Mr Fu, I Really Love You

Chapter 868 Don't you regret it? !

Song Yu knows that ink is not long or short, she knows that ink is a proud and self-respecting person!

With her understanding of Zhai Mo, if Zhai Mo has really experienced this, then those who know these things... should have been smothered, and how can he and others say to himself.

Zhong Jasmine nodded. "Yes... you are right! You didn't say anything to me, but I am not a girl from the ordinary family. For the original ink, I want to know what his experience is, even he is What is the identity before entering the black market is a breeze!"

Generally speaking, if a person becomes a commodity into the black market, then his previous identity will never be detected.

Unless you are looking for a family like Zhong Jai Li, you can definitely find it!

"Song Wei, what I said to you today, you don't believe it, but don't believe it! But since you can be with someone you love, what are you afraid of?" Life is just a few decades... You missed it. Do you not regret it?!"

"About my identity, if you are confused, I can wait here to wait for the ink to come back, let the ink as you confirm, but I really hope that you can be together!"

"The past that I told you today is that you can understand the temper and control of the temper, and hope that you don't misunderstand that he just controls you. How much he loves you, how nervous you are, how scared you are. You leave! 岑墨 is a man who is proud to some metamorphosis, self-respect is too strong to imagine, these have experienced the embarrassment, if the world can only choose one person will never know, he will choose My favorite woman...that is you!"

In the past, Zhong Mo Li’s mouth said that Song Min is somewhat difficult to digest.

Having said that, Song Yu has no doubt about the identity of Zhong Ja Li, and does not even doubt the intention of Zhong Ja Li...

Song Hao has never felt so distressed by a person, let alone this man is a man whom Song Wei deeply loves.

"As a friend, I feel that the past has been too bitter, so I am willing to do my best to help him to be happy. I can only do this for you, and I will stop here!" Zhong Ja Li is shallow on Song Yu. Laughing, "My marriage contract with Zhai Mo has been canceled. He now has the ability to protect himself. I don't have any reason to contact him again. As for whether you want to be with you, it is your choice. I can't interfere!"

Later, without waiting for the ink to come back, Song Yu chose to believe Zhong Ja Li, and made up his mind to be with the ink...

The servant brought Song Song's fruit tea into the warm room and pulled back the thoughts of Song Yu's drifting far away. Seeing that the servant carefully put the fruit tea down and then retired, there was only two people in the warm room.

Song Yu looked at the face of the inky face, and the center of the heart was sore. She didn’t want to let her see the redness of her eyes. She took the tablet in her hand and sat on the body of the ink, and crossed his neck with both hands. Bypassing the shackles of the ink, holding a tablet to watch cartoons...

"What's wrong?!" 岑墨 took off his own Bluetooth headset and gently stroked Song's back.

"I want to sit with you like this, you are busy with your work, I look at my cartoon, I don't bother you..." Song said, bringing the earphones, the sound of anime came from the ear, she burst into tears Red-haired eyes, determined to converge and converge again, must be good at ink.

At the end of the computer, a few people who were meeting in the ink and ink were just discussing. Suddenly I heard the voice of the woman from the big boss and the collective snoring.

As long as Song Yu is at the side of Zhai Mo, he can give Song Song everything, even a good bottomless indulgence. He hands around Song Wei’s thin waist, puts on the headphones again, and looks at the meeting room. Information, bring the headset back, said: "Continue, how did you listen?!"

Song Hao and Yan Mo’s close-knit heart perceive the vibration of the ink chest, thinking that the ink is talking to her, picking up the headphones and straightening up and looking at the ink. “What?!”

"What?!" 岑 ink is also a blank face.

I heard the voice of the woman and the ink in the conference room. Look at me and I see if you don’t know if it should continue.

"I just didn't hear what you said with the earphones..." Song Yi's pair of clear big eyes stared at the ink.

"I said let them continue the meeting, what happened?!"

After hearing this, Song Hao’s eyes were so big that he turned his head and looked at the screen. He lowered his voice and asked him: “Video conference?!”

"Telephone conference..." 岑 ink tells the truth.

Song Yu’s **** moments poured from his feet to the top of his head, and the wolverine came down from the ink, and said dryly: "You are busy! You are busy!"

岑 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨Soothe his little wife!

Song Yu was absent-minded and looked at the cartoon. He had already fallen asleep after waiting for the ink to finish...

Since Song Yu’s pregnancy, it’s OK to eat the appetite. It’s always easy to get sleepy.

Zhai Mo put a blanket on Song Yu, and after finishing the meeting, he gently took Song Song back to the room.

When the ink came out of the greenhouse, Song Song faintly opened his eyes, and snorted the pregnant little woman: "Sleep, I hugge you back to the room!"

Song Yu’s subconscious mind tightened the neck of the ink, and closed his head with his head in the position of the heart of the ink.

Yan Mo put Song Song on the bed, covered her quilt and kissed her in her eyebrows. Then she walked to the balcony and took a cigarette.

When I was with Song Yu, I always restrained from smoking, and I was afraid of being bad for my children...

A cigarette has not been exhausted, and the cell phone vibrates in the ink pocket. He turns on.

Saihande’s voice came from the phone: “Mr., the man got back, and he’s half-dead and he’s not willing to hand over the ashes of the lady’s husband. I have to see you...”

岑 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼

Coming in from the balcony, the ink on the body was not close to Song Yu, but looked at her deeply, and went out from the room and walked downstairs to the basement.

......

In the basement, a **** man was beaten on the ground, crumbling, and blood dripped down the top of his head and the corners of his mouth.

Yan Mo was sitting on the sofa in the basement, with long legs overlapping, lazy one-handed on the back of the sofa, a cigarette biting in the corner of his lips, and the voice was a bit vague...

Baby, today is the 9th! There are still five days to the end of the romance contest! I hope that the babies will actively support thousands! Love you guys! ! ! ! ! ! !

(End of this chapter)