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Anxia was waiting at the door anxiously. She rang the doorbell for a long time, but no one came out.

"Huo Jinze! Give me my son back! "

Her palm slapped hard on the door, her palm slightly red, even a little pain.

It felt more like it was on her heart, making her miserable.

She was really afraid of that man, afraid that he would do something strange to Xiao shengchen.

She didn't want to go through a separation.

She screamed hard, and suddenly saw a servant come out of the villa. She went to the front door, but did not open the door. "This lady, our husband said, you are only allowed to go in, as for the gentleman next to you..."

Huo Jinze was trying to embarrass her, and even more he was rejecting the night thunder.

Anxia did not want to respond quickly: "good! I'll go in alone

When she finished, the servant opened the door slowly. She looked back at yeting apologetically, "yeting, I..."

He sent people to look for shengchen for a long time, and even he followed around.

She could see the worry about children in his eyes.

Over the years, she has seen his care and love for an shengchen.

"Never mind! As long as he's safe. "

Night Ting indifferent said, inexplicably across a touch of light hurt.

Anxia nodded and followed the servant in.

The night Ting gazed at her back, and her eyes fell on her for a long time.

He was a little worried. He knew that after so many years, in an Xia's heart, that man was a forbidden area that could not be touched.

However, just because she couldn't touch him, it just proved that she couldn't let go of his feelings.

He quietly waiting at the door, spring morning some slightly cool, but not as much as his heart hurt.

He was thinking. Suddenly, there was a black woman beside him. He looked down at the figure standing beside him. He just looked at the shadow. He had guessed who it was.

"What are you doing here?"

His voice was low and cold, and his eyes looked ahead, but he still didn't look at the woman beside him.

Bechaue had been used to his indifference for a long time. He looked at the villa with his cold eyes. "What are you waiting for here? Do you think it's possible for her to come out of there? Maybe by now, they're sleeping together. "

"Don't affect my mood here, go away!" The night's face was cold and angry.

Every word she said was the last thing he wanted to hear.

"What? You don't like it? Ah

Beckshaw looked at him sarcastically with a cold smile. "Now they can have a family reunion. Besides, night thunder. You know, although the time has passed for six years, that woman always has him in her heart, just like I always have you in my heart. "

Night Ting's fingers on one side were slightly clenched, and his eyes were filled with resentment. Her words made him unable to refute, because his heart was thinking the same way.

"If you've been waiting here, maybe it's going to be dark. Would you like to have a drink with you?" She suggested.

Night Ting looked at the direction of the villa indifferently, did not respond to her words, his tall and straight body stood there, the pace did not move.

Bechaue knew his stubbornness. He just stood beside him and waited quietly. He would agree.

It just takes some time.

Two people guard in the door like this, don't know how long, the villa door suddenly appeared a black car, the villa door has not been opened.

Two people are strange, the car slowly stopped beside them, the door of the driving position was opened, Yang Wei's figure appeared in their field of vision.

With a serious face, he came to the night thunder and said, "Mr. night, the president told me to send you back. Miss an may..."

What he said was just general and didn't go on.

We all know what he said.

But night Ting believes that an Xia will not be with him so easily.

The man clearly did it on purpose. He knew he was driving.

Night Ting knew this man. He was Huo Jinze's most effective assistant. "Thank you, no need."

Yang Wei looked at him and said coldly, "the president won't let miss an go. If you don't want to leave, I have something to deal with."

His words fall, wait for him a few seconds, see he didn't leave the meaning, Yang Wei Mou color deep you looked at him, turned around, he walked to his car, driving away.

Night Ting was still waiting there. An hour later, a different emotion appeared on his face, and a strange pain flashed in his eyes.

Turning around, he walked straight to his car, and the driver's car flew out like a rocket.Bechaue got on the car and followed. He knew where he would go.

Half an hour later, in a bar.

Beixiao saw the shadow of the night thunder there.

She looked at him a cup of wine, and did not come forward, but casually found a seat to sit down, now in the past, it is not the time.

Ye Ting drank a whole bottle of wine with high purity. He looked up and drank the last cup. There was still a strong acid in his throat.

There was a daze in his amber eyes.

He does not know, so many years, he accompanied Anxia side, in the end has left a little bit of place in her heart.

He knew that even if there was, it might not be love.

"Another drink!"

He drank all the wine in his glass and fell heavily on the bar. His mind began to blur.

Bessier looked at all his actions. She raised her hand slightly and called the waiter.

"What can I do for you?" The waiter asked politely with a tray in his hand.

Bessier's fingers holding a packet of powder gently on his tray, her lips a smile, bright and moving, even the waiter to follow a Leng.

She reached for the location of the night thunder. "I want him!"

Voice down, a dozen red bills fell on the waiter's tray.

The waiter took a look, put the things away and went back.

Here, this kind of thing is very common, almost no one pays attention to it.

Beixiao sat there quietly waiting, her eyes always fell on the man.

She can't figure out why this man can't let him go so much. Even his drunken appearance fascinates her so much.

But there was only that woman in his heart.

Maybe it's just because of this that she will love him more.

As time went by, an hour later, the night thunder had fallen on the bar drunk.

Bessier, with a successful smile on his lips, got up and walked towards him.

She took him to the car, did not send him home, royal blue sports car toward the direction of the hotel.

She skillfully manipulated the steering wheel and looked at the man in the co pilot's seat, who was blushing and tearing his clothes.

She took out her cell phone and dialed a number. "Are you ready?"

Hearing the response from the opposite side, she hung up with satisfaction and looked at the night thunder with a sly light in her dark eyes.