How can the president be fierce

Chapter 2691 Sweet marriage 1253 Is she your daughter?

Deng Meng closed her eyes and ignored him.

The phone dinged, and a text message came in.

She took it out slowly, and opened it. It was a string of familiar and unfamiliar phone numbers, with only a few short words written on it.

—Come see me off at the airport.

Come see me off at the airport.

Through the screen with his thumb, he caressed the seven understated characters word by word, as if he could still see a handsome face and his alluring smile.

The eyes gradually became a little blurred, and I couldn't tell the sadness.

"Who's texting?"

Beside her, a man's cold voice came, and she came back to her senses, pressed the home button to return to the main page, and threw the phone back into her pocket: "Spam messages."

Ji Shengbai glanced at her thoughtfully, his eyes were somewhat probing and sharp.

Deng Meng closed her eyes and continued to knock her head against the car window, closing her eyes and resting her mind.

But those short words are all in my mind.

Come see me off at the airport...

Like poison soaked in honey, the heartbeat at the beginning of the meeting caused her mother's unbearable memories for so many years, caused her loneliness and hatred for so many years, caused her miscarriage, caused her His reputation was ruined, his parents were imprisoned, and his final departure from home.

It was her misfortune to meet him.

Meeting her was also the greatest misfortune of his life.

……

Time passed by minute by minute.

Deng Meng didn't know what time his flight was, maybe he had already left, or maybe he hadn't left, but it didn't make any difference to her.

I won't go to the airport, and I don't want to see him for the last time.

It's not because I still hate him for causing her miscarriage, but I think it's unnecessary. We have known each other for so many years, and we only had sweetness in the first one or two years. After so many years, we have experienced so many things. It has been polished, even if I remember it, I don't feel much.

Since there is nothing to remember, there is no need to meet again, which will only increase the embarrassment.

6 pm.

The phone rang again.

Still a text message, still the same number, this time only two short words plus a punctuation mark—Xiaomeng...

Deng Meng glanced at it, fell silent, deleted the text message, and continued to change clothes.

10 pm.

The phone rang for the third time, and it was still a text message, still the same number, this time it was no longer brief—Xiaomeng, he sold Vivienne, if you can, help me save her, Xiaomeng, she really gave her You like it as much as a mother.

He sold Vivian! ! !
Deng Meng suddenly stood up from the bed, opened her eyes wide and looked at that sentence over and over again until her whole body was as cold as ice.

Holding the phone, he ran all the way downstairs, bumping into Ji Shengbai who was pushing the door.

"Where's Vivian? Where did you send Vivian?!"

She rushed in front of him in three steps at a time, holding his suit tightly with both hands, and asked excitedly: "Ji Shengbai, where did you send Vivian?!"

This was the first time she looked at him with such an almost crazy expression, her eyes were full of shock and anger.

The man lowered his eyes, raised her chin with his long fingers, and stared at her pale face from top to bottom with his fickle gaze: "Is she your daughter?"

"She is only 7 years old!! Do you know what 7 years old is? Her life has just begun!! How can you? Ji Shengbai, are you crazy?!"

The fingers holding his arm unconsciously exerted force, almost pinching into the muscles of his arm.

(End of this chapter)