The Romance Of Mr. Walton

Huo Tingshen looked at her steadfast expression, feeling nervous.

He dare not gamble with the life of the child.

But she dare.

She is now in anger, doing everything.

The news has touched her bottom line, and she will not forgive and forgive so easily.

"Are you going or not," Wenqing asked him again.

Huo Ting said deeply: "I'll stay here without saying anything, just stay quietly, okay?"

Warmth broke away from him, got up: "You go, I don't even want to look at you, go."

Huo Ting deepened his eyebrows: "Then I will let Housekeeper Tong take care of you."

"I don't need it. All the people related to you disappear from my world and go."

She lost control of her emotions: "Go away."

Huo Tingshen raised his hand, still wanting to pull her arm.

But she took a step back, lowered her head, avoiding his sight.

Huo Tingshen felt for the first time that he was at a loss when facing a person.

Seeing her so excited, he also knew that if he stayed, he would only stimulate her.

Simply, he nodded, "Okay, I'm leaving, warm, don't get excited, you can calm down, when I call you, don't stop answering, I will be worried, eh?"

Wenqing turned around and turned his back to him.

Huo Ting walked away and turned his head three times.

As soon as he left the house, he made a call...

Wenqing sat back on the sofa again, and she bent her knees and hugged herself with her arms.

It's all fake, fake.

Also...

For a person like her, God has given up long ago, how could he give him a good man again to change her life?

Only a fool like her would believe that she still hadn't used up her luck, so she met Huo Tingshen.

She felt very embarrassed at the moment.

She put her forehead on her knees.

She really thought that Huo Tingshen understood her.

But why...

She has always been disappointed in her affection.

Why is it so uncomfortable in my heart?

Once, when she broke up with Gao Moran, she really didn't feel such pain.

In his heart, it was as if someone had been severely thrust in a sharp knife.

She took a deep breath, but tears couldn't stop pouring out.

Her phone rang, but she did not move.

The phone's ringtone rang again and again, and she remained unheard of.

Once, after the death of her mother, the loneliness of locking herself in the room by herself once again struck.

She finally... became another person.

Huo Tingshen came downstairs, sat in the car, lit a cigarette, but did not smoke.

He looked up at the window upstairs.

He worried about her.

Does she cry secretly by herself now?

When the phone rang, he picked it up and glanced at it. Seeing that Ye Wanluo was calling, he picked it up and said in a profoundly cold voice: "Do you think I am idle? Don't call me anymore."

Ye Wanluo knew the result was not good when he heard the annoyed voice.

Her voice was a little cowardly: "Ting Shen, I just want to ask you if you have reconciled with Miss Wen, don't be angry, okay, I know, I was wrong, and I want to make up."

"Ye Wanluo, don't cry in front of me anymore. I feel furious even when I hear your voice. I have said that you did something wrong. I will not forgive you instead of warmth, whether you are out of Kindly, your harm to us has been done.

If you don’t want to humiliate yourself anymore, stay away from me and warmth. Don’t use your self-righteousness on our husbands and wives. Also, don’t entangle with me anymore. Say what you want me to be happy. Happiness, it's not your turn to worry. "

After he finished speaking, he directly hung up the phone.

Hearing the busy tone on the other end of the phone, Ye Wanluo was not angry, and a sly smile appeared on her lips.

As night fell slowly, the warmth still nestled on the sofa without moving.

There was a knock at the door, and the warmth ignored it.

Butler Tong’s voice sounded: "Mrs. Third, I am Butler Tong. I will bring you dinner. There is only me at the door. Can you open the door?"

Warmth did not move, but turned sideways and lay down on the sofa.

She didn't want to face anyone.

She was afraid that when others saw her, she would automatically label Bai Chengtai's illegitimate daughter in her mind.

"Mrs. San, if you don't want to see me, I will put dinner at the door. You must take good care of your body. Only when you are done, can the child in your womb be well."

Wenqing raised his hand and placed it on his lower abdomen.

"Mrs. San, then I'll go first, you must remember to come out to get dinner."

The sound at the door disappeared, warmly turned over, and lay down on the sofa facing the coffee table.

She is really not in the mood to eat now, she just wants to lie down like this.

I don't know how long it took, and there was a knock on the door again.

"Girl, it's me, I'm fine, open the door."

Hearing Tonghao's voice, Wenqing finally turned over and sat up.

She stood up weakly, went to the door, and opened it.

Tong Hao pulled the suitcase and walked in. On the suitcase was the lunch box she had just picked up on the floor at the door.

After closing the door, she reached out and hugged her warmth.

"Your matter, I saw it from the news, girl, are you okay."

Hearing Tong Hao's question, Wen Qing couldn't help holding Tong Hao and burst into tears.

Tong Hao has never seen such warmth.

Even if she was cheated by Gao Moran, she passed away peacefully.

I always thought that she was a person who could restrain her feelings.

But it turns out that I'm not sad, just because I didn't love to the extreme.

Tonghao raised his hand and gently patted his warm back: "Xiaoqing, I know that this is the case, you must be sad, but I still want to persuade you to calm down, you are a mother now. Always consider the child in your womb, what do you think?"

Warmly and painfully said: "Well, I can't understand. Huo Ting knows exactly how much I hate Bai Chengtai and how much I fear that my secrets will be discovered. But why, why the person who sprinkled salt on my wound is also him."

"He...probably also to ease your embarrassment. Think about it, you and your brother’s news frequently comes out, and you can’t give any reasonable explanation. Some rumors are just like this. Really, I think Huo Tingshen may really just want to protect you."

"If he really wanted to protect me, he would not use this way of saving me from this abyss, but pushing me deeper into the abyss. My fear, he knows, why on earth he is...I I can’t figure out why he is as wise as him, but he does what I hate the most. If he really cares about me, he will never be like this, good."

Tong Hao was out of breath while crying warmly, and was very worried.