Wife in a flash marriage: Mr. President, please divorce

Chapter 648 Five Years Later

Five years later.

On the streets of London, at a bus stop, a little boy was carrying a big schoolbag, as if he had just returned from school, and was standing at the bus stop waiting for the bus.

And there happened to be a traffic light ahead, and a black Rolls Royce was parked on the side of the road waiting for the red light.

Ye Tingchen closed the file, pinched the center of his brows, and suddenly saw the boy at the bus stop, his body trembled violently...

The little boy was standing in the crowd, holding a big black umbrella that was nearly as tall as himself, and carrying a big blue schoolbag, and he was dressed cleanly, with a white top and black shorts.

His eyes were very clean, staring straight ahead, quietly waiting for the bus to arrive.

At this moment, the green light turned on, and Chen Luo was about to drive, but he stopped him.

"Stop."

"Sir..." He was a little puzzled. They rushed back to the company to sign a contract, and now it was almost too late.

"Pull over," he ordered.

Although Chen Luo was puzzled, he didn't say much, and pulled over to stop the car.

Ye Tingchen got out of the car and walked towards the bus stop sign. Chen Luo couldn't help looking at it curiously, and then widened his eyes in surprise.

The little boy has delicate eyebrows, and his palm-sized face has not yet fully opened, but his eyebrows can already see his husband's past demeanor, but they are not so sharp. The soft eyebrows and graceful temperament make him look very gentle.

This...is a little boy who looks exactly like his husband?

God, what did his husband do, could it be possible that he still has an affair?
At this moment, Ye Tingchen had already arrived at the bus stop, a bus drove over, the little boy got on the bus with an umbrella, and Ye Tingchen also caught up with him in a strange way.

After getting in the car, the little boy walked to the back, then sat by the window, looking out the window.

His eyes were cold and stubborn, like a small animal, he was full of vigilance to protect himself, holding the umbrella tightly with both hands, and sat motionless in his position.

Ye Tingchen couldn't help but want to get closer, because there was something familiar about this child.

"What's your name?" He finally couldn't hold back.

Hearing this, the little boy noticed that there was a person sitting beside him. The moment he saw Ye Tingchen, he was slightly surprised because the two people were somewhat similar.

However, he soon regained his composure, which was unique among his peers.

He glanced lightly, then retracted his gaze, which clearly said "Who are you? Do I know you very well? You can speak as soon as you ask me to speak?"

Full of pride and indifference.

Seeing this scene, Ye Tingchen was not only not angry, but raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

The moment he raised it, he was slightly surprised.

Because...he hasn't smiled for a long time, since she left, he hasn't smiled again, and he doesn't know how to survive these years, a person is like a walking dead.

Unexpectedly, now he actually smiled?
He couldn't help being even more curious about who this child was and why he was so similar to him.

Apart from Le Yan'er, he has no other women in his life. This can't be his child, but Ye Anjue's?

He is somewhat similar to Ye Anjue, and this boy has gentle eyebrows and a delicate face, without a masculine aura that is too tough.

It is very possible to think so.

Ye Anjue left after that year, and he finally got rid of this family, so he never wanted to appear in front of others with the identity of "Second Young Master".

"Is your father's name Ye Anjue?" he asked.

The boy didn't even look at it, and still ignored it.

Was such an indifferent child really taught by Ye Anjue?
He suddenly expressed doubts.

My heart, which had been silent for a long time, somehow woke up because of this child.

If his daughter was still alive, she would be this age by now.

He will wear a school uniform, carry a pink schoolbag, and braid a long braid on his head.He would hold her hand, cross the road, and pick her up at the school gate to go home.

These... all appeared in the dream.

In recent years, he has often dreamed that Le Yan'er is still there, playing with the children in the living room, while he is in the kitchen, looking back and smiling, preparing dinner for the family of three, waiting for him to carefully prepare and serve it out Then, they disappeared again.

short-lived.

He also woke up from his dream.

Therefore, seeing the child's eyes, they were extraordinarily cold and energetic, and he couldn't help but think that his little wife also looked like this.

It was rare for him to be patient and talked a lot, but the child didn't appreciate it at all.

The car stopped, the little boy got up and got out of the car, and he followed.

I saw him running to the gate of a community, and there happened to be a Chinese woman pushing a stroller at the gate, and she seemed to be taking a walk.

He walked over bouncingly, then took the woman's hand and said in proficient French: "Mom!"

Ye Tingchen stood where he was and did not step forward.

It turned out that he couldn't speak Chinese, no wonder he didn't answer all the way.

It doesn't look like Ye Anjue's child, it's just a coincidence that I imagined it.

He just missed Le Yan'er too much.

He looked back at Lu, with a bitter smile on his handsome face.

Unexpectedly... I have followed for so long, and now it is time to return to reality from the dream.

He took a deep look, then turned and left.

But at this moment, the Chinese woman looked surprised, and said quickly: "Did you recognize the wrong person? I'm not your mother. Are you lost?"

"Sorry, I admitted the wrong person. Goodbye, auntie." He said politely.

Then he turned around and looked at Ye Tingchen's leaving back. For some reason, the man's back seemed very sad, and he couldn't help but feel sad when he saw it.

Suddenly... I wanted to go up to comfort him.

Just then, the phone in his pocket rang, and he swipe to answer.

"Mommy." He called affectionately in Chinese.

"Wanwan, where are you? Why didn't I see you at the stop sign? Did you get on the wrong bus?" Le Yaner's rambling voice came over.

"I'll be right over, 10 minutes."

There was still one stop to go, so he walked very quickly. He didn't hang up the phone, and talked about the interesting things that happened to him today, with bright smiles in his eyes.

Le Yan'er also walked in his direction, saw her precious child, and frowned helplessly: "Where is the princess dress I bought for you? Why are you dressed like this again?"

Even though she is a little girl, she always dresses up as a boy, like a tomboy.

She hung up the phone, then stepped forward to take her things, and asked, "It's too courageous to go to the photography exhibition alone. What if I lose it?"

When she woke up in the morning, Le Wanwan was already gone, and she left a note saying that she wanted to see her photography exhibition, which made her worry terribly, and rushed over in a hurry.

(End of this chapter)