He suddenly felt a little nostalgic and didn't want to let go, but his tone was still vicious: "If you refuse, I have some ways to make you never see your son in your life."

She finally collapsed on the sofa, looking at him with a gaze as cold as broken ice. Before he could turn around, he heard her low voice, three short but powerful words: "I agree."

A smile seemed to rise on his mouth, but he turned around and soon disappeared.

He said: "I'm going to pick a wedding dress in the afternoon, so you can try it."

"I understand." She stood up and walked staggeringly towards the door. When she held her hand on the door handle, she finally couldn't help but curse: "Lei Yunze, you will regret it."

He turned his back to her, and didn't even dare to turn around and look at her. He already regretted it, but other than that, he had no reason to keep her.

He knew that he could not do it, and he didn't even dare to face his sincerity, but it would be better to let him be selfish. At least she was organized by the wedding himself. Thinking of this, maybe he wouldn't be so resentful of this wedding.

After lunch, Lei Yunze drove to the wedding shop with her in person.

She still had difficulty on her feet. He wanted to help her when she got off the elevator, but she silently refused. In the huge president-specific elevator, they each occupied two distant corners at the farthest distance, and they were silently silent to each other.

After taking a shower, Ye Shaoqian ordered hotel service and ordered a Italian steak for himself. He could not raise his appetite by facing the table full of flowers.

He put down his knife and fork and poured himself a glass of red wine. The wine was filled with sorrow and bitter taste.

He remembered that Xiaobei said she wanted to eat hairy crabs last night. Looking at the wall clock, it was almost a little bit. She seemed to be discharged from the hospital today.

He put down his cup and was about to get up, but then he thought that the person would pick her up and discharge her from the hospital. After all, they... As soon as he thought of the truth, his heart would contract and hurt. He grabbed the fork and forked the steak into his mouth.

The smell was chewing wax. He took a few bites absent-mindedly and started looking for his cell phone... Damn, there was no power. He called Assistant Huang on the guest room phone and asked him to go to the bar last night to drive the car. He ate a few more bites, put on his coat and started walking downstairs.

Assistant Huang was very efficient. When he arrived downstairs, he happened to see his Maybach. Assistant Huang got out of the driver's seat, and Ye Shaoqian happened to sit in it and was stopped by him: "Young Master, you're drinking, let me drive it."

He shook his head: "It's okay, just a little red wine."

In fact, he got drunk last night and still had a headache.

He drove the car onto the north-south elevated road, and got off the intersection at Shanghai First People's Hospital. Unexpectedly, he encountered a traffic jam as soon as he got off the elevated road. He was impatient and pulled out a bottle of mineral water from the side and poured it down.

As I was drinking, my eyes glanced out of the car window and suddenly saw a pair of familiar backs descending from the sidewalk and walking towards a wedding shop.

Ye Shaoqian seemed to be choking by water and coughed repeatedly, but he was like a possession, lying on the window and staring at the two people...

One is his second brother who has been playing with since childhood, and he is very familiar with it.

The other is a woman who tangles in his heart, making him feel pain to the extreme but can't bear to forget...

He felt that tears were about to cough out, and he was rushing to open the car window, his eyes were almost cracked, and he stared at the backs tightly.

Her feet were not healed yet, and she limped when walking. Lei Yunze leaned against her, not far or near. She tried to help her several times, but she didn't stretch out her hand. Then, when she arrived at the door of the wedding shop, the waiter inside enthusiastically opened the door and greeted them. The two walked in together.

The traffic gradually became scattered, but he was still parked in his original place, and his mind was spinning, all of which were echoing what he heard in the hospital last night:

Xia Nan is my son and the president...

Xia Nan is...

He suddenly leaned his head back and sat upright on the chair. He looked up and stared at the flashing indicator light in front of him, feeling the hot and itchy face on his face, and some liquid was crawling across his cheekbones.

"Xia...Xiao...Bei..."

He chanted the name lightly in his mouth, as if some mantra was low and shallow, a little weird, and it seemed that it was wrong to recite it.

At this time, a traffic policeman walked towards him. Because his stay had already caused the entire road to be blocked, the car behind him kept honking his horn to express his dissatisfaction.

The traffic police shouted to him through the rolling window: "Sir, please show your driver's license..."

He turned his head, his eyes red, embarrassed, and haggard.

The traffic police were stunned: "Sir, do you need any help?"

His lips squirmed a few times, his voice was hoarse, and the traffic police didn't hear it clearly, so he asked again: "...what did you say?"

"mine……"

"ah……"

"It's mine!" He suddenly roared, and the blue veins on his handsome face burst out, and he burst into anger, and he repeatedly emphasized: "She is mine! It's mine!"

The little traffic policeman was so scared that his face turned pale. He took a step back and forgot what to say.
Chapter completed!