Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

In this world, Wen Yuan may be her only warmth.

She does not need a child.

Especially Concho's children.

Xu Mo was sitting and blowing in the cold wind, swallowing the bitterness of the medicine.

Maybe it was too bitter and too bitter, and it turned into a nausea in the stomach, and she vomited again.

Embarrassed.

She looked at it, dumbfounded, and then said softly: "In fact, what I want is very simple."

In fact, she really only wants a home, a man who is sincere to her. Once she thought Kang Qiao was a man who can warm her home and warmth. She doesn’t expect him to treat herself well, she really just stays far away. Just look at it.

Looking closer, it hurts too much.

She is hurt now.

When she raised a hundred million hours, the disdain and contempt in his eyes were so obvious, as if she was selling it.

Yes, she sells it once.

She doesn’t want to hear him say those words that are suitable for marriage in a year. How could she innocently believe that Concho wouldn’t get married, and his fans would not want to marry. How could he be willing to be a man like him Improper prince, why would he be willing to wash the baby's diapers?

The only person who made him willing was Wen Yuan.

In fact, even Wen Yuan, he is not willing.

This is a man who was born to be a male cousin!

Xu Mo opened the pill box again and swallowed a medicine raw. Later, she found a convenience store. She bought a lot of beer, twelve cans, and put it at her feet, drinking cans by cans.

Tears while drinking, but it's just meeting a bastard, what's the big deal.

Xu Mo herself didn't know when she had drunk or when she went home. She only knew that she was uncomfortable, and she lay on the sofa without taking off her clothes. When she woke up, she had a splitting headache.

The mobile phones scattered on the side kept ringing, Xu Mo stroked his head and touched it: "Hey."

There was Wen Yuan's voice. Wen Yuan's voice has never been so eager or calm: "Xu Mo, you were photographed last night when you were with Kang Qiao Cha Z."

Xu Mo was stunned and patted his head vigorously, "Wen Yuan, what did you say?"

"You just open the webpage and look at it. Everywhere is the headline." Wen Yuan bit his lip: "Mu Bai asked you what you mean, how are you and Kang Qiao...how?"

It depends on the meanings of both parties, and the processing methods are different.

Wen Yuan knew that Ye Mubai could leave it alone. After all, Xu Mo was just a manager, not an artist. Kang Qiao had a greater influence, but Ye Mubai still took this matter seriously, so that she was not sad.

Holding the phone in one hand, Xu Mo opened the notebook, and then saw the legendary Xiaoyi TV.

Kang Qiao's face can be seen clearly, and her movements can be seen clearly, and she can't help it. After all, she can only see the back but not the face.

Xu Mo was dumbfounded, and for a long time he said hoarsely: "No need to deal with it, Kang Qiao decides for himself!"

Wen Yuan knew that it was Xu Mo, but also because of the clothes, the location, and the time when they were together last night, but others didn't know.

Wen Yuan put down the phone and looked at Ye Mubai sideways: "What to do? Xu Mo said that she didn't photograph her face, don't worry, is it between her and Kang Qiao..."

"Obviously it was a fallout." Ye Mubai patted her hand, "Xu Mo is right, Kang Qiao should handle this matter."

Wen Yuan chased him: "Ye Mubai, no...Did you know that they have a leg?"