The good secret should leave
It’s no secret that the director of the provincial public security department was Mu Jingrong’s student political business circle in his early years.
Yu Tingchuan put the teacup You have something to do first.
What can I do for you? Mu Jingrong waved his hand. If I hadn’t been in this position, do you think he would come at this time?
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Yutingchuan smiled noncommittally.
Having said that, Mu Jingrong got up and left after sitting for a while.
Yu Tingchuan sent people to the building.
Go back to your seat. Yu Tingchuan settled the bill but didn’t leave.
He lit a cigarette against the chair.
The suit was hung off the back of the chair, and Yu Tingchuan caught a cigarette. The hand was on the table and turned to look out of the window. The car was coming and going, and the mood was quiet.
After the divorce with Mu Qingyu, I didn’t say something because I didn’t want to make the faces of the two families too ugly. At the same time, it was also the man’s retrogression. Keeping a little kindness after she went abroad with her children was equivalent to drawing a full stop to all farce.
The fact is to be continued.
Some disasters will eventually break through the ground.
Mu Qingyu sent the child back to Nancheng at the end of the year. He didn’t want to intensify the contradiction and simply left the child behind. However, it was impossible for her to talk and do things without attracting his attention. Even though she deceived herself, she still grasped the concerns in his heart.
Fumin’s mother and daughter didn’t know it, so it was a long time ago.
Yu Tingchuan came to the hospital today not only because Mu Yanqing had his own plans to get things straight, but also because it was embarrassing.
When the children are raised in the future, it is estimated that there will be no chance to meet each other again.
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Song Qingcheng walked out of school and found that it was not Lao Zhao who picked her up.
There are few people at the gate of boarding school in high school in the evening
Yu Tingchuan has come. While waiting for a while, he lowered the driver’s seat slightly and lay with his hands behind his pillow. When he closed his eyes and heard the window ringing, he lifted his eyelids and looked around and found a head dangling from the window.
After the car, Song Qingcheng said that the first sentence was Why didn’t you inform me in advance?
Yu Tingchuan listened to her complaints. Does Lao Zhao call you in advance when he picks you up every day?
This is different. Song Qingcheng grabbed the safety belt. Master Zhao and I are comrades-in-arms of the bourgeoisie. You are like a leader who makes a surprise inspection and will scare people.
Yu Tingchuan …
Lu Song Qing asked about going to the hospital.
Knowing that Yu Tingchuan came directly from the hospital, she didn’t feel delicious and continued to ask, What’s the situation?
It is not a big problem to have a team of experts to discuss the scheme
Yu Tingchuan is at the steering wheel. We don’t need to worry about these.
Song Qingcheng nodded
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Back to Yunxi Road Garden, it’s getting dark.
At the end of March, the weather has warmed up and it is no longer necessary to wear down or coat.
At home, je is playing with those small potted plants bought by Song Qingcheng in front of the wooden stand on tiptoe on the terrace on the second floor with a watering can.
Song Qingcheng car saw such a scene
After entering the room, Aunt Gong told her that the child wanted to water the potted plants. She saw that he really had something to do and left him alone.
Je doesn’t know about Mu Qingyu’s brain tumor
Song Qingcheng smiled, Water it if you like some small plants.
Yu Tingchuan unbuttoned his shirt cuff links in front of the sofa and asked Aunt Gong about the situation of je’s family. Aunt Gong answered truthfully, The child is very good, but he asked his mother several times to write on paper and ask me if his grandmother has returned to Beijing.
Seven-year-olds are still very dependent on their mothers.
Je grew up with Mu Qingyu again.
Yu Tingchuan went to the terrace first floor.
Song Qingcheng put the bag and was thinking about going to see her mobile phone vibration. It was a strange mobile phone number and sent a text message.
[I’m Mu Qingyu]
SMS surprised the whole Song Dynasty.
Almost consciously, she looked at the sender’s column number again
Then MuQingYu called.
Song Qingcheng didn’t really want to pick it up. Even if the other party was ill, she couldn’t forget the cemetery and couldn’t make peace.
The other party saw that she didn’t answer and sent a message-
[I have something important to tell you]