I don't want a second-hand man: my wife turns over

"It's funny. Since Mr. Gao doesn't want children, why does Mr. Gao think I'm lying?"

Gao Ce's whole body tensed up, his expression ice-cold.

There was still a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "So it's like this, that's the best, I don't want to be like the old man, abandoning my wife and son!"

Li slowly closed his eyes, feeling sad for a while, not knowing whether he was sad for that child or for himself.

Gao Ce's expression was still gloomy, as if he had already thought of all the conversation just now. [

So, I didn't want to talk nonsense anymore, I took out the agreement I had prepared long ago, and threw it to Li Huanhuan.

He said lightly: "Sign, since you have no children, then sign, your children will not have any qualifications to receive the property of the Gao family!"

Li slowly looked at the densely packed words on the black and white paper.

The head is a little swollen.

But there is no motivation to look at those contents carefully.

He raised his head very quietly, smiled, took the pen beside him, and quickly signed his name.

Ugly font.

I haven't studied much, and I haven't learned much.

Naturally, the words she wrote were hopelessly ugly.

Compared with Gao Ce's flying fonts, it is an ugly duckling.

It's like comparing the lives of two people.

This is the most realistic.

In reality, the ugly duckling will never become a swan in his life.

Gao Ce thought that the woman would cry at him, beg, or ask him to give her a sum of money.

After all, he also heard from Xiao Zeyang that her life was not good.

However, Dudu did not expect that the woman would be so quiet and sign so obediently.

With a sour mouth, Gao Ce said after a long time: "You don't want something?"

"What do you want?" Li slowly glanced over his head, his fingers gently grasping the skirt of his clothes.

As if trying to suppress his tension. [

He looked at Gao Ce lightly for a long time before speaking softly again.

"What do you want? If you really want it, I was pregnant with your child three years ago... >