Hearing this, Qiao Minghe's face sank.

He can understand Xiaoai's deep guilt about yuan luoye, but he can't understand how she thought about having a child with yuan luoye.

Where does this put his husband?

"Young master!" Mo fan is worried about the uncertain look on the young master's face and his constant silence.

He has been around the young master since childhood. He grew up with the young master. For the first time, he saw the young master dote on a person so deeply.

Even before the moon, young master also did not like to AI so careful, so meticulous.

It can be seen how deeply young master loves AI.

But what Xiaoai is doing now, even she can't accept it, let alone the young master.

Qiao Minghe waved and let Mo fan out.

Mo fan wants to stay and relieve the young master, but he can't think of anything to do so and doesn't know how.

And he didn't dare to disobey the order, so he had to go out.

Xiaoai took a bath in the bathroom, and the servant helped her take the baby.

She went over and carried her son to bed.

I raised my hand and looked at my watch. It's almost ten o'clock.

Since dinner, Qiao Minghe has gone to his study, but he hasn't come out yet.

Xiaoai coaxes her son to sleep unconsciously.

When she got up in the morning, she found that no one seemed to move her position.

Didn't he come back to sleep all night?

Xiaoai's pajamas were not changed, so he went to the study to find him.

There is also a bed in the study. AI pushes the door in, and suddenly the smell of smoke comes into his nose.

The heavy curtains in the room were drawn. Xiaoai walked over, first opened the curtains, and then opened the windows to let in the air.

Feeling the glare of the sun, Qiao Minghe, lying on the big bed, raised his arm to block his eyes.

"What's the matter with you?" Xiaoai saw the cigarette butts all over the place, and a bottle of expensive red wine had been drunk up, leaving only an empty bottle.

Qiao Minghe never smokes. How could he suddenly drink so much wine and smoke so much.

There was no voice for what she said, and Qiao Minghe did not look at her. Naturally, he did not know what she said.

Reach out to pull him, the hand just touched his skin, the wrist was a strong and violent pull fell in his arms.

Xiaoai looks up and looks at his pair of extremely profound, but they seem to be full of some emotion that she can't understand.

Qiao Ming looked at her deeply for a long time. Suddenly, he turned over and pressed her under him.

"What's the matter with you?" AI asked him again, the distance between the two is very close, he has been staring at himself, is able to understand their lips, know what they are saying.

Qiao minghefei's thin lips were slightly hooked, with a slight cold evil spirit.

Strong body heavily, tightly pressed on her body.

Xiaoai felt the temperature brought by his body, which was obviously warm, but his eyes showed a little cold which he could not figure out.

Does he seem to have some chills?

When Xiaoai realized this possibility, her heart suddenly shook.

Does he know anything?

Looking at his soft, black and bright short hair, black eyes are gloomy and uncertain, like turning over painful emotions, AI tightly pursed her lips.

She reached out and stroked his beautiful face.

"I'm sorry!" Finally, these three words, say from her mouth.

Although there was no voice, Qiao Minghe clearly felt the power of these three words.

It seems that for a moment, her words have admitted all the facts.

With the same force of sentencing, tell him that everything is settled.

She really donated eggs for yuan luoye.

Guilt will make her donate eggs at all costs?

What kind of emotion she has towards that man can make her own and his children.

At the thought of it, Qiao Minghe felt his heart ache.

With a twinkle in his brow and heart, he quickly came down from her.

For a moment, he didn't linger any longer, and the tall figure had already walked towards the door.

When little Aton was in a hurry, he shouted at him loudly, "Joe Minh, listen to me!"

I thought the hysterical shouting could always stop him, but the exit didn't even have a voice.

Xiaoai gets out of bed quickly. She doesn't even care about her shoes, so she runs out to catch up with him.

But the man's long legs are faster than her.

By the time she chased out, the man had gone downstairs.

By the time Xiaoai got downstairs, the man had already driven away.

Even the driver was useless. He drove alone and left the manor quickly.

Little AI shouted at the back of his car, but there was no sound at all. He couldn't hear it.

At this time, Mo fan came down and looked at AI. He was no longer friendly.

"How about the young master?" He asked AI.

Xiaoai's eyes are full of tears. She points to the car that is no longer visible in front of her.

"He drove out!"

Understand AI's lip language, Mo fan is very surprised: "young master's own car?"

"Yes!" Xiaoai nods, reaches out to pull Mo fan's sleeve, wants him to call a person to chase Qiao Minghe quickly.

Mo fan instinctively stepped back and avoided AI's behavior.

Small AI sees appearance, slightly Zheng for a while.

"You've done too much this time. Don't think our young master dotes on you and you can hurt him regardless of the consequences." Mo fan was also very angry. He gave her a big stare, called the driver, and immediately drove out to chase her.

"What's the matter?" Pan Shuang and Bai Gu came downstairs to see this situation and asked immediately.

When AI turned to pan Shuang and Bai Gu, she was already in tears.

"I did a big mistake!" Xiaoai said silently, while still crying.

"What's the matter?" Bai Zhen is in a hurry. He seldom sees AI so sad and helpless.

Together with Pan Shuang, she helped Xiaoai to the big living room. Xiaoai took out her writing board and told them about her egg donation.

"So you didn't donate eggs at all, did you?" After reading it, Bai Zhen didn't tell himself about some angry things like Xiaoai, but it was not the time to be angry.

"No!" AI shakes her head.

"That should be OK. When Qiao Minghe calms down, we'll find a chance to explain it to him!" Bai Gu comforted.

However, Qiao Minghe disappeared for several days and did not come back.

AI has been waiting for him at home, he did not go to the group, even Mo fan did not know where he went.

These days, she has been calling him and sending him messages. He has never received or returned them.

It is estimated that he has not seen the mobile phone at all.

Later, if you call it again, it will be turned off.

Because she wanted to appease Xiaoai at home, Bai Zhen didn't go to work.

But in the afternoon, Weimo and I agreed to take the DNA report together, and he didn't forget it.

When driving out, Bai Gu asks pan Shuang to stay at home with AI.

Xiao AI and Qiao Minghe together, has been carefully cared by him, he suddenly disappeared, so that her heart is particularly upset.

She could not find him. She knew that once he was sad to the extreme, he would escape.

Just like last time, when he and Yuan Luo were designed to sleep in the same bed, he also escaped for several days.

He looks strong on the surface, but in fact, when facing his lover, his emotional world is very fragile.

AI now regrets that he didn't tell him earlier.

Naive thought that this matter will be carried out unconsciously.

Now I hurt him. Thinking of the night he drank and smoked last night, Xiaoai felt heartache.

He must be in agony to drink so much wine and smoke so much.

Remembering that he only wore a white shirt and black trousers in the morning, he left so decidedly

"You don't have to worry about AI, young master needs time now. He will definitely come back in a few days!" Pan Shuang comforts Xiaoai.

AI's eyes were swollen with tears, and there was no crying at all.

When Bai Zhen went to the hotel to pick up Wei Mo, he was already waiting at the hotel gate.

It can be seen that Weimo is a little excited. Today's paternity test is the direct evidence to prove whether Xiaoai is mu Yue.

Open the door and weymore sits on it.

"Didn't you go to work today?" Asked weymore as soon as he got in the car.

"How do you know I didn't work?" Bai Gu turned to look at him.

"You're not driving in the direction of Joe's group, it's Joe's manor." Weimo said.

"Oh!" Bai Gu nodded, "today I asked for a day off."

Along the way, they didn't talk.

When the car arrived at the hospital, Bai Gu and Wei Mo got off together and went upstairs to get the paternity test.

Still as before, they didn't rush to open it.

There's no feeling in Bai'an. It's impossible for Xiaoai to produce small fruit.

However, Wei Mo was nervous since he got the paternity test.

"Take it apart!" After sitting in the car, Bai said to him.

Wei Mo nodded, his hand trembled slightly, and went to open the document bag.

"You don't need to be so nervous. Xiaoai can't be moyue because she can't have xiaoguoguo." Bai said to Wei mo.

Wei Mo didn't seem to hear it, but he moved out the identification results little by little.

When he saw the result, his pupils shrank

On Monday morning, Bai Chenyi and Jiang Yu took their daughter to get vaccinated. They left in a hurry, but forgot to take the vaccination booklet.

He didn't know that there was something wrong with his sister and Qiao Minghe. He called back and asked her to send the vaccination book.

After Xiaoai received the call, she went to her brother's villa bedroom to get the vaccination booklet.

Let the driver drive himself out, Jia Wei follows closely.

Shortly after getting on the bus, Mrs. Joe called.

"Bai Xiaoai, did you tell her about your egg donation, didn't you?" Mrs. Joe was very angry.

Xiaoai can't talk. She just listens to each other's vent.

"You know my son can't stand any emotional stimulation. The last time he thought you were dead, he would suddenly relapse and lose memory. Knowing how much he sees you, you need to stimulate him like this. If there's something wrong with her, I'll send someone to kill all the people around you, so that you can taste the pain! " Mrs. Joe was so angry that she got the news this morning and her son disappeared for several days.

No wonder the phone doesn't work these days.