The president's beloved dumb wife

Yu Sheng nodded, and his eyes were slightly red and painful: "senior, I can talk well now."

"Good, good."

Song Wen seemed to be unable to restrain his excitement. He stepped forward and held Yu Sheng tightly in his arms: "ah Sheng, I'm really happy, really, especially happy. I didn't expect it to be you. I just said the name of ah Sheng when I listened to it, and I responded by magic... But I didn't expect..."

His words and sentences were full of real joy and excitement, which moved Yu Sheng a bit.

"Senior, let me go first..." but Yu Sheng still felt a little uncomfortable when he held him like this and there were so many waiters next to him.

"Sorry, ah Sheng, it's my faux pas..." Song asked and quickly released his hand, but his eyes were still glued to Yu Sheng's face and couldn't move away: "ah Sheng, you're so beautiful today..."

At the terrace extended by the rotating stairs on the second floor, the man standing against the tall French window suddenly crushed the goblet in his hand.

Zhao Jinxi was startled and hurried forward. Seeing that his finger was cut and two bright red blood beads were oozing out, he hurriedly asked someone to get the medicine box.

Xiao dingxun waved his hand: "no problem."

He looked down at the scene downstairs, which was comparable to the reunion of Niu Lang and Zhinv magpie bridge. His face sank, and even the depths of his eyes turned dark.

Zhao Jinxi grew up with him naked. You don't have to look at it. This master now writes three words unhappy from his hair to his heels.

But the little lovers are dating and hugging. Why is he unhappy?

Zhao Jinxi also looked down and saw Yu Sheng leaving Song Wen's arms with a slightly half Yang's small face.

"This is not... Not that, Miss Su singing the theme song of your Xiao's promotional film?"

Zhao Jinxi pointed to Yu Sheng and looked at Xiao dingxun: "no, you came here early in the morning to see the couple's date?"

Xiao dingxun's face was heavy. He looked at them again and turned into the box.

The skirt was long enough, but the collarbones of the shoulders were all exposed. When the light was hit, it was really white. Moreover, who put on her makeup and turned her into such a powder. She was tender and tender. She was a mother, but she didn't know the words dignified and steady?

Xiao dingxun returned to the box, went to the window and lit a cigarette. The picture of the man holding her was still shaking in front of him.

Zhao Jinxi was completely confused. He followed in and asked, "man, where are you singing? Why can't you understand..."

"What do you think of that man?"

Zhao Jinxi was stunned: "I didn't see my face, but I can see my figure and good temperament. It's not that kind of dandy."

Xiao dingxun seemed to hum coldly. Four years later, the old white face now looks like a real elite.

However, this character has not improved at all.

Four years ago, I held people's small hands outside the school. Four years later, I hugged them as soon as I met

Xiao dingxun felt the anger in his chest and ran up again.

Yu Sheng and song Wengang sat down. Before Song Wen could ask her what she was doing these years, Yu Sheng's mobile phone suddenly rang.

She looked at the number, but it was from Song Qiao. Yu Sheng's expression was not different, but the corners of her mouth showed no trace.

"Senior, I'll answer the phone." Yu Sheng took the phone and got up. Song Wen's eyes chased her for a moment. After listening to her say so, he immediately nodded: "well, I'll wait for you."

Yu Sheng was staring at him like this. He was a little uncomfortable. He quickly took his mobile phone and left the table and walked to one side of the leisure area.

She answered the phone: "Hello, assistant song, what's up?"

Song Qiao's voice was as polite as ever, but warm, but with a touch of anxiety: "Miss Su, I'm really sorry to bother you, but it involves our little childe, and I can't help it..."

"With an?" Yu Sheng's heart immediately raised, "what's the matter with an?"

"Well, our little childe refused to eat again today and refused to go to school. It's useless for us to persuade President Xiao..."

When song Qiao said this, he suddenly sighed and lowered his voice: "Miss Su, you don't know. President Xiao seems to be in a bad mood today. He lost his temper and almost beat our little childe."

When song Qiao said this, he couldn't help glancing at Xiao dingxun. He saw him standing in front of the landing glass window with a cigarette in his hand and a cold face. Listening to his exaggerated words, he didn't even move his eyebrows. The doubt in his heart inevitably grew deeper and deeper. President Xiao was really an exception to this Miss Su.

"How could this happen?" Yu Sheng immediately raised his heart: "what about Yu an now? Is it all right?"

"We can't open the door when we're locked in the room alone..."

It's already noon. Yu Sheng is anxious and worried. Children over four years old don't eat or drink from morning to noon. How can this work?

"Our little childe hasn't even drunk a mouthful of water since he got up in the morning..." Song Qiao said, sighed again, and choked in the end.

Maybe he's exaggerating now. Xiao dingxun glanced at him, and Zhao Jinxi was completely stupid.

Is that him? Where the hell is he singing?

If Xiao and an really don't eat, drink or go to school, can he be a father hide here and watch other people's little lovers date and love?

"Miss Su, we like you very much. Do you think you can go and see us? Even if you can send some water in..."

Yu Sheng really can't refuse, and she can't refuse. Song Qiao is right. Xiao and an really hit it off with her. Even if he is the child Yu Xiaoxiao doesn't know where to hold, but the child is innocent, not to mention the lovely and clever Xiao and an who like her so much and depend on her.

When Yu Sheng met Xiao and an for the first time, she had a different feeling for him, and that feeling was really different from ordinary, so she couldn't treat Xiao and an as an ordinary classmate or the child of a familiar friend at all.

"Is he in Huayue mountain now?"

"Our little childe is not in Huayue mountain house today, but in another villa of President Xiao..."

While reporting the address, song Qiao asked for credit and generally looked at his master.

"OK, I'll go right now..."

"Miss Su, let me pick you up. Where are you now?"

"Don't bother. I'll just make an appointment."