Chapter 898

Ying Mu Yao's eyes flashed for a moment and said in a cold voice: "divorce, I'll save your father's life. Rong has no ability to do anything, right? Give me a call after you think about it."

Should wood Yao draw back hand, allow Zhi meaning immediately take off force of fall to the ground, he low Mou Li eye she, cold face turn to leave.

Open the door, Chengcheng stands in front of the door, looks up at Ying muyao, who is covered with haze. He retreats in fear and shouts timidly: "Dad..."

Ying Mu Yao pursed his lips and looked at him as gently as possible. "What's the matter?"

Chengcheng twisted his hands and said in a low voice, "don't quarrel with your mother."

Should wood Yao slightly a Leng, immediately alienated said: "go to bed, tomorrow also want to go to school."

Chengcheng sensitively aware of his dislike, lowered his head, obediently "Oh" sound, turned and walked to his room.

Ying muyao looked at his small figure and pinched his eyebrows wearily. He really owed the child because he was born and lived in such an environment.

He can see Chengcheng has been flattering him, careful, but he is really not up to him, because he is Rong Zhiyi's son.

In the study, Rong Zhiyi holds her hands on the ground and cuts her delicate nails into the carpet. Her beautiful face is pale and dull, with tears hanging on her face.

How can she be reconciled to divorce! If you don't divorce, what will dad do?

Rong Zhiyi sobs. For the first time, she questions whether it is worth standing beside Ying muyao by all means.

Leaving the villa, Ying muyao drove to the residential area where Nanqiao lived. It was already eleven o'clock.

Nanqiao is sitting on the sofa in the hall. Nanma has gone back. The apartment is empty and quiet. She looks down at the little guy who is sleeping in her arms. She thinks all about it. Is it her child?

If so, why did Ying muyao do that? Cheat her into taking the baby and keeping it with him?

Why?

The doorbell rings suddenly, and Nanqiao's eyelashes tremble. He looks back at the door.

And so on seems to have been woken up, small hand virtual holding rubbed eyes, childish asked: "bridge, is not Dad to pick up and so on?"

South Bridge droops Mou, soft voice way: "aunt goes to have a look."

Wait a moment to nod, obediently from her arms up, muddled sitting on the sofa, confused.

Nanqiao rubbed his head and got up to open the door.

Holding the handle of the door, Nanqiao pursed his lips and opened the door. His eyes were opposite to his black eyes, as if his soul would be sucked in.

She could almost hear her heart beating faster and couldn't help asking him if he was her son. But looking at his eyes at the moment, her words seemed to stick to her mouth and couldn't say anything.

"So what are you looking at me for?" Should wood Yao lips Cape stir up a touch of evil radian, arm put on the doorframe, ruffian gas of slant stand, "miss me?"

South Bridge

"Dad." All of a sudden, he ran out from behind the South Bridge and hugged Ying muyao's leg.

Ying muyao bent down to pick up his son, and then familiar, dignified into, while walking to touch his forehead, "do you feel uncomfortable?"

Wait, darling shook his head, "no, wait, take medicine."

Ying Mu Yao laughed at the words, looked back at the south bridge still clubbing at the door, and said in a low voice, "are you going to be the door god standing there?"

Nanqiao looked at him, her lips moved, her fists clenched and loosened. She repeated several times. It seemed that she had the strength to speak and spoke slowly, "Ying muyao... I......"

After only four words, Nanqiao seems to have been drained.

Ying muyao frowned, "what's the matter?"