The Romance Of Mr. Walton

Huo Ting said coldly: "This matter has nothing to do with warmth."

"Brother, how can you be so sure?"

His eyes fell on his face with firm eyes: "If I can't believe the person next to my own pillow, then what right do I have to say to love her."

Huo Tingren was really surprised when he heard this. He had never thought that the cold third brother would have such a side.

Huo Tingshen asked, "Is the warmth in your eyes a vicious woman?"

Huo Tingren shook his head: "Of course not."

"Then don't doubt her, the rhythm you bring out because of your subjective assumptions will often ruin a person."

Huo Tingren also knew the terrible truth of human words, and he immediately nodded and said: "I understand, but I'm afraid the second brother will not let it go."

"That's all about him."

"The third brother, the second brother has just lost a child, and it is inevitable that he is in a bad mood. He may be a bit extreme. I hope you can be more considerate and considerate of him. I really don't want to see you two quarrel.

Huo Tingshen patted him on the shoulder: "I will try my best to restrain it. Go upstairs and have a look."

"how about you?"

"I will smoke a cigarette before going there."

"Well then, I happen to go and persuade the second brother."

When Huo Tingshen went upstairs again, more than half an hour had passed.

Huo Tingren called him and he went directly to the ward.

Ye Wanluo was crying when he walked in.

Huo Tingchi turned his head and looked at Huo Tingshen coldly, and then looked at Ye Wanluo again: "Say, what's going on."

Ye Wanluo closed his eyes, no one looked.

Huo Tingchi said: "Is it warm, wasn't it the only two of you in the private room? Ye Wanluo, if you speak, if it were her, I would definitely not let her go."

"What can I do if you don't let her go," Ye Wanluo suddenly opened his eyes and roared and looked at Huo Tingchi: "She didn't mean it."

Huo Tingchi's eyes were stained with anger: "So it's really her?"

Aside, Huo Tingren stood silently, to be honest, he was a little shocked.

Huo Ting said deeply: "Ye Wanluo, you'd better remember it clearly, don't talk nonsense."

Ye Wanluo's face was full of tears, looking at Huo Tingshen.

"Then you just assume that I'm lying."

"Ye Wanluo," Huo Tingchi annoyed: "I am the father of a child. My child is gone. I have the right to know the truth."

Ye Wanluo exhaled: "Then you blame me, it was originally my fault. I wanted to toast her a glass of wine instead of water, and hope to live with her in harmony in the future. But I didn't expect Miss Wen to misunderstand me. It was so deep. When she pushed me away, I couldn't control my balance in order to prevent the cup from falling to the ground... I fell."

She said, touching her lower abdomen with her hand: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, and I'm sorry you too.

Huo Tingchi made a fist: "She pushes you..."

She shook her head hurriedly and said: "She didn't have any strength, Ting Chi, this matter is my fault, please, don't pursue it anymore."

Huo Tingchi turned his wheelchair and looked back at Huo Tingshen with a cold look.

Huo Ting said deeply: "This incident happened when both of them were there. I will not just believe in one's side."

Ye Wanluo raised his hand and covered his eyes: "I don't want to argue with you. I am in pain now. Can I be quiet for a while by myself, please."

Upon seeing this, Huo Tingren hurried forward and pulled Huo Tingshen away again.

Wenqing returned home, always feeling very uneasy.

Because Ye Wanluo's words made her lie on the bed, tossing and turning to sleep.

At eleven o'clock, Huo Tingshen finally returned.

Upon hearing the door opening, Wen Qing immediately sat up from the bed and looked at him.

Huo Tingshen stepped forward and rubbed her head: "Why haven't you slept yet."

"How is Ye Wanluo? How is her child?"

Huo Tingshen sat down next to the bed and said after a moment of silence: "She is out of danger, and the child is gone."

Condensing her eyebrows warmly, making a fist slightly: "Did she... say something?"

"It's nothing, go to sleep."

Look at him tenderly: "It is impossible for her to say nothing."

"Wen Xiaoqing, it's late. Rest early. Sleeping too late is not good for children."

"Huo Tingshen," warming his eyebrows: "Ye Wanluo must have said something, but why didn't you tell me?"

Huo Tingshen leaned sideways and took her into her arms: "She said, you didn't mean it, you just wanted to refuse her toast. She also said that you didn't use any force at all, because she didn't stand firm..."

There was a chill in warmth.

She got out of Huo Tingshen's arms and looked at him blankly: "It's not me, I don't."

She shook her head firmly: "I didn't touch her, she fell down deliberately by herself. I swear to God, I didn't lie."

Huo Tingshen held her shoulders: "Tenderness, don't get excited, I believe you. I know that you are very dissatisfied with her recently, but I also understand your personality. You know that she is pregnant and will not move her. "

Hearing what he said, he cried with tenderness and grievance.

She seldom cries, but now, she really can't help it.

She choked: "When she pulled Ningren and said that her stomach hurts, I was really scared. I was afraid she would say that I pushed her. I was also afraid that everyone would not believe me. I don't know what to do. Do, Huo Tingshen, do you know how much I have suffered in these few hours."

"Okay, it's okay."

"It can't be all right. Just when I came out of the hospital, I went to the restaurant. I wanted to look for surveillance, but... But the restaurant manager said that the surveillance in that room was broken. Cleared."

Huo Tingshen kissed her forehead: "I believe you, so you have to believe me too. When the sky falls, I will hold you up, don't cry, I will feel distressed, eh?"

Wenqing raised his hand and habitually wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes with the back of his hand.

Before he could say anything, Huo Tingshen had already grasped her hand: "What's the matter with your hand."

She lowered her head to see the cut on her palm by the glass, and pulled her hand back.

But he held it tightly and refused to let go: "What's the matter?"

"After Ye Wanluo was carried away by Ningren, I didn't squat down. I fell and hit the glass."

Huo Ting's eyebrows were deeply distressed. She didn't say anything about this silly woman?

"Why don't you deal with it," he said, asking for a call.

Warmly said: "It's so late, don't bother others to come over, this bit of wound is not so painful."

"Do you think you were beaten with iron."

Huo Ting sighed deeply and got up out of the room.

After a while, he came back with the medicine box and found iodophor to disinfect her wound.

Seeing his gentle movements, her eyes were filled with mist.

In fact, she knew very well in her heart that the incident this time would not be so easy to pass.

That's the life of a child...