Husband asks for forgiveness: three-year-old baby is tough on wife

That voice was indeed ambiguous. If Bai Anyuan hadn't behaved better, she would have left long ago.

"I'm sorry, I don't believe it. After all... you can go to An Yuan's room and wait for him to make a fuss on my phone, so that your plot will succeed. But I'm not stupid enough to believe this."

Luo Xia said lightly, trying to gain some confidence.

Now she is the real card, but Liu Chu, who is mistress, is still a vixen who specializes in tearing down people's happiness?

"You are wrong, I really have that kind of relationship with him! Qiao Luoxia, you can't think of it, right? I live near An Yuan's company, and he will come to me when he has time at work..."[

Liu Chu smiled ambiguously, "Don't you believe it? Hehe, An Yuan is a smart man, so naturally he won't let you see it."

Luo Xia frowned, this mistress is really ruthless.

An Yuan was so busy in the company that he said he went to find her?

Moreover, he went home for dinner at noon, and had to make out with her almost every night. It is impossible for a man who steals food outside to have such energy.

"Liu Chu, don't call me anymore, I don't like to hear your voice, I trust him, thank you!"

Luo Xia didn't want to listen to Liu Chu's words anymore, so he hung up the phone.

"Laoxia, come here, the desserts made by your mother Zhang are really good!"

Ying Jing waved her hand over there, just as Luo Xia was about to trot over, the phone vibrated again.

Annoyed, I was about to turn it off, but what I saw was a multimedia message.

While accepting it, Luo Xia was startled, ignored it, and ran over to have dessert with Ying Jing and the others.

After Ying Jing and Si Tian left together, Luo Xia took out his mobile phone out of boredom, turned it on, and for a moment, he was stunned on the spot.

Half of the ice cream in my hand fell to the ground, stained with sand.

There is a small area in the garden that is paved with sand. The fine sand is very comfortable to step on. The baby will come here to sit and sit every night.

Luo Xia's face was pale and his breathing was short of breath.

That multimedia message was sent by Liu Chu.

It was a somewhat blurry photo, a photo of men and women entangled together.

"If you want to see more, go to your mailbox to see, there will be more evidence that I am with him."

Liu Chu's postscript was like a thorn, piercing Xia Xia's heart very anxiously and painfully, she stood there with the hot sun shining on her face.