President Xiao, he spoils his wife too much

Chapter 280 The Flowers Are Blooming, It’s Too Late for Love (8)

Xu Ying took off his gloves and threw them into the trash can. With his index finger, he pushed the mirror frame on the bridge of his nose, "The boss didn't say anything, but he will probably come."

Wei Zi Yue's brows moved slightly, and he asked again: "Who is the boss? He's so mysterious!"

In the past nine months, he has never been in contact with the boss behind the scenes. The boss always contacts Xu Ying directly for everything, and he seems not to be trusted yet.

Xu Ying glanced at him and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter who the boss is, what matters is what he can give us!"

Wei Ziyue's expression was perfect without any flaws, his lips curled up into a sinister smile, "I don't like things that are out of control, who knows if something happens one day, I don't know how I might die."

Xu Ying and Wei Ziyue have been together for more than nine months. Although they can't be said to be friends, at least they are working together happily. I understand his defensiveness and said: "If there is no accident, the boss should be able to arrive here in a week. .”

Wei Ziyue put his hands in his pockets, answered without saying a word, and followed Xu Ying into the elevator.

The elevator ascended silently and stopped, the silver door slowly opened, and when Xu Ying stepped out of the elevator, he heard a hoarse voice behind him: "Do you still remember our agreement?"

Xu Ying stopped, looked back at him, and smiled meaningfully, "I didn't expect Mr. Wei to be such an idiot! Don't worry, I'll save her life. As for that child..."

The voice stopped, and the meaning was self-evident.

Wei Ziyue walked out of the elevator, passed by him, and said, "I only want Wei Zixi."

As for Xiao Han's species, life and death have nothing to do with him.

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Wei Zixi woke up and saw a crib next to the bed. There was a baby lying on the bed, wearing small clothes and covered with a small quilt, sleeping soundly.

He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Probably after falling asleep, her body became slightly stronger, and she reached out to touch her cheek.

Her nails haven't been trimmed for a long time, and they grow long. Her fingertips are about to touch the child's face, but they retract in an instant, worrying that her nails will hurt her fragile skin.

There is tenderness and maternal love flowing in the clear eyes, which is an instinct.

This is her and Xiao Han's child. He should have a good life. With Xiao Han's protective personality, he should treat her very well, but now...

With a suffocating breath in his heart, he let out a deep sigh.

He took out the half piece of jade pendant from under the pillow and stuffed it carefully into her clothes.

"I'm sorry, baby, it's mother who is useless and failed to protect you. There is no way to let father know of your existence, otherwise he will come to save you, definitely will."

With the palm facing up, the surface of the hand gently rubbed against her small face.

For the past nine months, she has lived in this room every day. She has never seen the sun or the moon. Sometimes she wakes up suddenly and does not know whether it is day or night.

They are unwilling to provide her with anything except daily food, even if it is just a piece of paper.

The only thing that can distract her is the MP3 that Xiao Han gave her.

Sometimes when I feel too uncomfortable, I listen to his songs over and over again, which seems to relieve my mental pain.

Nine months of captivity, she sometimes wondered if she was crazy.

Because I often have hallucinations and see Xiao Han, but I can't touch anything when I reach out, everything is broken into bubbles.

The MP3 Xiao Han sent was not bad, it could record. If she was in better spirits, she would record and talk, although I don’t know if he can hear it in the future.

"Xiao Han. I gave birth to a daughter who looks like you, but I don't know if my temper looks like you or not. When I grow up, no one will want me."

　Tomorrow, I will leave for my hometown. There is no internet in my hometown, and the guests will come and go during Chinese New Year. I am afraid it will be quite busy.I strive for 4 updates every day. If I am really too busy, I will do fewer updates. Don’t blame me if I hope, the wind will slowly thank the beauties again [see you tomorrow]

　　
　
(End of this chapter)