Good Morning, Mr. President!

Chi Weiyang's lips shuddered, and she wanted to say something, but her throat seemed to be stuffed with cotton, let alone talking, she felt strenuous even with her breath.

What kind of necklace is that?

When they were young, DIY necklaces were very popular. Finding a craftsman to lock his inch in a small pocket watch, when hanging a pendant around his neck, was a very fashionable game. With such a gadget, most people will get the envy of many people.

Chi Weiyang's family conditions have been very good. So, quietly took Fu Yichen's photo and made two together.

It was originally given to him as a small gift. As a result, when he finally took it, he took away the pocket watch with her picture. With Fu Yichen's photo, she was forced to stay.

At that time, my heart was sweet. So far, more than ten years have passed, and she even remembers that night, when she was lying in bed, holding the pocket watch like a baby when she fell asleep.

But later, this picture, left in her heart, is only hurt ...

"If Mr. Fu likes this, keep it for yourself. To me, it's just meaningless garbage now." The heart was choppy and full of flavor, but she just forced herself down. On the surface, there were no waves at all. "It's messy, so I won't invite Mr. Fu to sit in."

She finished, holding Fu Yichen's hand firmly. One finger, one finger clenching hard, but he seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and the whole person remained motionless.

He looked at her in pain, holding the small pocket watch tightly in the other hand, and the old metal broke the skin of his palm, but he didn't feel any pain.

because……

Even more painful is the heart.

Rubbish……

Is this really a garbage for her now?

"Weiyang, this child is mine, I can't let go!"

Chi Weiyang's eyes flashed with tears. Her gaze was cast on the two entangled hands. Her slender wrists were already flushed and almost bleeding.

"Then I want to ask you well--" She took a deep breath and looked up. "You came to me today, does your wife know?"

"..." Fu Yichen's thin lips clenched for a long time before he said: "I made a sudden decision and didn't have time to discuss with her."

Chi Weiyang felt only one heart, as if it was about to crack.

"Let go!" The words became more and more cold.

He still didn't relax. In the face of her resistance, the pain in his eyes grew stronger.

"Fu Yichen, did you hear me? I told you to let go!" Her emotions suddenly became fierce, and her eyes glowed red.

"Let's talk to each other!"

Chi Weiyang was out of control and slapped his hands in the air. Fu Yichen didn't hide at all, that slap in the face, especially loud. His left and blue face was frozen and suddenly became red and swollen.

His emotions became fierce, and the next moment, he clasped her hand, raised it, and pinched it on the door panel behind him. The tall body also took a step closer, pushing her hard between him and the door.

Chi Weiyang was filled with pain. As soon as he looked up, he saw that his eyes were red, and his eyes were full of pain, as if he had all kinds of distress and struggle. But that kind of pain was something she couldn't see through ...

I thought he was going to say something to himself, but for a long time he didn't say anything. I just held her there, my foggy eyes staring at her deeply, as if to engrave her whole person. Breathing, getting heavier and more depressed ...

Next moment ...

He stretched his long arm slightly to take her into his arms. The embrace made her afraid. She misses it so much, she will fall into it when she misses it, and she will be addicted to it ...

To the extent that the man's arms have not yet touched her, she is like a bird of surprise, pushing her arms hard to separate her from herself. While he was in a daze, she pulled the door open and fled into the house.

Fu Yichen was frustrated with that hurried back.

"Weiyang!"

"Let's go!" A hoarse voice came from inside the door. "I beg you ... don't bother me again ... for the sake of being a friend, let me go alive, okay?"

She was almost pleading.

Every word is so humble, yet so ruthless.

"..." Fu Yichen wanted to say, but after all, he couldn't say anything. The chest seemed to be torn open with a lot of blood. However, all this is blame.

………………

Inside the door.

Chi Weiyang shivered, squatting slowly along the door. She curled herself up like a cicada, which seemed to make her pain less, but the pain in her chest spread deeper and wider ...

She covered her left chest tightly, breathing hard, tears in her eyes, but she couldn't hold back, like a broken pearl.

……………………

I don't know how long I squatted, and I didn't hear any movement outside the door.

Is he gone?

It must have gone.

What's the point of having a wife, having your own child, and staying?

In her opinion, there should be no more entanglement between them. However, when I thought of seeing him again, it might be a long time, but I still couldn't help losing ...

Hands, gently cover the lower abdomen. Touched and touched. The little life inside is now her only pillar.

For a long time, holding on to the door, slowly stood up. My legs were shaking.

Taking heavy steps, she entered the room and collapsed herself on the bed.

It's snowing outside.

Her heart seemed to be snowing. The fireplace ‘Beep’ was burning, but the heat could n’t warm her heart ...

People who are pregnant are always lethargic. She was lying there, not knowing how long it had been before, she was so sleepy. Until, Mrs. Lisa's voice sounded outside the door.

"Hey! Young, why are you still squatting here?"

Young?

Chi Weiyang opened his eyes warily and suddenly he was awake. Wouldn't it be ...

"Well, why are you asleep here? On such a cold day, sitting here and sleeping, but it's going to freeze to death!" Mrs. Lisa seemed to be shaking each other, "Hey, young man, wake up quickly!"

Chi Weiyang sat up from the bed almost immediately, and couldn't even put on his shoes, and walked to the door. However, the whole person suddenly calmed down when he put the door on the door.

Footsteps, pause.

He was frozen outside, what does it have to do with her?

He is a doctor and he naturally knows how to take care of himself. Moreover, she is not one of him, and what qualifications do she have to worry about him and remember him?

Yes, a man with a wife, if she is worried again and never forgets, she is mean!