The President Wants A Second Child

Song Jingquan pushed her away coldly. "Ye Miao, until now you still think you are right? If you didn't forgive people, you would have been down to this point? If you didn't have ye family means spicy, ye family went bankrupt? You're looking for everything! "

Ye Miao stood there with tears, crying so that he could not himself. "Song Jingquan, I hate you!"

She said, and rushed out!

Song Jingquan knead the swelling Temple of Taiyang, and Song Mother snorted coldly, "she should have divorced her long ago. She married such a woman, making our song family a joke of neighbors!"

Song Jingquan glanced at his mother coldly, "if I and Xueyan were at the beginning..."

Song mother was stunned, and some confusion rose in her eyes, or she had been wrong for so many years. She should not look at the surface Kung Fu, but also look at character and character

One side of the sleep is still crying, song Jingquan walked past gently touch her head, "don't cry, sleep, you will live with Dad..."

Sleep flat mouth, as sensible as to see song Jingquan.

Song Jingquan just looked at the leaves floating in the autumn wind outside. His heart was heavy. As the saying goes, character decides fate, and his character It's a real deal!

If at first not be tempted by the leaf seedling, did not let her pregnant, perhaps now he, and Jiang Xueyan have become a couple?

Yemiao rushed out of the community, and came to the bench of the roadside park. She took out her mobile phone and shook and dialed a strange number.

"Wu Boss Wu, it's me. "

"Oh, Miss ye, have you thought it out?"

"Well, I think it out..." The lips of the seedlings crossed a strange smile, "where are you, I'll go to you."

"I'm in room 1802 of XX hotel. Come here!"

Ye Miao hung up the phone, tears continued to flow down, but over the past three years, song Jingquan never touched her again.

What else could she choose besides this road?

Money, she has no; right, she has no; contacts, she has no!

The only thing that can be done is to climb up the bed of the rich and powerful men

……

It is night, autumn moon hanging in the sky, sprinkled silver light, unfortunately, the city night, bright lights, there is no light of a little moonlight.

Huo lengting and jiangxueyan play with Xiaoze in the playground. The little guy slides down the slide, runs up repeatedly, and throws the ball down one by one.

Looking at his son's pretty red face, Huo Lengzheng could not help but gently hug the waist of Jiang Xueyan, "wife, when shall we have a second child?"

Jiang Xueyan was stunned and shook his head. "Don't let's go for a while! Ozawa is still so small. "

Huo chuckled his lips. "I know I was not good last time Did you think of it? "

He has been talking to her about the past few days, hoping that she can remember more and more.

Unfortunately, the snow beauty can remember, only a little.

She remembers a little bit about the situation when she gave birth to a child.

"It hurts to have a baby!" She said, "isn't there enough Zee?"

"Don't you think he's alone?" Huo asked in a low voice.

Jiang Xueyan looks at his son playing alone. The little guy is talking to himself. He is lonely and pitiful.

Huo stared at her tiny lip, and he bent down and kissed.

The man's burning breath wrapped her all at once. She was not quiet and tried to struggle, but the man's big hand fixed her head.

Ozawa saw this scene on the side, and immediately blew up the hair!

He threw the sea ball in his hand, and the wind rushed over, and immediately grabbed his father's clothes. The little hand hit his face. "Don't kiss my mother. My mother is mine, it's mine!"

Small Ze's arrival, let Huo Cold Zheng helplessly release the river snow Yan, touched that hit the pain of the face, "huotianze, how did you hit again?"

"My mother is mine, don't kiss!" he said, leaving his mouth in his mouth

Jiang Xueyan rubbed the swelling Temple of Taiyang, "Xiaoze..."

How should she talk to her son? The little guy is tough, very overbearing.

Xiaoze wrongly fell into the bosom of Jiang Xueyan. "Mom, don't you want me?"

Looking at his son that full of pleading eyes, Jiang Xueyan was a bit funny, "fool, how can you not?"

"Mom, play with me!" The little guy pulls up Jiang Xueyan, and asks her to throw the ocean ball for him under, and he picks it up.

Huo Lengzheng has no words in his face, looking at the "enemy" who snatched his daughter, and rubbed the temple with headache.

Jiang Xueyan can not think of much, doctors say she is selective amnesia, that is to say, stimulated, so I choose to forget him.

Huo has not yet spoken, because he is afraid of an explanation, Jiang Xueyan will think of himself jumping down to save Cheng Chen Chen.

He saved Cheng Chen for a reason, but if he didn't jump, ye Shen might have saved her.Of course, Huo lengting at that time was really too anxious and afraid of Cheng Yulai. Really, at that time, there were other people under the sea who wanted to drag Cheng Chenchen to death

Anyway, Huo lengting knew that he was not thoughtful enough at that time, so he was cheated by Cheng Yu.

Jiang Xueyan, who has been playing with Ozawa for an hour, is so tired that her waist is sour.

The little guy is really a troublemaker. However, Jiang's mother's family has gone back to their hometown. Because Mrs. Jiang is very ill, they have to go back home to take care of her.

At this time, aunt Jiang will not take care of the elderly. When Mrs. Jiang is in good health, she always takes care of her family, planting vegetables, cooking, etc., and does a lot of work.

But now that she is ill, aunt Jiang si still curses her for not dying, which is a drag on her family. It is quite reasonable for her to say that.

Fourth uncle Jiang has been busy with small business, Jiang's father had to choose to go home to take care of his mother, who has never taken him seriously.

"By the way, let's go back to mom's tomorrow." See river snow Yan lead small Ze to come over, know the little guy has a good time.

"OK." Jiang Xueyan nods. She has an impression of her hometown, but it's not too deep. Some fragments of her relationship with Huo lengting are blurred like photos.

"Dad, shall we go to grandma's tomorrow? Good, good Ozawa blinked.

Ozawa yawned and felt sleepy.

Jiang Xueyan took him to take a bath or something. After half an hour's work, she finally cleaned the little guy.

Little guy's hair is not dry on the bed, do not need to sleep for a while.

Jiang Xueyan hung up the towel and looked at her son's peaceful sleeping face. The little guy's mouth was beefy and his eyelashes were curly. When the child was young, he was cute and cute.

Huo lengting hugged her from behind, and the hot breath sprayed on her ear lobes, "wife, tonight Can you? "