"I won't let go, I won't let go forever."

This guy was obviously deliberately confusing the public. She said letting go did not mean that. Xia Youxin raised her head and looked at her with deep eyes. He tightly curled her, "Baby." Ye Qianmo said two words in a low voice. Just two simple words were enough to make Xia Youxin sink.

Ye Qianmo bent over and picked up Xia Youxin and threw Lin Dahui from the car, and went straight into the door.

Xia Youxin's heart jumped involuntarily. She seemed to have seen the eager lovesickness in his eyes. For some reason, she suddenly felt that from body to heart, she became very soft, so soft that she couldn't say a word.

Ye Qianmo gently kissed the red lips he had dreamed of for many days, and the familiar smell made him want a lot.

"Baby, I miss you." Ye Qianmo's low voice sounded with lust.

Xia Youxin's heart throbbed slightly again. She also missed Ye Qianmo, thinking about it as if she was about to go crazy and suffocating. Xia Youxin didn't say anything, but just kissed him back to her heart's content, and used the kiss to express her longing for him.

...

Ye Qianmo's villa.

Song Wanting sat next to the cradle and looked at her son.

Everyone is busy with Xia Youxin's affairs these days, and Song Wanting has been kept in the dark. If she hadn't gone to the bathroom to overheard the conversation between the two servants yesterday, she wouldn't have known that Xia Youxin was in prison.

Song Wanting was so happy when she heard this news.

Xia Youxin, can’t even God stand against your happiness? It’s really worth it! This is called Feng Shui taking turns.

Song Wanting was thinking about how to stop Ye Qianmo from saving Xia Youxin. Song Wanting could not do it at all, and with so many people around Xia Youxin, it was really difficult to stop her from being rescued.

What if the child gets sick at this time?

Looking at the sleeping child in the cradle, Song Wanting thought viciously, Xia Youxin, I, Song Wanting, have a life-threatening life in Ye Qianmo's eyes, but Ye Zhengheng is not. Ye Qianmo doesn't like Ye Zhengheng anymore, their father-son relationship is indelible.

Child, I'm sorry, don't blame your mother. Mom has no choice but to let you suffer a little more. Mom promises you that after getting through the difficulties, your parents will definitely love you well, stay by your side every day, and take care of you carefully.

Song Wanting stretched out her fair hand and slowly approached Ye Zhengheng. Ye Zhengheng was still asleep quietly, with a slight smile on her face.

Looking at such a cute child, Song Wanting suddenly retracted her hand. After all, it was the flesh on her body, and she was somewhat unable to do it.

No, if you don’t take action now, you may not have a chance. Song Wanting took a few deep breaths and decisively extended her hand toward the child again.

“Wow~Wow!”

The sudden crying in the quiet room was particularly loud.

"Child, what's wrong with you? Don't scare your mother." Song Wanting said in a crying voice, and secretly glanced at the door.

"Child, what's wrong with you!" Song Wanting suddenly screamed loudly, Ye Zhengheng's little face was always tightly entangled, as if he was enduring great pain.

The maid outside the door frowned slightly. Mr. Ye didn't like Song Wanting, but Ye Zhengheng was still surnamed Ye. Song Wanting's voice wouldn't have something wrong with the young master, right?

Song Wanting opened the door with a slam and said sternly: "I want to see Ye Qianmo, I want to see him!"

"Miss Song, I'm sorry, Mr. Ye said, you can't leave the second floor."

"Give me a call, I'll call him." Song Wanting knew that she could not go down the second floor at all, so she could only settle for the second best.

"But."

"His son is dying. Can you take this responsibility?"
Chapter completed!