The president bans love: the substitute lady is a paparazzi

Chapter 134 Chapter 150

Duanmu Rui frowned!Is this woman really going to risk her life to escape from herself? !Don't even want to give him a chance to explain? !If he was sentenced to death in this way, then, what is the difference between her and a murderer!She didn't know that without her, Duan Murui himself would not have the courage to live.

"Come back with me, and I'll return the things to you."

After Duanmurui finished speaking lightly, Xia Yan's eyes changed from anxiety to surprise, and then slowly, he calmed down.

The car was driving on the asphalt road.

This road carries their joys, sorrows, joys, joys and sorrows.It looks very dark today.

Xia Yan sat beside her and bowed her head in silence.Duanmu Rui also looked at her without saying a word, as if he wanted to see through her.

Xia Yan knew that such silence was nothing more than acquiescence, and that she was Xia Yan by default.

thing…

Finally lost to him.Because of those things, Xia Yan might never forget them for the rest of his life.

She will not forget!Because only by remembering can there be hatred and fear!Only then will she know what kind of person she can't provoke!

The car drove into the big iron gate, Xia Yan sat in the car and did not move for a long time.

Should I get off?

She is afraid!After all, here, with all her pain.

The child died inexplicably, the husband cheated...

Finally, she got out of the car.I can't resist the temptation.

The uncle housekeeper stood outside the door and greeted Duanmurui as usual.When he saw the people getting out of the car, he thought he was dazzled several times.

"Young...Young Madam!" The old man's trembling tears overflowed his eyes.

Xia Yan was silent, and could only bow to the housekeeper, as a reward for his care for her earlier.

Under Duanmu Rui's guidance, Xia Yan entered the newly furnished storage room.

Cartoon walls, beautiful lights, and even the windows are planted with dills.Turn this modest storage room into a baby's room.

In the center is a small bed painted white.Xia Yan remembered that at that time, she had stained her face, but she was very happy.She's not a professional so the paint was uneven, thicker on the east side and thinner on the west side, but luckily she got them done anyway.

The bed was covered with a pretty little quilt, which was obviously put on by someone later.

Xia Yan's eye sockets were moist, she touched the crib tremblingly, a little breathless heartache.

Until I took out that growth diary.

She couldn't bear it anymore, leaned against the bed, sat down, and burst into tears.

One year, long or short, she thought she was strong enough to forget this pain.However, the fact is not the case.Her wound was just a scar, and it didn't hurt anymore, but she couldn't hold back and tear it open again.

Seeing her crying terribly, the uncle housekeeper was even more indescribably sad. He looked at Duanmurui excitedly: "Young Master! It's really Young Madam!"

Duan Murui walked in, hugged her in his arms, tears flowed from his eyes at the same time.

Half of it is the grief of the past, and the other half is the joy of her return.

For the first time, he knew thanks.Thank goodness for giving him another chance!If she is really gone, then he will die of depression!

"Bastard!" Xia Yan cried, pushed Duan Murui away, and slapped him hard.

She collapsed and took two steps back, shaking her head and shouting: "Why! Why! Why are you doing this to me!"

Duanmurui was suddenly hit by that slap, and was stunned for three seconds, quickly reacting, and forced her into his arms again: "I'm sorry...I'm sorry Xiaoyan! You listen to my explanation! Can you give me a chance to explain? I beg you! I beg you!"

(End of this chapter)