CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR: MIAOMIAN's fear

These four words are too strange for him, not to feel the kind of warmth of home.

He mercilessly seized together, dare not with his eyes.

From the time he was born, he had never been a family man, a father figure.

He took all his hatred of her mother and, with a terrible pain in his chest, turned and fled.

"Dad... : Is it really dad? " The Little Guy said to himself as he watched his back as he left.

The servant washed the fruit and came out of the house. Only the little master was left looking at the door, his little eyes red.

And the car outside disappeared.

"Ah. " She lightly sighed a tone, carrying fruit to walk past.

"Young Master, we go back to eat fruit, picture book night to see, ok. " She half kneels on the ground, the voice gentleness says.

I felt sorry for the sensible boy. I didn't understand why Murong didn't take him back.

The little one drew back his eyes, nodded, and led her hand into the room.

Murongling was speeding down the road, feeling that something was out of control.

For example, to Miao Xiaobei, and to come here, everything is beyond his plan, so flustered that he can not face it.

Looking at those clean eyes, I felt as if something was about to jump out of my heart.

Miao evening from the hospital out, he saw his secretary waiting outside.

From three years ago, she lived in her arranged apartment, moved out of the villa, rarely went to the villa.

She finally endured two people about to get married, quickly sit murong little lady's position.

But she came back, how can not be afraid, was because she came back, forced ling brother married her.

This time, no surprises.

Brother Ling must be his, including the position of Mrs. Murong must be hers.

"Go to the villa. " Miao Xiaobei toward the secretary to order, personally go back to cook.

"Good, " answered the secretary.

In the company, Ye Qian dealt with her wrist, or some worry.

Took the Guy Straight back to the hotel and called a private doctor to see if he broke any bones.

Miao Xiaobei was really impressed by his fuss.

She used to be a medical genius, and she didn't care about this little injury, okay? This guy..

She remembers being rescued by him and lying in a hospital bed for nine months before recovering.

It's hard to think about those days.

"All right, ugly little face, " he said, warming a glass of milk from the kitchen.

"Ye, have you forgotten what I used to do? I cured all your stomach problems, insomnia, and it's just swollen. There's really no need for the doctor to come... "

"Yes, you are strong, strong to let oneself lie so long in the hospital. " Said white one eye.

He didn't mean to rub it in. Everyone's selfish.

He is no exception, want to let her know at all times that he was hurt in the first place, these are because of who?

From the first day he returned home, his possessiveness became more and more vigorous.

He didn't disappear for a while until that day, so he wouldn't do anything to hurt her.

He was afraid that he would just take care of the people who had hurt her and bring her back.

"Well, I don't think so. " Miao Xiaobei took a sip of milk.

Half an hour later, the doctor came to check it out and left a ointment behind.

Miao Xiaobei looked at the salve on the table, just like the one in the medicine chest.

She was pleased by the look on someone's face, because the rich had so much money and no place to go.

Make him not listen to her next time.

The minutes ticked by.

In the villa, Miao evening and evening had already prepared a meal waiting for his return.

The maid was sent to buy candles and roses and a bottle of red wine from the wine cellar.

But after waiting for several hours, no one came back, call the screen off.

She had to call her secretary to see if he was working late at the office.

Only to learn that he left the company today and never returned.

For the first time in three years, he lied to himself.

"Ah... Miao Xiaobei is all because of you. "

Miao night night hands grabbed hair shouting, will table everything on the ground, vent their feelings of jealousy and hate.

In the clubhouse, murongling drank with his best friend and didn't come back all night.

　　……

The next day, Miao Xiaobei in a black suit, wearing high-heeled shoes, painted delicate makeup, came to the company.

Compared to yesterday's image more than a trace of cold pride, pupil is more indifferent.

"What's the matter with the president today? " Asked the little girl at the front desk.

"I don't know, but I heard that the president and Mu Shao's fiancee got into a big fight in the coffee shop across the street yesterday. The scene was very bloody. In the end, Mu Shao came out. " A long-haired woman from the Public Relations Department came over and whispered at the front desk.