Chapter 1024: Who are you?

"I taught my sister, family affairs, Mr. Dongfang to intervene?" White lightly raised his eyebrows.
It seems that this man did not figure out who he really loved.
The child who is so dangerous, must disappear immediately.
Oriental 珏 can completely belong to Xiaoyan.
She is a sister, of course, to help her sister.
For the oriental cockroach, Bai Xiaoyan is satisfied, and it is worthy of a small shackle.
Therefore, absolutely no one can let anyone it.
The East is not talking.
He just saw that Xiaoxiao was not very comfortable in his heart.
But Xiao Yan’s words are indeed inadequate.
Not far away, Yuan Huanchen gave a thumbs up to the white light.
Haha, she always wanted to do something, her dear Yan Yan helped her.
Yonago is owing to clean up.
Cheng Zimo slowly released Yuan Huanchen and said: "Hurry, can we find a place to talk about?"
Yuan Huanchen nodded happily: "Okay."
Yonko slaps, and Yuan Huanchen is very happy.
Then, she took Cheng Ziming to the courtyard of Xiaoyanglou, which was white and light.
Luo Wei and Si Yuan did not know when the whites were coming back, so they took lunch with two little guys.
When Yuan Huanchen took Cheng Ziming to the past, the two were swinging in the yard.
Gu Nianbai sat, Oriental ink was pushing her, and the two laughed.
"Cheng Shushu?" Seeing Cheng Ziming, Oriental ink has some accidents.
"Ink." Cheng Ziming decapitated. "Can you go in and play with the little girl for a while? I have something to say in the morning."
"Oh, okay." Oriental ink points a little head.
He pulled the swing: "In vain, let's go in and play."
Gu Nianbai looked at Yuan Huanchen and saw Yuan Huanchen nod to her. She followed.
The two sat down on the wicker chair under the big tree.
Yuan Huanchen's attitude is casual. She is really hungry. She grabs the cakes on the table and eats it with a small mouth and mouth, regardless of Cheng Ziming.
Cheng Ziming was very nervous, sweating in his palm, and he looked at Yuan Huanchen close to his lips.
After she finished one, she poured herself a cup of flower tea, drank two, and picked up one to continue eating.
Cheng Ziming had a full story, and she seemed to be hungry. He said: "Otherwise, let's go to dinner first, and then we will talk after lunch?"
Yuan Huanchen looked up at him and swallowed the food in his mouth. He said, "Go eat now, can you eat it?"
"But you are hungry."
Yuan Huanchen whispered: "Nothing, where can I be hungry in the division, you say."
She has nothing to say to him.
"Hurry, have you been doing well in the past few years?" Cheng Ziming looked at her deeply, and there was a thousand words in his heart, but he could not find a clue. In the end, he became this sentence.
Yuan Huanchen nodded with a sigh of relief: "Well, I am fine."
I ate two and felt that I was not so hungry. She clapped her hands and looked up at Cheng Ziming: "You want to ask me such a boring question?"
In the tone, with some impatience.
"Do you hate me?" Cheng Ziming looked at her deeply.
He has fantasized about countless times. If he sees her again, he must whisper and explain to her.
It’s not that he is jealous, nor that he doesn’t love her, but that the East is more important to him than his blood relatives.
It is indeed his incompetence to grievance her.
But he is not a god, can she accept his only mistake?
Those words were in the throat, and he said no.
auzw.com From the eyes of Yuan Huanchen, he saw indifference, saw alienation, and knew that he would explain nothing to no avail.
Yuan Huanchen reached out and curled his hands, his palms held his head, and looked at Cheng Ziming with interest: "Who are you, me? Why should I hate you?"
Cheng Zi is fiercely like a person who is knocking on his head with a wooden stick, his brain creaking and unable to think, so he looks at Yuan Huanchen, just like a fool.
Yuan Huanchen shrugged: "Since you have nothing to ask, then I will go back."
Said, she stood up.
Cheng Ziming grasped her wrist: "Happy morning, child? What about our children?"
Yuan Huanchen looked at him ridiculously: "What do you think?"
"You" Cheng Ziming's lips are shaking, "You, did?"
Yuan Huanchen opened his hand and pulled his lips: "Yes, you know me very well."
Cheng Ziming’s eyes were red, and the bottom of his eyes was full of pain. He fixedly looked at her.
Yuan Huanchen gave him a look and turned and left.
Although Cheng Ziming knew the answer long ago, listening to Yuan Huanchen’s mouth was such an ending, and his heart was still so painful that he could not breathe.
He stood under the big tree, and the whole person was like a point of acupuncture. He didn't move, even his eyes didn't blink.
Gu Nianbai in the room saw the scene here. She said: "They seem to quarrel."
Oriental ink rushed out and grabbed Cheng Ziming's finger: "Cheng Shushu, are you okay?"
Cheng Ziming looked at him low, and his tears slid down from the corner of his eye. He wanted to say that he was fine. He was like a cotton plug in his throat, and he couldn’t make a sound at all.
Oriental ink was shocked: "Uncle Cheng, are you crying?"
Cheng Zijing turned his head and wiped the tears in his eyes with his hands. He tried very hard to find his voice: "No, my eyes hurt."
"Then you sit down, the ink helps you blow." Oriental ink said.
Gu Nianbai came over and pulled the hand of Oriental ink and took him back.
"Uncle Cheng is very sad, I want to comfort him." Oriental ink went back to see Cheng Ziming.

Hey!
Gu Nianbai whispered.
He needs quiet now.

"Hey." Oriental ink points a little head, followed by Gu Nianbai.
Yuan Huanchen returned to the main building.
Bai Qingyan waited for them.
She walked back with a sigh of relief: "Hungry, eat?"
Bai Yanyan glanced behind her.
Empty and empty.
"Zi Ming?" Dongfang stood up and asked.
"I don't know." Yuan Huanchen shrugged.
She sat down and pulled up the white light: "Go, eat."
Bai Yanyan went to the restaurant with her.
Gu Yuzhi is behind them.
The Oriental Dragonfly turned to find Cheng Ziming.
Fortunately, the main building and the white house are not far from the small building, did not take a few steps, the Oriental 珏 see the Cheng Ziming under the tree.
He sat there with no expression and his eyes were red.
The Eastern Dragonfly quickly walked over and took his shoulder.
Cheng Ziming did not respond.
Dongfang asked: "What did you say to her?"
"The child is gone." Cheng Zijing turned to look at the East.
The east squatted, half a squat, and he vomited a few words in his thin lips: "Improved IQ."
Cheng Ziming: ""
"You haven't seen you for a few years. You asked her child the first time? Do you care about the child or her? It was your fault."
The Oriental cockroach suddenly had nothing to say, he patted the shoulders of Cheng Ziming, no longer saying much.
Cheng Ziming’s head was sober, and he looked at the back of the Eastern Dragonfly and smiled.