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Chapter 893 Doubt (2)

Ying Muyao's eyes flickered for a moment, and he said coldly: "Divorce, I'll save your father's life, Rong's already incapable of doing anything, right? Think it over carefully, and call me when you're done thinking about it."

Ying Muyao withdrew his hand, and Rong Zhiyi immediately lost his strength and fell to the ground. He looked down at her, turned and left with a cold face.

Opening the door, Cheng Cheng stood in front of the door, looked up at Ying Muyao who was covered in gloom, stepped back in fear, and shouted timidly: "Dad..."

Ying Muyao pursed his lips, and looked at him as gently as possible, "What's wrong?"

Cheng Cheng wrung his hands and whispered: "Don't quarrel with Mom."

Ying Muyao was taken aback for a moment, and then said alienatedly: "Go to sleep, you have to go to school tomorrow."

Cheng Cheng sensitively sensed his dislike, lowered his head, said "Oh" obediently, turned around and walked to his room with small steps.

Looking at his small back, Ying Muyao pinched his brows wearily. He really owes this child because he was only born and lived in such an environment.

He could see that Cheng Cheng had been trying to curry favor with him, but he really couldn't treat him well, because he was Rong Zhiyi's son.

In the study room, Rong Zhiyi propped her hands on the ground, digging her delicately manicured nails into the carpet, her pretty face was pale and dull, with tears stained on her face, making her miserable.

Divorce, how could she be willing!If you don't get a divorce, what will your father do?
Rong Zhiyi sobbed, and for the first time asked herself if it was worth it to stand by Ying Muyao's side by all means.

After leaving the villa, Ying Muyao drove to the community where Nanqiao lived, and it was already eleven o'clock.

Nanqiao was sitting on the sofa in the hall. Nan's mother had already gone back. The apartment was empty and quiet. She looked down at the little guy who was sleeping in her arms, and all she could think about was whether it was hers or not. child?

If so, why did Ying Muyao do this back then?Trick her into taking away the child, and then raise the child with him?
why?
The doorbell rang suddenly, and Nanqiao's eyelashes trembled. He recovered and looked at the door.

Waiting seemed to be woken up too, rubbed his eyes with his small hands, and asked childishly: "Qiaoqiao, is dad coming to pick you up?"

Nanqiao lowered his eyes and said softly, "Auntie, go and have a look."

Waiting nodded, obediently got up from her arms, and sat on the sofa in a daze, dazed.

Nanqiao rubbed his head, got up and went to open the door.

Holding the doorknob with his hand, Nanqiao pursed his lips, and suddenly opened the door, his eyes met his black eyes, as if his soul was about to be sucked in by him.

She could almost hear her own heartbeat speeding up, and couldn't help but want to ask him if he was her son, but looking into his eyes at this moment, her words seemed to stick to her lips, and she couldn't come out.

"Then what are you looking at me for?" Ying Muyao's lips curled up in an evil manner, his arms rested on the door frame, and he stood crookedly, "Miss me?"

South Bridge: "..."

"Father." Waiting suddenly ran out from behind Nanqiao and hugged Ying Muyao's leg.

Ying Muyao bent down to pick up his son, then walked in majesticly, familiar with the way, and touched his forehead as he walked, "Do you still feel uncomfortable?"

Waiting shook his head obediently, "No more, waiting to take medicine."

Ying Muyao smiled when he heard the words, turned his head to look at Nanqiao who was still standing at the door, and said in a low voice, "Are you standing there intending to be the door god?"

Nanqiao looked at him, her lips fluttered, her fists were clenched and loosened, and she repeated several times before she seemed to have the strength to speak, and she spoke slowly, "Ying Muyao...I..."

After only four words, Nanqiao seemed to be drained of strength.

Ying Muyao frowned, "What's wrong?"

(End of this chapter)