Chapter 1121

Hearing the speech, Bai Xuesheng showed a sweet smile, raised his head to look at him and gently said, "Tingyuan, you know, I don't want to disturb you..."

Fu Tingyuan nodded, took a look at the time, and said, "I still have something to do. Since you are here, I will go back."

White snow Sheng should a, soft way: "good. You go back early. We're the one who's bothering you. "

Fu Tingyuan left the hospital and got on the car.

Thinking of Mo Shuang Ning's present state, he frowned slightly.

She graduated from college and entered the entertainment industry. She has never experienced anything. How could she be short-sighted because of this kind of thing.

He didn't think that a woman with such thick skin like Mo Shuang Ling would commit suicide because of this kind of thing.

It's strange to see you jump out of the window on the way to the airport.

There was a vague feeling in his mind that the accident should have been a premeditated murder.

Just, who has such a big hatred with her little agent, big enough to kill people?

I really can't think of it. In addition to him, Mo Shuang Ling offended who else.

But it's not surprising that she offended anyone with her underrated mouth.

Over the years, if Bai Xuesheng had not protected her, he would have taught her a lesson.

He sent a text message to the doctor asking him to find out if there was any drug in the blood of Mosaicin before he launched Lincoln.

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Fu Tingyuan drove to the place where his mother now lives.

Yanzong has returned to the old house of Yan family, but Fu Qingtian still refuses to go back to live with him. In his life, Yanzong only loved Fu Qingtian, but Fu Qingtian only cherished Luo Juntian as a man.

This is a great irony.

He was sitting on the sofa peeling apples, Fu Qingtian just woke up from his afternoon nap and was helped down the stairs by the servants.

I have to say, this woman is very resistant to aging.

Yan Zong is old-fashioned. Fu Qingtian is nearly 60 years old, but he looks like he is in his early 40s. Still vaguely has the beautiful amorous feelings of youth.

"What are you doing here?" As long as Fu Qingtian is not stimulated, his mental state will be fine, and he will not suffer from the disease anytime and anywhere as before. With a sarcastic tone in her voice, Fu Tingyuan threw the peeled apple in the garbage can, closed the fruit knife, and said faintly to the woman who should be called her mother: "let me ask you a question."

"What can I answer you?" Fu Qingtian sneered, dragging a long European style Pajama skirt, came and sat opposite him. Yanzong protected her very well. She was still that kind of acrimonious temperament. However, wearing these luxurious clothes, she also showed a certain grace.

Fu Tingyuan leaned on the sofa and glanced at her. Her expression was almost expressionless. When mother and son met, they were even colder than strangers.

In addition to him, she is an obstacle to her freedom of life, while she is the unfortunate beginning of his life.

When I was young, because I couldn't get love and didn't know who to hate, I had to blame myself. For a long time, he hoped that he had not been born.

Later, when he grew up, he accepted the fact that there would be parents who didn't love their children in the world. He was also freed from the nightmare of childhood.

It's just that there is no "mother" in his life.

"I want to know how my grandmother died," he said quietly? I remember you said before that she died very early