Mengbao came to the door: Dad is uglier than you

Hawthorne was already a little dizzy in such an atmosphere, but when he saw Xing Chenyou held up his hand and was about to cut the cake together, he suddenly heard that sharp voice from below.

She froze for a moment, as if her heart had been stung.

That's right, how could she indulge in such an atmosphere and Xing Chenyou's unpredictable and gentle appearance?

Huo Sang looked up at Xing Chenyou, his expression was still cold and heartless.

She pursed her lips, and the hand held by Xing Chenyou was about to shrink back subconsciously.

But how could the hand wrapped in the man's palm be pulled away like this.

Everyone looked at the man who was speaking. The man was standing in the corner, wearing ordinary clothes and carrying a camera on his back. Obviously, he was a media reporter who was invited here today.

Media reporters like to make trouble the most, and they like to ask questions that people can't answer.

However, the media reporters that Lake invited would not be so ignorant to say such things on such occasions.

Xing Chenyou's expression didn't change, but Huo Sang and Xiao Xingxing could clearly feel that the surrounding atmosphere had changed.

became cold and severe.

It's just that they have long been accustomed to Xing Chenyou's breath, so their mood has not changed much.

But the reporter didn't know what to do and said later, "Boss Xing, do you love Mrs. Xing or not?"

As soon as these words fell, Hawthorne struggled a little harder, almost all the strength of her whole body was concentrated on the hand held by Xing Chenyou, she gritted her teeth and used some strength, but she still couldn't pull it out.

The atmosphere of the audience was condensed.

At this time, the Xing family's old house.

An Qingsi sat on the bed, and Sun Lin made soup and brought it up, serving her by the bed.

But An Qingsi obviously didn't have any appetite for soup, she looked out of the window, it was already dark outside the window.

"Aunt Sun, do you know what day it is today?" An Qingsi said softly.

Sun Lin frowned and shook her head, "What day is today?"

"It's Ah You's birthday." An Qingsi said softly, her hands clenched into fists, and her voice sounded a bit ethereal, "He held a birthday party today."

Sun Lin was surprised, but she didn't care. Xing Chenyou was not her biological son, and she didn't have a good relationship with her. It would be best if they didn't meet.

"What's the matter?"

"He didn't invite you and Uncle Xing. It's fine if he doesn't invite you. He didn't even invite Uncle Xing." An Qingsi turned her head and looked at Sun Lin with hatred.

She even thought it was a wrong decision to get them out of the police station, they really didn't look like people who could help them.

Sun Lin was a little embarrassed, "He and I are not biological after all."

She thought to herself, if she was Xing Chenyou's biological mother, she would definitely not match him and Sisi, after all...

"Aunt Sun, I'm a little sleepy, you go out." An Qingsi felt a little depressed at the moment, and when she saw Sun Lin again, she felt even more depressed.

Sun Lin glanced at the soup, "I haven't drunk much..."

"I don't want to drink." An Qingsi turned cold.

Sun Lin immediately surrendered, nodded, and went out with her things.

As soon as she left, cruelty appeared on An Qingsi's cold face. She took a deep breath, but her thoughts were already on the birthday party.

I hope Gu Ting will not disappoint him.

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At this time, everyone looked at the reporter, but they did not dare to look at Xing Chenyou and Huo Sang.

As a reporter, how can you ask this kind of question of love or not? There are very few wealthy couples who love each other, and many of them get married for the sake of profit.

But in general, if people ask this question, most of them will answer love directly.

After all, a show is a good show.

Hawthorne's heart was pounding, she didn't know whether to expect Xing Chenyou's answer or not.

"What does it matter to you whether I love her or not?"

No one expected that Xing Chenyou said such a sentence coldly.

He said it to the reporter, but Hawthorne felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on his head, extinguishing his joyous heart.

She felt that the words were addressed to her.

Does he love her or not, so what?

In fact, I still don't love her. If I really loved her, I wouldn't say such things.

Hawthorne understood this truth, and immediately sealed his heart tightly with that basin of cold water, not daring to jump around casually.

How could a man like Xing Chenyou fall in love with someone so easily.

How could he fall in love with himself.

Hawthorne changed his mind for a while, and quickly withdrew his heart, and stopped beating wildly.

She couldn't fall in love with him either, no.

The audience was silent, the reporter didn't expect Xing Chenyou to say such a sentence, asked him such a question, and was speechless for a while.

Lake immediately asked the reporter to be invited out.

Although the reporter raised such a question, when Lake invited someone to invite him out, he still didn't dare to struggle and talk nonsense.

Xing Chenyou looked down at Huo Sang's drooping face, his eyes were heavy, and he didn't speak.

The people below wanted to say something about the warm atmosphere, but the family on the stage who was about to cut the cake was silent, and no one dared to talk nonsense.

Little Xingxing looked at her daddy, then at her mommy, her little face was also gloomy.

Mommy is pregnant and is about to give birth to a younger sister. Doesn't Daddy still love Mommy?
No, Daddy must love Mommy, for sure!
But why didn't Daddy answer that annoying reporter directly and tell him that he loves Mommy?
Little Xingxing was very depressed, he walked to Huo Sang's side gratefully, and then looked at Xing Chenyou.

Xing Chenyou touched his son's stubborn protective eyes, without saying a word, he raised his hand to cut the cake, and Lake played soothing music as if he was saving the scene.

The people below breathed a sigh of relief, and they all slammed their hands together, not daring to look up again.

In the farthest corner of the crowd, a thin man stood there holding a wine glass, his gaze was on Hawthorne who was sitting in a wheelchair at the front.

His complexion was very ugly, and he looked much thinner than before. He looked at Hawthorne with complex eyes, filled with hatred, love, pain, and remorse, all kinds of emotions intertwined. It looks extremely complicated.

It is very rare for Gu Ting to get the opportunity to attend Xing Chenyou's birthday party.

He didn't want to look at that tall man who didn't know how much better than himself, he just wanted to see if Hawthorne was doing well.

But now she is sitting in a wheelchair, and Xing Chenyou doesn't love her either. Obviously, she is having a bad life, but she has to make a show of humiliation because of that man.

Hawthorne's life is always so bad.

Gu Ting took a sip of wine, pursed his lips, and the decision in his heart suddenly became a little firmer.