She divorced with her property, and her ex-husband chased her around the world

Huo Jingbo reacted faster. After raising his hand to block, he also quickly punched out.

The two men soon struggled together.

Lu Jin'an rushed over from behind, fully armed. He first pulled Shang Manyue further away, and then he rushed forward to break up the fight.

Shang Manyue watched as Huo Jingbo and Gu Xianzhi both struck cruelly, leaving no room for error. They really looked like they were going to kill each other.

She moved her lips, originally wanting to persuade him to stop him, but in the end she said nothing.

Now she is exhausted physically and mentally. She just wants to hold her son and have a good sleep. She is too tired...

Cheng Rang stepped forward and supported her swaying figure.

He looked down at her, with no color on his face, and his thin body seemed to be blown away in the wind. He held her cold hand distressedly and said, "Sister, little Yunchen is waiting for you at home. We go home."

Originally, little Yunchen was making a fuss and wanted to pick up his mother. He finally came out after being coaxed to sleep. However, the servant at home called just now. Little Yunchen had already woken up. He couldn't see anyone and was crying again. He asked him to hurry up. go back.

Shang Manyue nodded slightly, her voice low, "Is he okay?"

Cheng Rang shook his head: "I've been crying."

He also suddenly knew that he was an uncle, and he had not had time to adapt to this identity. He was inevitably in a hurry to take care of Xiao Yunchen. Fortunately, blood... is a very magical thing. He was able to get close to Xiao Yunchen quickly, and he He gradually stopped rejecting him.

I just kept crying because I was thinking about my mother and was afraid that my mother would disappear again.

Even though Shang Manyue was mentally prepared, the moment he heard it, his heart still clenched violently.

She didn't look back to watch the fight between Huo Jingbo and Gu Xianzhi, and got into Cheng Rang's car and left.

Here, Lu Jinan spent a lot of effort to separate the two people.

Three men with excellent temperament and extremely good looks were sitting on the ground respectively, with red eyes and panting.

It’s just that the three people’s faces were all colored, green and purple, it was so exciting.

Lu Jinan feels that he is really "lucky" to have such good brothers like them!

If time could go back again, even if I beat him to death, he wouldn't want to be brothers with them!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he taunted: "Damn it, the heroine is gone, who are you calling me for? How old are you, and it's not embarrassing to look like a stupid young man!"

One is a powerful figure in the shopping mall, the other is well-known in the medical field, but here he is jealous of a woman, it’s incredible!

Gu Xianzhi wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, "Shouldn't you be beaten if you take someone by force?"

Huo Jingbo sneered and retorted, "You steal someone else's wife, hide and make up lies, shouldn't you be beaten?"

Gu Xianzhi's eyes darkened.

Only Lu Jinan didn't know what they were implying, "What are you talking about..."

But no one paid any attention to him.

Gu Xianzhi said no more, stood up with his palms on the ground, patted the dust on his body, turned around and left.

Huo Jingbo stared at his back, with a cold curve at the corner of his lips.

Suddenly, his eyes turned to Lu Jinan and he said bluntly, "How much do you know about Gu Xianzhi's affairs abroad in the past few years?"

Lu Jinan's mouth thumped suddenly.

It's not cool yet. Gu Xianzhi is gone and he is going to be used as a target?

"I do not know!"

He directly swore to the sky, "Jing Bo, my body and mind are with you, and I am definitely not on Gu Xianzhi's side. You have to believe me!"

As he spoke, he blinked Kazilan's big eyes to show that what he said was true.

Huo Jingbo smiled.

He took out the cigarette box, took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep puff, raised his head slightly, and slowly blew out the smoke ring.

Then he replied lazily: "Then go and cut off Gu Xian's arm to see his sincerity."

Lu Jinan was lighting a cigarette.

Hearing this, his hand shook, and the fire directly burned his fingertips, making him gasp.

"Jing Bo, don't do this to others..." He was about to cry.

Huo Jingbo already knew the virtues of Master Duanshui, but he still pretended to be in front of him.

He smoked quietly for a while, his handsome face was blurred by the smoke, and his expression could not be seen clearly. After a long time, his hoarse voice slowly started to sound.

"Go and help me with something."

Lu Jinan carefully tested: "You're not going to really let me cut off Xian's arm, are you?"

The palms and backs of his hands were full of flesh. He was in a difficult position!

"Don't worry, it's very simple."

Huo Jingbo stood up and faced the sea.

The wind blew the hair on his forehead, and his eyebrows became more profound and charming.

"Go get a piece of Gu Xianzhi's hair."

Lu Jinan was surprised, "Are you... going to use his hair to hit the villain under the overpass?"

Huo Jingbo turned to look at him with a look that looked like he was mentally retarded.

After that, he said in a faint voice, "I suspect that gift is my son."

Either Yun Chen didn't die that year, or Yun Shi wasn't killed.

...

Cheng Zhai.

Shang Manyue hugged the soft little Yunchen, and her uncomfortable mood was finally relieved.

The child seemed to be lost and found again. His little arms were holding on to his mother, and he smelled the fragrance of her body and refused to let go.

Cheng Rang watched from the side, his eyes slightly moist. He left the room quietly without disturbing the mother and son, and gently closed the door.

After a while, little Yunchen poked his head out of her arms and asked with a purring voice, "Mom, is that uncle my father?"

This hit the nail on the head, Shang Manyue was speechless for a moment.

When he was young, Xiao Yunchen had no concept of the word dad, but it did not mean that he would never have the concept.

What's more, he is more mature than other children his age.

But how could she explain the grudges between her and Huo Jingbo to a child over three years old?

I originally wanted to wait until he grew up and became sensible, and then I would slowly talk to him.

Now everything is disrupted.

Shang Manyue was silent for a long time, but instead of answering, he asked, "Xiao Yunchen, do you hope he is your father?"

Xiao Yunchen lowered his head and remained silent for a long time.

"Everyone else has a father, but I don't have a father."

Such a young child didn't know how to hide his emotions. His little face was full of disappointment, "But he is so fierce. He is not good to my mother. I don't want to like him either."

Although the preface to this statement was a bit inconsistent, Shang Manyue understood what his son was saying.

He still longed for his father.

Also.

What child doesn't want his parents to be by his side?

Everyone else has it.

Of course he would want it too.

Shang Manyue couldn't help but wonder if she was really too selfish, depriving him of the fatherly love he deserved since he was born.

She held the child in her arms, tears falling uncontrollably.

When Xiao Yunchen saw his mother crying, he anxiously wiped her tears with his little hands and said in a crying voice: "Mom, don't cry. I don't want my father anymore. It's enough for me to have my mother."

"Good boy."

Shang Manyue hugged him tighter and tighter, feeling wet in her heart.

Late at night, little Yunchen fell asleep in Shang Manyue's arms.

Listening to his even and long breathing, looking at his sleeping face, her hands gently stroked him.

In fact, if you look closely, you can see that his outline vaguely resembles that of Huo Jingbo.

Very much like... the young man Huo Jingbo she met in the countryside.

Her fingertips trembled slightly, then she retracted them.

Distraught and unable to sleep, she got up, put on her clothes, and walked to the window. She originally wanted to blow the wind for a while to calm her mood.

Unexpectedly, I saw a car parked at the door.

A tall figure leaned against the car, with the coolness of the night breeze on his body. He had obviously been waiting there for a long time.

When she looked at her, he seemed to feel something and raised his eyes to look up.

In the night, their eyes met.