She has said countless times that Xiaobao is not his son.

A feeble pain spread from his cold heart.

There was a silence in the room.

He wanted to say that he could have one with her, but even such a sentence, so that almost every man can do things, only he can do nothing in his life.

He knows too well that he is infertile.

For a while, he never bowed his head to anyone, once again breaking the rigidity, "Cheng Yingxuan..."

She glanced at him coolly.

"You don't ask me what I want to say?" His dark, handsome eyebrows were slightly selected, and the curvature was particularly beautiful. "It seems that you are really not curious about my affairs." He said to himself, "Before, I'm on the phone with you. The last sentence, I called your name, and I haven't finished speaking."

She finally looked at him squarely.

His eyes on her face became solemn and solemn, "Cheng Yingxuan, I miss you."

The movement she just wanted to stand up stiffened.

He added another sentence, the male voice was cold with deep thoughts, "I want to say...I miss you, I miss you!"

An indescribable touch grew from her heart, like the blooming flowers, the unstoppable joy of the flowers, and the deep regret of the penetration of the bone marrow into the heart.

Just because he is as arrogant as he is cold, he will bow down and miss her.

"Thank you." She opened her lips, and it sounded like the sound of Tian Lai escaped two words.

His face sank, his brows almost knotted, "I don't want the words that you are so polite!"

"So what do you want?" She raised her eyebrow.

He was so angry that he wanted to strangle her, thinking that she came to see him so far, and his heart was filled with soft emotions. He exhaled deeply, "What about you? Miss me?"

"I don't want to." The words of relentlessness and desireless.

He completely angered him, "I don't want to, what are you doing here in San Francisco! Who asked you to come!"

Her face changed, her eyes sullen, "Okay, it's me who's troubled, I'm asking for trouble, and I'm flying over, right?"

She turned and walked into the suite.

"What are you doing!" He sat up violently, reaching for her wrist and pulling her to the bed with great force.

"You let me go, I will take Xiaobao away now." She also got angry.

His thick big palms cuffed her slender wrist like iron pliers, "I don't allow it!"

"Let go!" she sipped.

"Do not let go!" Stand firm.

"Then don't blame me for being ruthless." Her cold eyes flashed coldly, her hands clenched into fists, and wanted to give him a few critical strikes, but he saw the place where he had been stabbed in the abdomen because of the movement of him sitting up and pulling her. , Exuding bright red blood.

"Do you want to kill me?" He squinted Sen Han's eyes slightly and looked at her expression carefully. "No, you want to punch a few punches on my wound."

I have to say that this man's eyesight is insightful.

"Know not to let go?" She had this meaning. With her training, she focused on the enemy's key weaknesses.

"You're really cruel enough to be a woman." He smiled instead of anger. "If you want to beat, you can do it."

She hesitated whether to start.

I saw him slamming his fist with his other hand and slammed his fist without mercy.

The smoldering escaped from his cold lips. The abdominal injuries that had been sewn yesterday were immediately bleeding out one by one, and the sheets and quilts were quickly wet.

At this rate of bleeding, he would lose too much blood and die in less than an hour.