Hidden ex-husband, you are not worthy

Luo Xiang muttered, "Mum, can I not celebrate my birthday! I don't really want to celebrate my birthday."

Hua Mo wondered, "Why? Didn't you always look forward to your birthday?"

Luo Xiang's eyes rolled, and he made an excuse casually, "Well, my uncle would accompany me every year on my birthday, but this year my uncle is not here."

Hua Mo's beautiful eyes slightly bent, "Don't worry, Uncle Luo Qi will come to celebrate your birthday with you."

"Mummy is a little tired, I want to take a bath first and have a rest, is that okay?"

Luo Xiang naturally saw the exhaustion in Hua Mo's eyes, and quickly nodded obediently, "Okay Mommy, then you have a good rest."

Hua Mo smiled and patted her head.

Luo Xiang stared at her mum's thin back, frowned, feeling a little annoyed, so she sneaked into the garden and made a phone call with Song Heng.

In the ward.

Song Heng stared at his electronic watch almost 24 hours a day, even eating, for fear of missing Luo Xiang's message, and the nurses who took care of him thought he was out of his mind, just because he was Song Hanqing's Son, no one dares to propose to Song Hanqing.

Seeing Luo Xiang's call, Song Heng beamed with joy, ignoring that the nurse was wiping his body, he hurriedly helped the nurse out, and then answered the phone.

"Hello, Luoxiang."

Song Heng called Luo Xiang's name softly.

Luo Xiang's face fell, and she said sullenly, "Brother Song Heng, tell me, how can I not miss my birthday! My birthday is coming soon, but I don't really think about it."

Birthday?

Song Heng pouted.

In fact, he doesn't like birthdays either.

He and Song Yu had the same birthday, but every time, Mommy would only help Song Yu celebrate her birthday, never helped him, and he could only pick up Song Yu's unwanted birthday presents.
"When is your birthday?" Song Heng asked casually.

Luo Xiang pursed her lips, "Next Friday."

"What!" Song Heng was surprised, "You are also born next Friday, and you have the same birthday as me?"

Luo Xiang was also very surprised, "Is it such a coincidence? So brother Song Heng, you actually have the same birthday as me."

Song Heng frowned slightly, "Yes! It's a coincidence."

"Oh, it's getting late, I guess my father will be here soon, Luo Xiang, if you really don't want to celebrate your birthday, then I'll celebrate it with you!"

Luo Xiang was immediately happy, "Okay! Thank you, Brother Song Heng."

Song Heng slightly hooked his lips, and the two hung up the phone.

As soon as Song Heng hung up the phone, the door of the ward was opened from the outside, and then Song Hanqing walked in from the outside, carrying a few plastic bags and an insulated lunch box in his hand, which looked like a meal specially prepared for Song Heng.

"Daddy."

Seeing Song Hanqing coming, Song Heng quickly called him.

Song Hanqing glanced at Song Heng with lowered eyes, and put the things in his hand on the table, "The food that the nanny in Yunshuiwan cooked for you should suit your appetite."

"It's time for you to go to school in two days, and you can go directly to school after leaving the hospital. Do you think it's okay?"

Song Heng nodded, "Listen to you, Daddy."

"However. Daddy, why do I feel that you don't seem to be very happy today, is someone messing with you?"

Song Heng is sensitive by nature, especially today, Song Hanqing's hostility is too heavy, and Song Heng's heart trembles in fright.

Song Hanqing was indeed in a bad mood.

He actually lost Hua Mo!
Ah!
She is powerful, she would rather be entangled with Zhuge Yun than have anything to do with him.

洛瑶
Song Hanqing pursed his lips, and raised his hand to scratch the tip of Song Heng's small nose, "You are quite heartwarming."

Song Heng chuckled.

Of course!

He is a little warm boy.

Song Hanqing glanced sideways, opened the insulated lunch box, filled out the food inside and handed it to Song Heng, "Eat."

Song Heng took it obediently, thanked Song Hanqing, scooped a mouthful of white rice and stuffed it into his mouth, after thinking about it, he couldn't help but whispered to Song Hanqing, "Daddy, if you are unhappy in any way, you must Say it out, if you hold it in your heart, you will get sick."

Song Hanqing looked at him calmly in his spare time, "You've been much happier recently."

Hearing this, Song Heng couldn't help being stunned. He lightly raised his eyes to meet Song Hanqing's deep black eyes, then quickly lowered his head, "I've always been cheerful!"

It's just that the Luo Xiang I met recently was so cute and cheerful, which affected him.

If only she was his sister.
Song Hanqing smiled slightly.

Hua Mo didn't fall asleep all night.

As long as you close your eyes, you will see the scene where your brother Hua An was burned, and those photos that are beyond recognition.

It is conceivable that he must have paid a lot in these years to be able to recover to the present state. How did he get here in the past few years.

Hua Mo turned over from the bed and sat up, glanced sideways at Luo Xiang who was still sleeping beside her, bent down, and gently kissed her fair and tender cheek, then turned over and got out of bed, and went to the study again.

Over the years, she has had trouble sleeping almost every night, and only work can temporarily numb herself.

Hua Mo had no choice but to turn on the computer and continue working.

Before I knew it, it was past six o'clock in the morning.

The day just turned white, Hua Mo went to the kitchen to make breakfast for Luo Xiang, tidied up a bit, put on a slightly thicker makeup to cover the dark circles under the eyes, then changed into formal clothes and stepped on high heels upstairs.

She is very tall, even after giving birth to a child, her figure is still not out of shape, there is no trace of excess fat on her body, neither fat nor thin, neither tall nor short, everything is just right, she is a natural clothes hanger, wearing a professional When pretending, it can be salty or sweet, not too elegant and gentle, nor too aggressive, giving people a feeling of not being angry and self-imposing.

Hua Mo went downstairs and kissed Luo Xiang, and told her a few words before driving to work in KL.

When the car was parked downstairs in KL, she sharply saw Song Hanqing who was leaning against the gate of KL.

Song Hanqing didn't seem to go home for the night, he was still wearing the dark gray suit from yesterday, he leaned casually against the gate, holding a half-burned cigarette in his hand, the ground was full of burnt cigarette butts, Hua Mo Mo glanced at it casually, and there were about twenty or so. If it was early in the morning, it would be impossible to smoke so many cigarettes. Obviously, Song Hanqing had been waiting here since last night.

He just stood by the door carelessly, with no expression on his face, cold and cold.

It attracted many people to stop and watch.

In particular, Song Hanqing's figure has often appeared in the interview columns of major magazines and business speeches in recent years. KL is a financial company, and countless people know or have heard Song Hanqing's business speeches.

The videos and photos of him at the door have already been spread all over the work group by KL insiders.

Hua Mo casually opened the group message and took a look.

"Hey, hey, look, is this Song Hanqing, the president of Qingtian Group? Mr. Song! Why is he standing at the door of our company so early in the morning! He looks quite depressed, you say, what's wrong with this?" ah?"

"According to my many years of experience, Mr. Song is very likely to be trapped by love."

"Troubled by love? You mean, Song always waits for love"

Hua Mo was a little annoyed, so he turned off his phone and called Mickey, told her to rectify, then opened the door and got out of the car.