Chapter 1122

Feng Jingmo saw that something was wrong with her. He turned to her and asked her, "what's the matter? What do you see?"

"nothing. It's OK. I just saw a person who seemed to know each other. Maybe it was a dazzle."

As she said this, she felt uneasy gradually.

Mo Qianyu is sitting in the bar, sloshing the liquid in the glass carelessly, as if waiting for someone.

A lot of people came up to chat them up. Song ruochu looked at them coldly. They were bored and left.

There are several bags beside her. You can see that the clothes inside are expensive.

After a while, Yang Qingge came in from the outside. Recently, she was very comfortable and dressed well. She went to Mo Qianyu, sat down, patted her on the shoulder and asked her, "what's the matter with me in such a hurry"?

she was coaxing her children at home when she received a phone call from Mo Qianyu. When she appeared as song ruochu, Yang Qingge knew her true identity.

A person needs friends no matter how bad he is or how bad he is.

However, Mo Qianyu didn't expect that in the end, Yang Qingge was the only one who could make friends with him.

She pushed a glass of wine to Yang Qingge and motioned her to taste it.

But Yang Qingge shook his head, "now the child is still breastfeeding, drinking is not good."

After giving birth, she seems to have become a conscientious mother.

Yang Qingge used to be a dissolute person, but now she has become a standard good mother. Who else will not change

Mo Qianyu felt bitter and poured the glass of wine into her throat. She was bitter and had no place to vomit. Her appearance was bright and beautiful. Only she knew how hard she was living.

The wind blows and the grass moves, the grass is covered with soldiers, even hearing the telephone ring will be inexplicably flustered.

She keeps selling Feng Jingmo and making trouble on Feng's way to open the Chinese market, but Rong Mingyuan still doesn't get any news about her mother.

Although Qiao Yunshen has gone abroad, she can still easily control her fate.

She is like a puppet. The thread at the other end is in the hands of different people. She has no freedom and can only live like this.

Yang Qingge pressed her glass and frowned at her: "don't you have a good relationship with Feng Jingmo? How can you drink so much wine"?

as a friend, Yang Qingge should persuade her.

However, Mo Qianyu took away her hand, raised her glass and shook the liquid in the wine. The voice was confused: "it's really interesting, ha ha, it's really interesting."

Her Mo thousand language also can arrive today this situation.

She was used by her father and now by so many people, but no one really loved her.

Even if there is, it is her face that is too similar to song ruochu, and even this face is given to her by Qiao Yunshen.

She smiles and tears suddenly flow out of the corner of her eyes. Yang Qingge looks at her without knowing why, "are you OK"

Mo Qianyu wipes her tears, points to the bag beside her and says, "I don't want any clothes in it. They are all new. I'll give them to you."

She doesn't want the clothes she just bought. It's better to give them back to her.

Yang Qingge takes a look. The bag is printed with Prada logo, and the clothes inside look valuable.

She didn't understand why Mo Qianyu would suddenly give her clothes. "I'm taking care of my children at home every day now. I don't need so many clothes."

In her present life, except that children are children, the past things seem to have gone with the wind, and she can hardly remember what she looked like when she was young.

Yang Qingge is satisfied with her present life. Besides worrying that Zheng Zhiyuan knows the child's real identity, she is very satisfied with the rest.

Before giving birth to a child, she never knew that giving birth to a child would bring so much change to her. A soft little life was totally dependent on her. Yang Qingge suddenly understood what responsibility was.

Mo Qianyu shoves those bags into Yang Qingge's hand, and his words are full of impatience: "take them away if you want, and throw them away if you don't want"

Yang Qingge has to pat her on the shoulder because she looks like this. When she comes out, she puts her baby in ahuo's place by the way, and now it's time for her baby to eat milk. She doesn't delay any longer, so sorry to rush to mo Thousand words smile, left here.

Mo Qianyu lies on the bar and looks at the figure of Yang Qingge who leaves in a hurry. He he, this is her friendship.

No love, no family.

Mo Guohua is in prison, but she can't see him. Rong Mingyuan's power is far beyond her imagination. In Rongcheng, it seems that he is the king who covers the sky.

Even if she wanted to ask Xu Jinghua about her mother's clues, she couldn't.

Waiting for the little princess and young master to sleep, Feng Jingmo suddenly said: "Ranran, you still haven't changed at all."

Su ran smiles and hides her hair in front of her forehead behind her ears: "how can it be? It's a lot older, ha ha."She deliberately digressed from the subject and began to explain what happened last night.

"Mr. Feng, I had something to do last night. I'm really sorry. I have something to do with Qiao's family. I need to go first."

She said, want to leave here, but after a few steps, or turned her head: "Mr. Feng, some things, some people, or be careful."

She doesn't know whether she should say it or not. If she only considers Mo Qianyu, she will tell Mr. Feng that the woman is a fake without hesitation.

However, Feng Jingmo deeply loves song ruochu. How can she have the heart to wake up his dream.

It's not easy to see that her beloved is still living in this world, and she has to endure the fact that she's gone again. Su ran imagines that she still decides not to explain but to remind him.

Feng Jingmo nodded with a smile: "I know, Ranran, when you want to come back, when you want to look after children, they will always be your children."

"Well."

Su ran left him a smile and left here.

It's Lao Zhong who drives her. Su ran feels very embarrassed. Mingming's aunt Zhuang is uncle Zhong's wife, but she serves Qiao Zhenyuan at Qiao's house every day.

"Uncle Zhong, I'm really sorry. I always let aunt Zhuang run around like this."

However, Lao Zhong smiles honestly. He says, "I know ah Qing's mind. She remembers Qiao Zhenyuan and thinks about the young master of Qiao's family. If she doesn't go to Qiao's family, she will feel uncomfortable. I know her."

Listening to Lao Zhong's words, Su ran suddenly felt that the love of middle-aged people was really different from them?

He can even tolerate another person in aunt Zhuang's heart, and even indulge her in serving the old man who has nothing to do with them in an irrelevant place.

She suddenly understood the deeper meaning of love.

Perhaps, love is not a complete possession, but to give each other the greatest freedom with the greatest ability.

Because I believe, I can afford freedom.

When walking out of a distance, Su ran seems to think of something and makes a phone call to Jiang Yihan.

She seemed to have just woken up, and her voice was vague.

"Ranran, what's the matter with calling me this time? No, let me go to see the furniture with you? Do you still have that time? "

Jiang Yihan teases her. After all, she should be very busy when she is in charge of the Qiao family.

After chatting with her for a while, Su ran suddenly asked her, "Yihan, how is Zang Yunuo with you recently? Are you all right? "

Jiang Yihan got up from the bed and scratched his hair: "he is very busy every day, but recently he has come home every day. We are OK. Ranran, you suddenly asked him what he was doing "

" it's OK. In fact, I want to ask how Zimu has been doing in this period of time. "

She casually pulled an excuse, but Jiang Yihan didn't hear it. "Zimu has been very popular recently. It's estimated that the notice will be next year. Now he is the key object of Zang Yunuo's training."

"Well, that's good. A cold, I still have something to do, hang up first

"Well."

Jiang Yihan put down the phone. Recently, she has been moldy in the villa. She also wants to go out to work. Even if she can't be a model any more, other jobs are OK.

after cleaning up, she hasn't been to Zang Yunuo's company for a long time.

There is no need to report. Naturally, someone knows her. Jiang Yihan comes to Zang Yunuo's office, and there is no one inside.

She was a little puzzled and sat on his chair. The desk was still spotless, and the old penholder was still in the same place.

She sat for a while, Zang Yunuo pushed the door and came in. When she saw her, she didn't seem surprised at all. She just asked, "Why are you here? Why don't you have a good rest at home

"Get me a job."

Jiang Yihan put down a pen in her hand and poked the opening of Chong Zang Yunuo.

Zang Yunuo walked up to her and patted her on the shoulder: "it's not good to stay at home. Why, I miss the days under the flash light"

his hand was on her shoulder, but Jiang Yihan got up and walked to the other side, "if you stay like this, you won't treat me as you did to your ex-wife. At that time, I still have a job, right?"

She looks at Zang Yunuo thoughtfully. His ex-wife thinks she has an interest relationship with him, so she indulges herself. But Jiang Yihan is not stupid enough to think that love can make Zang Yunuo support her all her life.

She needs a job, and she needs a job.

Zang Yunuo looked at her carefully for a while, and then said, "what do you want to do to enter the performing arts circle, or go on the stage"

"do you think my legs can still stand on the stage again?"

Jiang Yihan sneers. He thinks highly of the doctor who treats her. It's good for her leg to walk normally. He can think of it.However, she didn't want to be in the show business.

"Isn't the company still short of a director? I think it's good."

Jiang Yihan looks at him provocatively. This position is not high or low in the company. Generally, he works directly with him.