Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

From Su Shi ’s appearance to now, no matter whether he is scolding or beating, there is no such thing as Xiao Qiao's "Go home to find father" to make him sad and sad.

He is his father.

"Xiao Qiao doesn't cry, Mommy takes you home." Su Shi coaxed Su Xiao Qiao and raised his foot toward the door.

At the door, she suddenly turned and looked at Ming Ansheng.

Ming Ansheng looked at her a little bit confused.

Su Shi was still in the dark eyes of a thousand layers of waves. At this time, there was no slight wave, and everything had subsided.

Her tone was also very calm. "Little Qiao is my daughter and Qiao Chen. Our family of three lives very peacefully now, Uncle Ming, don't do this next time."

After that, she turned and walked out the door.

With a bang, the door closed and Ming Ansheng turned around and leaned against the wall.

Uncle Ming, don't do this next time ...

She called him Uncle Ming, the long-lost, he missed the title, but four years apart, it should not have been so peaceful.

Is she really ashamed of him?

I really do n’t love him anymore, do n’t want him anymore?

No, he didn't believe it.

Ming Ansheng thought, suddenly straightened up, chased out the door, his body was still wet, wearing slippers, and went directly into the elevator.

He looked up at the floor anxiously, raising his head, anxiously waiting to reach the first floor.

The elevator door finally opened and he ran out, but where is Su Shi?

‘Little Qiao is my daughter and Qiao Chen. Our family of three lives very peacefully now ...’

a family of three! !! !!

It should have been a family of three. Ming Ansheng, what did you give up?

So you deserve to lose now.

...

The ashtray on the table was full of cigarette butts.

Ming Ansheng picked up the cigarette case. The last cigarette was out. He took out the cigarette and threw the empty cigarette case directly into the trash can.

Ignite the smoke and take a habitual deep breath.

Only at the first mouth can he have a strong sense of anesthesia. Only at the first mouth can he feel that his head is blank and all his troubles disappear.

I don't know when he was used to it, relying on this feeling.

When the smoke reached his lungs, Ming Ansheng closed his eyes, raised his head, and leaned against the back of the chair.

‘Tuk Tuk Tuk’

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

He opened his mouth to respond, and a cigarette went into his throat, and he was choked and coughed violently.

‘Keke cough’

"An Sheng, what's wrong with you?" Wang Yuexiang pushed in the door and walked nervously towards Ming An Sheng.

The smoke was suffocating in the room, but thinking how much he smoked, she frowned and blamed Ming Ansheng, "Let you smoke less and you don't listen."

In front of Ming Ansheng, she quickly raised the cup and handed it to him.

Ming Ansheng took the water cup and pushed Wang Yuexiang. "Mom, I'm fine, you go back to the room to sleep first."

"Don't make it too late, it's always so late, how can your body eat up." Wang Yuexiang patted Ming Ansheng's back in pain.

Like when he was a kid, she coaxed him to sleep.

Ming Ansheng was originally impatient, and was repelled by his mother's distressed gentle gesture. He took a sip of water and said, "Mom, I know. I'll go to sleep in a while. Go back and continue to sleep . "

"You know that fart." Wang Yuexiang sat on the armrest of Ming Ansheng's chair and glared at him angrily. "If you knew, you would smoke so much?"

She looked sad at the cigarette **** full of ashtrays.