Chapter: 2702

Shang Qian smiled, "It's not impossible, just give me a kiss and I'll call you!"

Su Nan gave him a blank look, let him take advantage of it, and get the advantage to act like a good boy?

He reached out, took her hand and squeezed

"It's good to ask him to change his name, otherwise he will be indifferent all day long, and it will be even more difficult to control when he grows up."

Su Nan didn't care so much about addressing him, he could call him anything, anyway, Little Mike was a lovely kid.

Since Shang Qian opened the mouth, there is no need to correct it.

"Whatever, it's not wrong anyway."

A child's sweet mouth is sweet, but she doesn't have to listen.

While Shang Qian was eating, Su Nan sat aside and read the documents.

Although she was in the hospital, the company's affairs were gradually getting started. Su Jin saw that her condition had also recovered, and some things were handed over to her very freely, without even a buffer time.

Unlike Shang Qian, even if he can eat and move, he would rather read a book than worry about the company's affairs.

Rest in the afternoon.

Su Nan took Shang Qian for a walk in the back garden. He did some simple exercises to help his recovery, and he was discharged from the hospital in the past few days.

The small garden at the back of the private hospital is neatly trimmed, but it is very modern, artistic and pleasing to the eye.

Shang Qian walked slowly without anyone helping him.

Su Nan was sitting on the swing beside her, looking up at him from time to time, the two of them looked at each other and smiled, as if even the air was sweet.

No one noticed that not far from the fence of the back door, flowers were competing to bloom. Outside the fence, a tall and straight man stood tall and straight, but his whole body was faintly shrouded in a strong chill.

He raised his eyelashes and looked straight at the scene inside. His eyes were dark and dull, as if hiding the coldest evil spirit, which made people shudder when they saw it.

Fu Yechuan didn't know how long he watched it. He felt that his heart was bleeding. Someone stabbed it in with a sharp object and stirred it up. The blood flowed all over the ground, like a walking corpse.

His fists were clenched tightly, his veins were bulging, and his whole body was immersed in a kind of cold loneliness.

The howling cold wind blows on the body, but I don't feel cold.

He looked into the distance with both eyes, watching one walk, one laughing, the tacit understanding between the two, as if no one could blend in, and there were only the two of them left in the world.

Fu Yechuan felt that he was wrong, extremely wrong.

This kind of mistake is a straight path that cannot be undone at all.

And it seemed that from the moment he made the decision, he was sentenced to death when he rejoiced that his psychology had the upper hand.

He didn't have to apologize because they didn't need to.

If all he had done before was to save that failed marriage and not give up.

So now that he lost this woman with his own hands, and looked at her helplessly, there was only room for another man in those bright eyes.

That is obviously his own world.

But he was abandoned long ago.