechat avatar on the wechat dialog interface is song Weiyu.

"Drizzle, happy new year. You used to invite me to celebrate the new year with you every year. Why this year?"

When he got here, Lin Zi Merton lived. He felt that the problem was too hypocritical. Song Weiyu already has Huo Tianhao. How can he invite himself to spend the new year together?%& (&

But if you don't ask, Lin Zimo's heart will be empty.

So he thought for a few minutes before editing again and said, "drizzle, happy new year. I haven't given you a new year gift this year. I'll send it to you later. Of course, there are stars!"

Shen Mingzhu suddenly turned pale. It turned out that Lin Zimo didn't go back with him, not because of his work, but because he still didn't completely forget song Weiyu.

The heart was as painful as being cut with a blunt knife. Shen Mingzhu's tears blurred his eyes.

She immediately raised her hand and wiped it off, because she didn't want Lin Zimo to see it or let people know that she lost to a woman with children.

The car has come and the door bell rings.

Lin Zimo went to open the door. Shen Mingzhu slowly came out of the room with simple luggage. When she came to the door, she still didn't give up. She looked at him and asked softly, "Zi Mo, if your work is finished, will you go back with me?"

Lin Zimo looked at Shen Mingzhu's red eyes. She didn't know that she had seen the text message she sent to song Weiyu, so she smiled and comforted her and said, "sorry, Mingzhu, please understand me. After the things on my side are handled, I'll go back with you!"

Shen Mingyan felt cold on his face, nodded carelessly, gave the salute to the driver behind him, and hurriedly sat in the car.

As soon as the car started, Lin Zimo closed the door. Looking at the door, Shen Mingzhu's heart seemed to fall to the bottom of the valley. This pain slowly spread all over his body, which was heartbreaking.

After Shen Mingzhu left, Lin Zimo turned off the computer and changed several clothes. He was not very satisfied.

Since Shen Mingzhu rashly went to see song Weiyu, Lin Zimo never spoke to her again.

His thoughts these days are deeply pressed in his heart, although accompanied by Shen Mingzhu. But he couldn't let go of his habit of taking care of song Weiyu for many years.

Even want to see song Weiyu before returning to Nancheng in the new year.

He kept telling himself that this was the last time he went to see song Weiyu. He wanted to see with his own eyes whether she was doing well, so that he could really rest assured.

Thinking of this, he took gifts for song Weiyu and Xingxing and drove to the apartment.

With an excited and uneasy mood, Lin Zimo got out of the car.

The sky has gradually darkened, and the street lights on both sides of the road have been on. Before Lin Zimo reached the door, he saw the huge French windows, and the house was bright.

A group of people were eating and talking in the house, watching the excitement. The three children were running around the house in new clothes.

Lin Zimo saw that song Weiyu gently raised the paper towel to Huo Tianhao's lips and carefully wiped the soup stains on the corners of his mouth.

There are two women and a man in the house. They look familiar, but Lin Zimo doesn't know them.

There is a reason not to call yourself such a lively scene.

Lin Zi Merton stopped, and the sense of loss spread from the bottom of his heart.

Such an occasion is really not suitable for yourself.

Thinking of this, Lin Zimo took out his mobile phone and called song Weiyu.

"Hello!" A familiar voice came from the receiver.

When his nose was sour, Lin Zimo choked and said, "light rain, happy New Year!"

Song Weiyu just wanted to return his blessing, but he was hung up.

Huo Tianhao sideways asks who she is. Song Weiyu shows him the call record.

Lin Zimo looked at them like glue, you and me. Such song Weiyu is something I have never seen. Maybe at this moment, I really should let go.

Snowflakes fell one by one from the sky and fell on Lin Zimo's coat, head and neck.

He looked inside for a long time before turning away.

He drove aimlessly on the busy roads of Beicheng. The bar that flashed through the window stopped him.

The streets are filled with the festive atmosphere of the new year, even bars. The sound of DJ music is deafening. Lin Zimo's eyes are blurred and he has been at a loss for a long time.

Lying on the bar, drinking one cup after another.

Until the whole person lost consciousness, the phone in his coat pocket rang many times, but no one answered.

In desperation, Lin zongfeng had to use telephone positioning to track Lin Zimo's position.