MTL - The Problem with Marrying Rich: Out of the Way, Ex-Chapter 32 : Children without dad
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Night city, a central building.
It was late at night and many floors were dark, but one of the offices on the 28th floor was always on.
The man was sitting on the custom-made leather transfer, holding a plan in his hand. His expression was serious, his eyebrows were tight, his handsome face was indifferent to ordinary people. His dark eyes were always staring at the plan, and from time to time he held a pen to draw something on it.
The mobile phone on the office desk made continuous sounds. But he didn't even look at it.
He was sitting alone in the office to work overtime, and all the employees went home to rest, only him here.
He works like a spinning top, no matter day or night.
The man who sent him a message finally couldn't help, he called over a phone, and when he was connected, he simply said, "I won't go home today and sleep in the company." The other person said a word.
He reached into his pocket, and again he took a small photo from it. The photo was of a beautiful woman. The woman was not so beautiful, but the smile on the corner of her mouth was very sweet. Women are not so temperament, but they are exuding gentleness and gentleness.
(Yan Yan, would you miss me?)
He suddenly stroked his chest, and there was a pain there again. I don't know when it started, and his chest hurts from time to time.
Picking up the phone again, he suddenly quit his WeChat and logged in to another account, sending an expression to the only "friend" in the account.
A smiling expression.
There was a reply soon.
"Anything? Xiaomin."
He pouted and smiled bitterly, and seemed to be thinking about something in his head, and then returned a message to the other party.
"Hello, young lady, Mr. Mo asked me to send you something. Can you send me the address?"
"What is it?" The other asked.
"It's something you left at home, clothes, shoes, bags, etc. Mr. Mo forbids us to throw it away and lets me send it to you."
"You lost those things, if you and Kobayashi like it, you can wear it, I don't want it anymore."
The man sighed coldly without asking what he wanted to know. But he didn't give up. Then send:
"Mrs. Young, please help me. These days you left, Mr. Mo has been unhappy and has a cold face to me and Kobayashi, because I gave you the car key that day and you hate me if you don't want him. This thing can't be done well, Mr. Mo will fire me. "
The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be thinking about it. It took a long time to come back with a message:
"Unit 702, Unit 6, Building 6, Qingcheng Yayuan, XX Avenue, Chenxi District, Shenzhen"
When he saw this message, what flashed in the eyes of the man, but only momentarily, the message on the screen was withdrawn by the other party, and the address of another collection station was sent.
But he kept staring down at the screen.
And on the other end of the phone.
He Xiyan was sitting alone on the bedside, she kept drawing with a pencil, and after a while she drew a simple pencil drawing.
The picture shows a woman playing with a baby on a piece of grass. The baby in the picture is very small and seems to be learning to walk. The woman wore a white dress with a happy smile on the corner of her mouth.
Putting down the picture book, she stroked her abdomen unnaturally, but she did not smile as happily as the woman in the picture.
(Baby, do you know? Because you are late, you have no father.)
She muttered to herself, still unable to bear the figure of that man in her mind.
(Yixuan, you see, our marriage ended without waiting for the arrival of the child. If one day you see our child, will you also have a little regret for the previous choice. But I am Afraid you took him away, afraid you took my only loved one. So, sorry, I can't tell you his existence.)
