She stunned and turned to look at him. His lips pursed tightly and slightly down, which was a little rigorous than usual.

When I arrived at a Korean cuisine restaurant, the waiter stepped forward: "Sorry, because it has not started business yet, the chef is preparing ingredients."

Although Ding Yiyi was hungry, he said with a smile: "It's okay."

Ye Nianmo suddenly said: "Are there any ingredients?"

The waiter stunned, "Yes."

"Can we borrow the kitchen? We will pay for money." Ye Nianmo said solemnly.

The waiter watched the man in the suit and leather shoes in front of him, and the momentum emitted from his unintentional consciousness, and did not even refuse, and said directly: "You wait, I'll ask the manager."

The manager is a named Korean. When he saw the man wearing an Armani suit, although he didn't understand what the other party wanted to do, since the other party was rich and now he didn't get business hours, he nodded and agreed.

"Read in Mo." Ding Yiyi pulled his sleeves.

Ye Nianmo stretched out her hand and pressed her head gently, turned her head in a direction facing the table, "Go there to wait for me."

Putting down, he took off the suit jacket and put it in Ding Yiyi's hand, slightly pulled the tie, rolled up the cuffs and walked to the kitchen.

Ding Yiyi sat in the position obediently and sent a text message to Song Mengjie by the way, "Is Meng Jie today?

The text message was sent, and the other party hadn't returned in five minutes. She didn't worry about hitting it and found that the other party had turned off.

In the room, Song Mengjie put his phone gently on the table with his stomach. The sound of the collision of the table and the phone could make her body tremble slightly.

"How many months?" Hai Zhuoxuan stood opposite her, and the hand on the side was stretched straight. The whole person was stiff like a human sculpture.

"It's been two months when Yiyi got married." Song Mengjie lowered his head and replied, and he touched his stomach uneasily.

Hai Zhuoxuan put the investment and combed it back.

"Really?" Song Mengjie looked up, and quickly lowered her head. "She was almost born."

Hai Zhuoxuan finally put his eyes on her, and said, "Could you do it, you know you and I can't."

"Chu Qing's child is your child, and my child is also your child." Song Mengjie cried out, his expression was sad.

Hai Zhuoxuan finally moved a little bit. He walked in front of her, saying one by one: "I did all of this, but this child couldn't stay."

Song Mengjie cried and didn't speak, but kept shaking his head, and his body retreated on the wall. The cold touch made her body can't help but look up at the man in front of her eyes, but only saw the indifference in the eyes of the other person's eyes.

Then, then, then

He doesn't love her, and naturally he is indifferent to the life and death of the child in her belly.

There was only Song Mengjie's crying sound in the room. For a long time, she lowered: "I'm going, just day after tomorrow, can you accompany me?"

Hai Zhuoxuan looked at her complicatedly, and finally nodded and agreed, "Okay."

After talking about this, Hai Zhuoxuan took out a thick stack of money from the bag and put it on the table, and turned to leave without nostalgia.

Song Mengjie walked in front of the table and looked at the red banknotes stacked into three piles, covering her belly and crying again.

After crying for a long time, she picked up the mobile phone and sent a text message to Ding Yi, "I call you at night, I want to tell you."
Chapter completed!