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

The phone rang for a long time, and Huo Jingbo was almost losing his patience before he slowly picked up the phone.

He always paid attention to efficiency in his work, and he was somewhat unhappy. His brows were furrowed and his tone was cold.

"Shang Manyue, let's meet."

He called her by her name without any warmth.

Shang Manyue held the phone tightly, her fingertips tightened slightly, "Okay."

"I will arrive in Beicheng tomorrow."

After saying that, the man hung up the phone without any more extra words.

The beeping sound rang in his ears. After a long time, Shang Manyue put down the phone, stood up and walked to the window.

She remembered the phone call with Dr. Gu that morning.

Dr. Gu's explanation to her was just three words: sequelae.

Before the operation, I was informed in advance that this was a new technology that brought hope but also countless unknowns.

Now that Huo Jingbo is alive, all the strange things about him can no longer be explained by current medicine.

But Dr. Gu said that apart from his emotional indifference, everything else was normal, which was a blessing in disguise.

Shang Manyue lowered his eyes and his eyes fell on his hands.

At that time, she was the one who agreed to Huo Jingbo's heart transplant surgery. She signed the consent form for the surgery herself.

She was disappointed with the current result, but she had no regrets.

Without this operation, Huo Jingbo would not have survived. Now at least, he is still alive...even if he no longer loves her.

……

Even though she thought so, Shang Manyue still tossed and turned all night.

The next morning, she woke up early.

After washing, she sat in front of the dressing table, slowly combing her long black hair with a comb. Looking at herself in the mirror who looked a little haggard, she still put on makeup carefully, then went to the cloakroom and picked out a nude pink long skirt.

This is the aesthetic that Huo Jingbo likes.

Shang Manyue walked out of the bedroom, and Aunt Chen was walking out of the children's room, holding one child and holding another.

Apparently they were specially dressed for the two children.

Xiao Yunchen was wearing a small suit with suspenders, a small bow tied around his neck, and his hair was combed into a slicked back hair. He looked vaguely like a smaller version of Huo Jingbo.

When I was a child, I didn't feel that the older he got, the more he looked like his father.

Little Yunshi was wearing a little skirt with a fluffy hem. Her thick black hair was tied in a small bun with a bow hairpin. Her big eyes stared at you, and her skin was white and tender, which was simply adorable.

My younger sister looks mostly like her and has been a beauty since she was young.

She stepped forward and kissed her daughter, "Are you happy that you can see your father?"

Little Yunshi clapped her hands and pursed her teeth as usual, "Dad, Dad!"

Shang Manyue was infected by her joy. Huo Jingbo had hoped that this daughter, maybe two children, could bring back some of his emotions.

In the afternoon, a black Bugatti slowly drove into the commercial residence.

Shang Manyue was standing at the door, holding her two daughters, waiting for him.

Huo Jingbo stepped out of the car with his long legs. Little Yunchen ran over first, hugged the man's thigh and shouted, "Dad, you're back!"

The little thing that suddenly bumped into his arms caused a hint of resistance to flash across Huo Jingbo's eyes. He didn't like being overly close to others.

When the little thing raised his head, his eyes fell on the little face that looked like his own, and he felt a little strange in his heart.

Huo Jingbo took his collar, moved him away, nodded lightly, and agreed.

Little Yunchen was inevitably disappointed.

He missed his father so much. He wanted his father to pick him up and hold him high like before, take him to learn various skills, and play with him.

Dad knows everything, and he admires him very much.

But now, he is so indifferent.

Huo Jingbo raised his eyes, glanced at Aunt Chen standing nearby and the little girl in her arms, and then fixed his eyes directly on Shang Manyue.

Beautiful slender woman.

It was not much different from the memory. The only difference was that he didn't have the strong and extreme emotions as in the memory.

He looked at her as if she were a stranger.

Even for those revolving memories in his mind, the man in them was clearly him, but he only felt like he was watching a lengthy movie about someone else's life.

He cannot empathize or empathize.

Huo Jingbo looked at Shang Manyue and said, "Let's talk."

Shang Manyue clenched her hands slightly, but kept a calm smile on her face, "Okay, come in."

She turned around and went into the house first.

But the moment he turned around, the smile on the corner of his lips fell.

Shang Manyue took Huo Jingbo to the tea room.

Their conversation this time was probably not going to be a pleasant topic. Shang Manyue told Aunt Chen to take her children to play outside and not let them come near here.

After closing the bamboo door, Shang Manyue sat down and made tea elegantly and skillfully.

Huo Jingbo stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the surroundings.

The two were busy with their own business for a while and did not talk.

Until the aroma of tea overflowed, Huo Jingbo slowly turned around, and the sunlight playfully fell on Shang Manyue's hair, making her even more beautiful.

You can't tell at all that she is already a mother of two children.

He thought that it was not without reason that he liked her before.

She really has that kind of beauty.

At least, it should be the appearance and figure that he likes.

Huo Jingbo walked over and sat opposite Shang Manyue. His black eyes looked at her deeply and unscrupulously.

The way a man looks at a woman is explicit.

However, it is just desire, without any element of love.

Shang Manyue suppressed the depression in her heart and asked, "Can I have some tea?"

Huo Jingbo's lips curled up, "Okay."

Shang Manyue poured him a cup of tea and pushed it in front of him.

Huo Jingbo was very considerate and tasted it carefully.

Shang Manyue couldn't help but stare at the man's face. His eyes were still the same, and his nose and mouth were still the same as before.

His eyes moved down and fixed on his chest.

How come everything is different just by changing my heart?

After drinking a cup of tea, Huo Jingbo put down the tea cup. There was a slight sound on the table, which heralded that the brief warm and harmonious relationship between them was over.

The man spoke bluntly, "I came here today to talk to you about the custody of the child."

He didn't even need any foreshadowing, his goal was clear: "We have two children, each of us will raise one. I want a son."

Even though Shang Manyue was mentally prepared, he was still stabbed at this moment.

She met his gloomy eyes and said, "You haven't contacted me since you came back. Is this the first time you see me that you just want to talk to me about this?"

Huo Jingbo sneered, as if she had asked a very ridiculous question.

He leaned lazily against the chair, his slender fingers casually tapping the table, his eyes were aggressive and cold.

Instead of answering, he asked, "What else? Or do you think I should come back and have a love affair with you?"