One pregnancy two babies: daddy, your wife has run away

Standing a few meters away, she clenched her fist and wanted to kill her with one fist.

Why did she come back? Why didn't she die outside.

She finally fell in love with the man, but was disturbed by her.

Can she not hate?

Nanmu orange turned around and saw Qiao Yanan looking at himself with a smile.

Qiao Yanan feels crazy. Why should she smile at her?

"Yanan, what a coincidence?" Nanmu orange smiled at the corners of her mouth. She stood where she was.

"I passed by. Did you come to find someone?" Qiao Yanan still smiled and hated nanmu orange in her heart.

Nanmu orange hurriedly explained in order not to cause necessary misunderstanding.

"No, I passed by, too. I'll go first and call Yao Xiya to get together when I have time. " Nanmu orange said he was going to lift his feet and leave.

Qiao Yanan nodded.

"OK, shall I take you. You should buy a car. You are song Chuming's fiancee; He won't be so stingy that he can't even give up a car, or... His mother is still against you? " Qiao Yanan wants to tear off nanmu orange's hypocritical face.

She thought that whoever she was on the list would become a Phoenix.

Ridiculous.

Nanmu orange's face changes color slightly. What does Qiao Yanan mean, but she can't attack. Isn't that right with her?

"Ya Nan, Chu Ming is not so stingy. Our marriage is also on the agenda. It's time for you to come. I'll go first. I'll be late for work. " Nanmu orange left by car without looking back.

Disgusting

Qiao Yanan can't maintain it any longer. One day, you nanmu orange will get out of Tongcheng.

And she is Lu Yucheng's wife and the hostess of Lu's group.

It's not bullshit for you to refuse nanmu orange.

Qiao Yanan didn't go in to find Lu Yucheng, because she knew that Lu Yucheng didn't like talking about dead people at work.

Qiao Yanan turned around and contacted Yao Xiya about this weekend.

Nanmu orange arrived at the finance office just before work time, but it's strange that song Chuming's phone has been unable to connect, and no one even answered the landline.

Maybe I'm busy!

Nanmu orange wants to have a look after work and have a good dinner with song Chuming at home.

But when she thought of the ten million, nanmu orange was very heavy.

Forget it, just take it.

"Nanmu orange, the director asked you to go to the tax bureau this afternoon." Zhang Li came in and said loudly.

"I see. I'll go right away." Nanmu orange simply cleaned up the documents and went out.

After the business is completed, it is already more than 5 p.m. after nanmu orange calls the finance department, these documents will be used tomorrow morning. She went directly to the place where song Chuming worked.

The door of the law firm was locked. Nanmu orange looked through the glass and there was no one inside.

Is it rest?

No way!

Song Chuming's cell phone is turned off, and nanmu orange is silly.

It must be in the court. The trial is not over yet.

It must be so. Nanmu orange buys vegetables and goes home to cook.

Song Chuming didn't come back until 8 p.m. and his mobile phone was turned off.

Nanmu orange looked at a table of dishes. She kept looking at the time.

Song Chuming didn't come back until ten o'clock.

Nanmu orange simply had dinner and dialed several times before going to bed.

Maybe his cell phone is dead. Maybe he has gone home by now.

It was very bright at night. Nanmu orange opened a box with a list in it.

It's a list for the baby for about a month. She doesn't even know the baby's gender.

The day after tomorrow is the baby's birthday, the eleventh birthday.

Nanmu orange sits all night every day.

"Honey, you'll be eleven the day after tomorrow. Mother wishes you a happy birthday. If you really feel it, come to your mother's dream, okay... "Nan Mu orange whispered, and the cold tears quickly slipped out of his eyes.

The response to her was still speechless choking. I don't know how long it took.

Doodle

Nanmu orange was awakened by the urgent bell. She casually wiped the tears on her face.

Zhou Qishan?

Why did she call in at this point? This is the first time.

Nanmu orange took a deep breath and then connected.

"Nanmu orange, has Chu Ming come back?" Zhou Qishan's tone was extremely poor.

"Aunt, I haven't contacted him. I closed the door when I went this afternoon. I'm still waiting. " Nanmu orange said.

"Nanmu orange, Chu Ming has really been unlucky with you for eight years. Are you happy that his law firm has closed down? Get away from my son. You've caused it. " Zhou Qishan said that and hung up.

Closed down?

How come?

Yesterday was fine. What happened?

Nanmu orange was stunned. Song Chuming's favorite career

Jane Beiji drives around the entertainment club looking for the trace of song Chuming

With his memory, nanmu orange found Jane Beiji's phone in the call record and dialed it out.

"Something to say!" Jane Becky said impatiently.

"Where is Chu Ming?" Nanmu orange asked eagerly.

"I don't know. I'm looking for it. Don't contact me! "

When the phone was cut off, nanmu orange went out with his bag.

Nanmu orange didn't know where to find someone for a while. Finally, she stopped at the door of a pink club.

This is the largest club in Tongcheng. Song Chuming has a long-term private room here.

Maybe he was drunk here and nanmu orange trotted into the club.

The decoration of the club is extremely luxurious, and the handsome men and women are very eye-catching.

Nanmu orange has no mind to appreciate it. She quickly runs to song Chuming's private room.

Stop at the door of room 1109 on the eleventh floor. Nanmu orange can't be sure.

She grabbed a young man in uniform.

"Hello, have the people in this private room been here today?" Nanmu orange said eagerly.

The young man thought for a moment, then looked at nanmu orange's worried look.

"Well, I guess I've had a rest. I drank too much wine because I was a regular guest of the club. I remember better. Who are you? " The young man confirmed his identity to nanmu orange.

Nanmu orange saw clearly that the sign on the young man's chest said floor manager.

"I'm his fiancee. Could you please open the door?" Nanmu orange said.

The young man hesitated and looked at the woman in front of him. It seemed that he didn't lie.

"OK, Mr. Song will give it to you. If you need to call the front desk." The young man told people to open the door of the private room and left.

Nanmu orange covered his nose, and a strong smell of wine filled the luxurious private room.

Song Chuming was already unconscious on the sofa. He leaned on the sofa and slept uneasily.

Nanmu orange squatted down and looked at Song Chuming's face. Why didn't he tell her something so big?

Nanmu orange made great efforts to settle him down. She quickly sorted out the empty wine bottle on the tea table.

He's dying. Drink so much?

Nanmu orange still called Zhou Qishan.