Mr. Zhou’s Little Cutie

Meng Ting came out of the police station at dawn.

Wu Bai followed her.

Tingting! Why didn't you tell me!

Meng Ting walked forward without saying a word.

Wu Bai had scars all over his face, and he chased her closely.

Meng Ting! Stop! Shi Yi has already asked you for a divorce, why don't you agree! Hui Ting and Shi Xiao are both my children, why didn't you tell me!

You signed a divorce agreement! Isn't it good for us to take our children to live elsewhere! Is that why Shi Yi makes you nostalgic! He never loved you at all, don't you know!

Is Mrs. Shi's position just too much for you! Do you still have any need to stay with the Shi family in its current state?

Meng Ting stopped abruptly, turned around and gave him a slap.

Then I have never loved you, don't you know! His Shi Yi's wife can only be me in this life! The child belongs to him, not yours! Get out of here! Get out as far as you can! You came here! Who told you to come here without saying a word!

Are you satisfied with killing me into what I am today?

Her voice was sharp, she glanced at Wu Bai's pale face, turned around and left without stopping.

Wu Bai stood there in a daze.

The sky in the morning was still just getting bright, and it seemed that it was still foggy, and his eyes were unknowingly stained with some fog.

...

Meng Ting took a taxi, sitting in the car she was silent and didn't know where to go for a while.

Her cell phone rang suddenly, and she was startled.

Looking down, it turned out to be an unknown number.

She didn't answer, but the number kept calling.

Which one?

She picked it up, but there was no sound for a long time. The person who was already in a bad mood raised his hand at this moment and was about to hang up the phone.

But suddenly there was a voice.

Sister, it's me...

The voice was breathy, it seemed to be deliberately lowered, and it was a little hoarse, Meng Ting almost didn't hear it.

She opened her mouth in disbelief.

It was a long time before his name was called.

Tang Xin...

He is not dead!

Tang Xin's voice was trembling and hoarse: Yes! It's me! Sister! Help me! I'm so sick! I'm so hungry! I can't hold it anymore!

Where are you?

She also lowered her voice, suppressing the panic in her heart.

Tang Xin over there had a weeping voice, which sounded harsh.

Sister, save me! That little bitch is coming soon! I'm so scared!

What? Which little bitch... Wait, give me the address first, and I'll find you!

Meng Ting thought of Meng Yutang almost immediately.

It must be her!

After Tang Xin said a general address tremblingly, Meng Ting asked the driver to find it.

...

Zhou, Mr. Zhou... is this okay?

Tang Xin raised his eyes, his chapped lips trembling uncontrollably, and looked up at the man sitting in front of him, who was lying at his feet, meeting those cold eyes.

Zhou Beicheng looked at Tang Xin, who was rarely sober, cast his eyes down at him, and then raised his hand.

Immediately, someone came over and stuck something on Tang Xin's back.

The icy Tang Xin couldn't help shaking.

Zhou Beicheng moved a little and looked closer at him. There seemed to be a hint of a smile on his lips, but it made Tang Xin shudder.

Do you know what to say?

Know...know...

He swallowed twice and looked at the man in front of him, shaking uncontrollably all over his body.

Take him there.

Zhou Beicheng's deep and cold voice came again.