Ex-husband proposes again

Chapter 578 Come to ask for a child...

Su Hongxing didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Little Pudding is her heart and soul, and she can't lose this child again if she loses anything.In the past few years, she lived on thin ice, and she didn't even dare to let her daughter call her mother in public, because Ye Qilan was on guard.

That night Su Hongxing didn't sleep much, as long as she fell asleep, it would be the bleak scene of Ye Qilan snatching Little Pudding.

Early the next morning, when she saw the haggard Su Hongxing, Mrs. Jiang was terrified: "What's wrong with you?"

Su Hongxing was seriously depressed, "Grandma, I have something to do, so I won't have breakfast."

"It's only seven o'clock, where are you going..." When Mrs. Jiang chased her out, she found that Su Hongxing had already walked away quickly.

What's wrong with this child, he didn't return all night the day before yesterday, and he didn't rest well last night, did something serious happen?

Mrs. Jiang actually knew that Su Hongxing had many things hidden in her heart, but she didn't want to tell her that she hadn't been close to her since she was a child.

She ignored Su Hongxing for those years because of Jiang Su, maybe she can never make up for it...

Su Hongxing went to the public phone booth and called Aunt Lan.

The call was answered quickly, and Aunt Lan said that she arrived in Taicheng last night.But because it was too late, I decided to go to Ye Qilan's important person today.

When Su Hongxing heard this, her hanging heart finally fell to the ground.

She had a little breakfast outside and arrived at the company early.At 08:30 in the morning, she received another call from Ye Xiandong.

This time she did not refuse to listen again, she said in a deep voice: "Ye Xiandong, I promise to cooperate with you, you wait for my news. Don't call me again during this time!"

Ye Xiandong was both surprised and delighted, "Are you serious?"

"If you don't believe me, why bother to ask me to cooperate?" Su Hongxing replied mockingly.

Ye Xiandong thinks this is the truth.

Recently, Ye's stock price has been falling repeatedly, and he can't hold his head up in front of all the directors.In addition, Mr. Ye is also putting pressure on him, if he can't give Ye Qilan a little color, it will be difficult to get rid of the bad breath in his heart.

After Su Hongxing hung up the phone, her eyes flickered slightly.

Ye Xiandong asked her to cooperate?Even Fu Yan said she was vicious, but Ye Xiandong was really not afraid of death and dared to send her to her door.

Not long after, Ye Qilan took Little Pudding's little hand out of the elevator.

The two father and daughter walked in unison, walking towards Su Hongxing in a tacit understanding.

Su Hongxing watched the cute little guy stepping towards her, and it was very difficult for her to look away.

Soon Little Pudding threw himself into her arms, hugged her arms and acted cutely: "Mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom..."

Su Hongxing's stiff expression was a bit unstoppable, at this moment Little Pudding resorted to his killer move: "Mom, I love you so much."

Ye Qilan watched Su Hongxing's tangled expression from the side.

Little Pudding is much more lethal than him.Once this guy is cute, even Su Hongxing's hard heart will soften.

He was hesitating whether to follow the example of Little Pudding, and leaned forward to kiss Su Hongxing with a shameless face...

While Ye Qilan was flirting with Su Hongxing, a blissful middle-aged woman got out of the elevator and asked loudly, "Who is Mr. Fu Yan?!"

This woman is Aunt Lan.

"Auntie, how did you come up here?" Li Yan saw Aunt Lan and quickly stopped her.

The reason why Aunt Lan was able to come here unimpeded was, of course, because Su Hongxing had greeted the front desk in advance.

"You don't care how I got here, I'm here to find our little pudding." Aunt Lan said, her eyes lit up and she saw little pudding.

　Ahhh, it's the last day of this month, and the goblins who have monthly tickets voted quickly, and it will be cleared tomorrow, which is a waste of time.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)