Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

At this moment, she is a little sad. If she is good enough, can she have such a man?

She leaned on his shoulder and held his waist nervously with her hands in a low voice: "I'm very bad, and I'm vain to do bad things, but I have never betrayed myself! Rong Yue I am still clean."

After speaking, she raised her head and kissed him.

Rong Yue had never done this before, he froze for a moment, and looked at her with his eyes lowered...

Ai Mengmeng was a little timid. She was afraid that he would refuse, so she looked at him with her eyes open.

There is innocence in her eyes, just like she had just arrived in City B from her hometown, very innocent.

Rong Yue was kissed passively, after a long time his hand finally held her shoulder——

(Ten thousand words are omitted here...)

When Rong Yue woke up, it was already afternoon.

He sat up from the bed, scratched his hair, the place beside him was empty.

His gaze was a little startled, and finally he took two long slender hairs on the pillow...It was left by Ai Mengmeng, and Rong Yue placed it under the light for a long time.

Then he saw that the card he gave her was placed on the bedside, lying quietly.

Rong Yue took the phone, dialed her cell phone, and it was turned off.

He called again several times, all turned off, and at night, it was turned off.

After so many days, he was sure that she abandoned this number, so that he could not find it.

Later, Rong Yue had no girlfriend.

He remembered that early morning between him and Ai Mengmeng, until the afternoon, she was the first time.

He doesn't know if he has been single, is it waiting for her.

He has looked for her, where she lived, where she used to go, and even sometimes saw similar figures on the streets, but it was never her.

Ai Mengmeng seemed to have disappeared from this world. Rong Yue learned to drink and smoke until he went to a hospital before deciding to quit.

He Huan went to see him with Yihuan, looking at him, "Rong Yue?"

Rong Yue looked at her and smiled faintly, "I'm fine."

He beckoned to Yihuan: "Children."

Yi Huan also liked him very much, because Uncle Rong Yue was handsome, probably because of his clean temperament, he looked younger than a mature man like Qin Mo, and he was indeed a few years younger.

This is the pain in Qin's heart.

Yi Huan leaned on Rong Yue, and smiled on her chubby little face: "I will marry Uncle Rong Yue from now on."

He Huan covered his eyes, unable to look directly.

And Rong Yue smiled lightly: ‘There may be no way to achieve it. Uncle has a favorite girl. ’

"Is Yihuan cute?" Xiao Yihuan asked milkily, blinking her shiny eyes.

Rong Yue smiled gently, reaching out his hand to remove the little guy's little head, "Yi Huan grew more prettier than her."

The child Qin Yihuan tilted his head and thought for a while, "Although you lied to me, Uncle, I believe it."

Rong Yue looked at He Huan, and He Huan squeezed out a smile: ‘She inherits Qin Mo more. ’

Where was she so bad when she was a child?

Yi Huan said with a milky voice: "No, I heard Grandma Lan say that my name Qin Yihuan means He Huan, Qin Mo's lover, so I am more like a mother."

This explanation is convincing.

He Huan smiled, helpless.

Rong Yue stretched out his hand and pinched the little guy's nose, "Your grandma Lan is right."

He smiled at He Huan again, He Huan was uncomfortable...