With that, Xia Zhengsong got up and left with a very ugly face.
Xia Xingcheng couldn't help being a little shocked, but he didn't stand up to keep him, but watched him leave so quietly.
Looking at Xia Zhengsong's back, which seemed to be more and more deserted, Xia Xingcheng's heart felt like a gust of cold wind.
Xia Zhengsong's reactions have been able to explain everything. It seems that this matter is not as simple as she imagined.
Mother's death must not be an accident! Xia Zhengsong must know something.
Even if she is going to leave the city, she must make it clear and never let her mother suffer injustice.
In this way, Xia Xing orange's face gradually became a little cold, and the whole person's face had a kind of hard color.
Once, she always thought that as long as she could keep a good heart, she would be able to be responded by others, but now, she can't think like this at all.
Because this matter has reached the point where she will be hurt even if she ignores it.
Mother has always been the best person for her, she must not let her mother suffer white injustice.
Not long after Xia Zhengsong left, Xia Xingcheng also left the restaurant.
Because she was not far from the hospital, she had intended to go home directly, but when she came to the door, she suddenly saw a familiar figure, Yunchen.
At this time, Yunchen was on the opposite side of the road. A subordinate stood by to open the door for him. He gently sat in the car and probably didn't find her.
Seeing that Yunchen is coming to the hospital, Xia Xingcheng can't help but be a little shocked. He can't help hiding his body in the dark.
At the same time, I can't help but be surprised. Why did Yunchen come to the hospital? Who did he come to see?
But these Xia Xing oranges are all incomprehensible. Her only surprise is why all things are so coincidental?
Is it really a coincidence or something else?
Xia Xing and orange are puzzled. They can only prepare to ask Yunchen in person when they go back.
However, people like Yunchen must not tell him easily.
What he will say is only the part he wants to tell himself, that's all.
When he went back, Xia Xingcheng's heart was so complicated that he was in a trance.
Yun Chen is sitting in the car, and a subordinate says gently to him: "Mr. Yun, our people have just seen Miss Xia in the hospital. She seems to have noticed you."
Cloud Chen not from tiny a Leng, the eye immediately flashed clear: "I know, as if did not find good."
"Now, go home."
Yunchen seems to have suddenly thought of something. He can't help telling.
When his subordinates heard the words, they immediately faced some difficulties: "Mr. Yun, there are still some things in the company waiting for you to deal with. Do you want us to go back to the company now?"
Yunchen was absorbed and gave a light look at the man. His eyes were cold and fierce. "How, what do I want to do now? Do I need to ask your opinion?"
The eyes, no reason to let the hands of a shake, but quickly nodded, so far in no more words.
But his drooping eyes can't help but quietly let out his emotions. As a subordinate, his heart is and surprised.
When will Mr. cloud be so sad about a woman's affairs? Even if he doesn't care about the company's affairs, he has to find the truth. It's just too unexpected.
Xia Xingcheng returns home with difficulty and sees Yunchen at the same time.
It's not dinner time at this time, which makes her a little surprised. "Yunchen, you came back early today."
Yunchen is smoking on the sofa at this time, but he doesn't say much.
Every time she saw Yunchen smoking, Xia Xingcheng would have an impulse to stay away from her. Plus that she is pregnant now, she dare not touch her.
Frowning at him, I was going to go upstairs directly. I was going to come back for a while, but I didn't expect that the person behind me gently called her, "Xia Xing orange, come and do it for a while."
Xia Xingcheng hears the words, and the steps of leaving are suddenly born there.
Do not want to go, but do not go is no way,.
So she can only hard scalp, turn around gently walked past, sat in the position opposite Yunchen.
At this time, Yunchen did not smoke any more, which made Xia Xingcheng's heart relieved.
Yunchen saw all her expressions and sighed: "don't worry, the child in your stomach is not mine, but I'm not vicious enough to hurt the child."
Xia Xingcheng suddenly looked up, some speechless looking at him, "you misunderstood, not only to hurt the children, but also to smoke.""Oh."
Yun Chen gave a little hum, but he didn't deny it. Obviously, he didn't want to do more communication on this matter.
But then she changed into a very ambiguous look and looked at her gently.
Shape seems to inadvertently say: "Xia Xing orange, do you know whose child Xiaobao is?"
Xia Xingcheng hears the words and is stunned slightly. He looks at him strangely: "Yunchen, what do you mean by saying this? Why did you suddenly ask about it?"
Yun Chen counsels his shoulder and refuses to say, "it's not interesting. I'm just curious. You've worked so hard with Xiaobao for so many years. Didn't you want to find his father?"
"Maybe his father is a rich man. Maybe he can give you everything your mother and son want."
The five-year event is destined to be an injury that can never be wiped out in his heart. When Xia Xingcheng thinks of it, he will feel a pain in his heart, and his face will be cold.
"It's been so long. I never wanted to find it. My life with Xiaobao is very peaceful and good. I feel very satisfied."
"What's more, five years ago was not the thing we both wanted to do. It's better not to meet each other. Don't you think it's the best respect not to disturb each other?"
Yunchen's eyes flashed clearly, and he couldn't help thinking. If Xia Xingcheng knew that Xiaobao's father was Sheng Yeling, what would it look like?
But he would never say it.
Because, say out, it is not fun, he will not complete Sheng yeting.
Things are really getting more and more interesting. He was lucky to participate in the event five years ago. It seems that he really needs to have a good time.
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