The President Wants A Second Child

Qian Shishi didn't wake up until 2:00 p.m. when she opened her eyes and looked blankly at the two empty coffee cups in front of her, she was stunned.

Then suddenly remembered, Huo Tianze came, and then she drank coffee sleepy, finally fell asleep.

Qian Shishi blinked suspiciously. Although she would be sleepy after drinking coffee, how could she sleep so easily?

What about Huo Tianze? Are you gone?

Qian Shishi immediately looked for people everywhere, but at this time, Huo Tianze could not be seen anywhere. Through the French windows, she could see downstairs and only stopped her own car. Huo Tianze's luxury car had already left.

How could she fall asleep at that time?

Qian Shishi beat his head in frustration. Looking at the time, he found that it was two o'clock in the afternoon, and his face changed greatly.

It's unreasonable that she should have been sleeping for such a long time.

But what's wrong with that? Huo Tianze can't give her medicine?

Qian Shishi suspiciously picked up the mobile phone, his eyes suddenly shrunk.

Huo Tianze suddenly changed his attitude towards her. Is there any purpose? Before, in order to improve himself, Huo Tianze was able to make her think that he fell in love with himself. Now? Could it be the same thing?

Qian Shishi, who had suffered a loss on Huo Tianze before, was immediately flustered.

Even if Qian Shishi was proud of himself, he didn't feel trapped in Huo Tianze's Bureau twice in a row.

She did not believe that she would not have any attraction to Huo Tianze, but now she was flustered.

Qian Shishi picked up the mobile phone, hurriedly unscrambled the password, and then checked it again. She found that there was no evidence that she had done something bad in her mobile phone. All the things were deleted by her. She could not help but feel relieved.

Maybe she was too sleepy, and Huo Tianze couldn't wait, so he had to go back by himself.

Sitting on the sofa, Qian Shishi was annoyed that she had fallen asleep.

She sent a text message to Huo Tianze with her mobile phone, "I'm sorry, I didn't sleep well last night. I easily fell asleep after drinking coffee. I'm so sorry. "

"It doesn't matter." Soon, Huo Tianze sent her a few words.

Qian Shishi's heart is happy, as expected, she thought more.

However, Qian Shishi, who had suffered a loss, still did not dare to neglect. He checked all his things again and confirmed that there would be no flaws before he laughed happily.

Huo Tianze this man, she is going to decide!

Three days later, Yunhai's search and rescue team did not stop working, but still found nothing.

Weng's family finally died in waiting.

Weng Jun supported the sick body and presided over the funeral of his son.

Even if it was just a tomb of clothes, even if it was white hair and black hair, Weng's family was immersed in great pain, but it still could not stop Weng Jun's determination to hold a grand funeral for his son.

Before he died, his son should get the best. After his death, he should give Weng Yi everything he owned.

"What funeral? My son is not dead yet. " Zhong Yun is holding Weng Yi's picture and strongly opposes it, shaking her head.

Weng Jun frowned and said helplessly, "ah Yun, do you want our son not to go to heaven after his death? Over a period of more than seventy-seven and forty-nine days, ah Yi's soul may become a ghost of the wild. "

Weng Jun finished, a sad face.

"How can we not die? He must have been saved, otherwise how could we not find him? Not even the clothes? " Zhong Yun screamed, "if you live, you can't see a corpse. I don't believe he will die. My son is not that short-lived. The fortune teller said that my son is very lucky

"A Yun, there is a typhoon on the sea. It is forbidden to go to sea. There is no boat passing by. How can someone save our son. Can fortune tellers believe it Weng Jun's face was sad, but in a few days, he not only had white hair, but also had more wrinkles on his face, which made him look gaunt.

"No? Why not? The fortune teller said that my son is lucky, and my son will be OK. " Zhong Yun said sternly.

"We still have to do this ritual, in case Let a Yi have a good birth. If our son is not dead, we will spend a sum of money to hold a funeral for our son, and maybe we can give him a blessing. " Weng Jun sighed and said powerlessly.

God knows, in that kind of wind big wave sea surface, can survive the probability how many? What he said was just self consolation.

"Ah Yi My ah Yi... " Zhong Yun suddenly breaks down and cries. Even she knows that Weng Yi is not dead, but a fool who talks about dreams, "song mianmianmian I want you to fill your life with your life... "

Zhong Yun's eyes flashed a trace of poisoned light.

Weng Yi's farewell ceremony, almost all the upper class people were present.

Song mianmianmianmianmian, dressed in black and holding a bunch of yellow chrysanthemums, stood outside the Lingtang.

She was wearing black sunglasses, under which tears were streaming down her face.She did not enter, but stood outside the crowd, bowing to the empty coffin, which contained only a suit of clothes.

Weng Yi, I'm sorry.

No matter how much your parents hate me, I'm going to give you a ride.

Song mianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmian's hand, gently placed in his heart, if you can, I would like that night you did not appear.

Even death should be borne by me.

In front of song mianmianmianmianmianmianmianmian's eyes, Weng Yi is full of vitality. He is jealous of evils and cynical. He is eloquent and affectionate.

The once glamorous man will never appear again.

There is a black cloud floating over the sky, just like in the spirit hall, depressing the haze.

Song mianmianmianmianmianmian covers her chest. Through sunglasses and through many figures, she sees Weng Jun's old eyes with tears in them. She is so weak that she can fall down in the next second.

Zhong Yun sat there, weeping. The two old men with white hair and black hair had been very old for a few days.

Sorry!

Song mianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmian bows in their direction and then turns away.

A man in black stepped forward and whispered two words in Zhong Yun's ear. Zhong Yun stood up and looked at the direction song mianmianmianmianmianmianmian left with a pair of resentful eyes.

Song mianmianmianmian! This woman dares to defile her son's spirit hall.

Song mianmianmianmianmianmianmian leaves the Lingtang, facing the strong wind, only feels his eyes are fascinated.

Even though she was wearing sunglasses, she could not see the scene clearly.

A black car stopped in front of song mianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmianmian.

"Get in the car!" Window down, Huo Tianze wearing a black shirt, wearing black super, that angular face, appears more mysterious and handsome.