Daddy, Pursue Mommy Quickly

Hearing this, sang Shijun's eyes suddenly sank, and his whole body breath was like a thousand year old cold pool.

"Just..."

"Just what?" At the moment, sang Shijun can't be described with vinegar jar. He is just like a demon who wants to destroy the heaven and the earth. He just wants to wipe out his eyesore and make no residue left.

Xia Bing hesitated for a moment and shook his head: "nothing. By the way, what was the final result of the game? "

See Xia Bing don't want to say, sang Shijun also not good thick cheek to ask.

He pretended to be calm and said: "originally you were the champion, but because you temporarily withdrew from the competition, the jury voted again. The final winner was a designer named Ye Ling."

Smell speech, summer ice sighs ground shake head.

It was now a foregone conclusion, and it was useless for her to regret it any more.

But the final champion is Ye Ling, which also makes her heart have a little comfort.

Although she did not win the championship, but at least the other side is also their favorite designer.

Xia Bing hides the inner regret, in the small apartment, the father and son are well entertained.

During the whole process, Xia Yanyou did not say a word, and the whole person was still immersed in the deep guilt of his mother.

When father and son leave, Xia Yanyou takes advantage of Xia Bing's inattention to slip out and catch up with Sang Shijun.

"Uncle sang, wait a minute!"

Clear and tender voice came, looking back to see is Xia Yanyou chase out, sang Shijun some surprised: "Yan you?"

Xia Yanyou ran to Sang Shijun and gasped slightly. He frowned and asked, "Uncle sang, can you do me a favor?"

"Oh? What's up? "

Xia Yanyou bit his lip and said, "Uncle Xu came back this time to take his mother back to London. But I don't want him to take mom away

"Oh?" Sang Shijun picked up his eyebrows and said, "what do you mean?"

"Do you have any way to ask Uncle Xu not to take his mother away?"

Sang Shijun's narrow eyes flashed a touch of softness, with a smile in the corner of his eyes.

He touched Xia Yanyou's small head: "don't worry, even if you don't look for me, I'm ready to solve this matter."

Smell speech, Xia Yanyou's eyes a bright, black pupil flicker in the glimmer of hope.

In the morning of the next day, the morning sun dyed the sky of morning light golden, and the stars were covered up a little bit.

Xu ang, wearing a well-dressed windbreaker, comes to Xia Bing's apartment downstairs.

With the ring he didn't give out yesterday, he took a look at the small mirror he carried with him, and made a little appearance.

In addition to bringing Xia Bing back to London, he also had the determination to marry Xia Bing back.

Long ago, he also felt that Xia Bing had promised him, but

After a pause, Xu ang sighed a little.

But at the moment is in China, he wants to take advantage of such a good opportunity to take Xia Bing.

Straightening his back and taking a deep breath, Xu ang went to the apartment with full spirit.

However, just a few steps away, there came a man who was a head higher than him and blocked his way.

He is tall and slender. He exudes a strong awe inspiring smell from the superior. His narrow eyes are cold and sharp, his nose is high and straight, his facial lines are firm and gloomy, and his jaw line is tight.

"You..." Xu ang was stunned.

The first moment also a face of indifference and alienation of Sang Shijun, the next moment revealed a seemingly gentle smile.