Pregnant With the Villain Uncle’s Child

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Wen Pingting barely supported his proud back to the door of the house, walked a few steps into the door, and at the moment of closing the door, he still couldn't control his eyes to sneak out of the door.

"despair--"

The door slipped out of the fingertips, covering all eyes.

The only temperature remaining in the heart fell to freezing point.

Mo Yifan touched the wheelchair and went to hook Tang Xinyu's arm. Neither of them divided their attention on themselves, as if there was no room for a third person to intervene.

The disguise that Wen Pingting used to support her lifelong acting was particularly ridiculous in front of this picture.

Wen Pingting leaned back against the door, panting heavily, and stared down at her suede toe, watching a drop of bean tears fall on the toe, fainting a circle of water marks.

From small to large, no one has no self-esteem like today.

Wen Pinting took a deep breath, waiting for the tears in his eyes to fade. She gave herself a time limit, and when the eyes cleared up, she waved goodbye to the unrequited love she had kept for a long time. From now on, she is still a new flower in the entertainment industry.

"Xiao Ting."

Wen Pingting hurriedly turned her back, and when she turned back, it was already the proud Pingting Ting.

Looking at the dad with rickets on his back, Wen Pingting's nose was sour, and when he thought of what Mo Yifan had mentioned before, his throat was blocked like a ball of cotton.

Seeing that his daughter still refused to be thousands of miles away, Mr. Wen felt a pain in his heart, and he habitually surged a loss, and turned silently back to the study. The Wen family is not as good as it used to be, and each mind is unclear, thinking about how to squeeze benefits from her daughter. As a father, he wanted to protect his daughter, but was powerless.

When it was just dawn this morning, I accidentally received a call from Miss Tang Jia.

For this olive branch suddenly thrown at himself, Mr. Wen, who has nowhere to go, must seize it!

When he touched the door handle of the study, he suddenly heard a soft "dad" coming from behind.

Mr. Wen was shocked, and squeezed the door handle tightly. He didn't look back, but responded with a low voice, and pushed the study door open a little hastily.

Wen Pingting watched her father's old back disappear on the side of the study door. She didn't know what Tang Xinyu would come to talk about with her dad, but she could see Tang Xinyu's sincerity.

She saw the Yunjin gift box in Tang Xinyu's hand at the charity auction, which contained the ancient painting of the late Qing Dynasty.

The temperature became icy with the fading sky, and the cold wind screamed through the treetops, and the yellow leaves swaying on the branches fell one after another, intentionally or unintentionally adding a sense of bleakness to the winter.

Tang Xinyu looked at the street view outside the car window and saw that several workers in front of the mall were working together to hang a Christmas tree that was five or six meters high. She suddenly realized that Christmas was coming.

Various businesses are busy for the upcoming Christmas Eve and Christmas, and their faces are red in the cold wind.

Tang Xinyu couldn't help but sigh: "Christmas is here, everyone is so happy."

Before wearing the book, Tang Xinyu's family relationship was weak, and he didn't feel too much about the Spring Festival of the family gathering. Instead, he had more feelings about the Christmas Eve of the company party every year.

Compared to the crackling of firecrackers outside the window, the New Year ’s Eve night with only the Spring Festival Gala music left in the window, the employees played around until the middle of the night, and the Christmas Eve tearing down small gifts to each other can give Tang Xinyu more warmth and excitement.

Mo Yifan raised his eyes and glanced at the scene outside the car window, disapproving: "This is a great opportunity to greatly increase turnover and create above-average profits. Why should they be unhappy?"

Tang Xinyu, who was endlessly nostalgic for the sudden emergence of the past, was finally wiped out by Mo Yifan and a bucket of cold water: "..."

Lin Wensen, who was in the driver ’s seat for his boss ’s lifelong happiness, was so anxious that he scratched his head: "..."

Boss, why can't you follow Miss Tang's words and invite her to spend Christmas Eve together? ! ! !

Mo Yifan suddenly noticed that the atmosphere in the car was suddenly frozen, went to the rearview mirror hanging in front, trying to see some hints from Lin Wensen.

Lin Wensen, who had experienced the death staring of his boss before, dare to flutter his eyes and sit in front of him in front of him.

Tang Xinyu secretly persuaded himself not to see him as a straight man, only to be mad at himself, but he also innocently did not know what happened.

Seeing the translucent windows along the street filled with exquisite gifts, the Christmas complex buried in Tang Xinyu's heart began to move. She said to Lin Wensen: "Xiaolin, stop in front of the car, just let me down."

Lin Wensen glanced at the reversing mirror, turned on the turn signal, and asked, "Miss Tang, do you want to go to the mall to buy Christmas gifts?"

Tang Xinyu smiled a little, feeling that Lin Wensen was more important than someone, and then generously admitted: "Yes, I just have time to go shopping today, and I will be busy with the tender meeting next time."

Lin Wensen enthusiastic intestinal: "Miss Tang, or let Mo Shao accompany you to stroll around. Mo Shao just happened to have no other arrangements today."

I remember Mo Yifan, there is also a video conference: "..."

Mo Yifan's sudden desire for victory made Mo Yifan silent, just glancing at Lin Wensen lightly. Lin Wensen has been following himself since he graduated. He has evolved from a work partner to an indispensable friend for many years. Sometimes he acts naturally and casually.

Not hearing Tang Xinyu's response, Lin Wensen made persistent efforts: "Miss Tang must buy a lot of gifts. One can't get it. Mo Shao can help Miss Tang get things."

Tang Xinyu really doubted the feasibility of this proposal, and could not help crying: "Do you think I will help him take things, or will he help me take things?"

In the speaking room, the car has been driven to the basement of the mall, and it is also parked to the elevator entrance of the mall intimately.

Mo Yifan took the lead in opening the door: "Go fast, vehicles are not allowed to stay here for too long."

Tang Xinyu: "Hey no, I will buy one ..."

Before he had finished speaking, Lin Wensen pushed Mo Yifan's wheelchair with ease to get off the car and reached the elevator. Tang Xinyu had no choice but to follow the car and then watched Lin Wensen's soles oiled onto the car, for fear that Tang Xinyu stopped him like a smoky cigarette and drove away.

Tang Xinyu and Mo Yifan's eyes widened and squinted: "... you tell me honestly, Xiao Lin will come back to pick you up later?"

Mo Yifan: "Ah ..."

Tang Xinyu was helpless and could only push Mo Yifan into the elevator: "Is Xiaolin fed up with you enough to see how he would like to disappear in the next second, I wish I could throw you to me."

Mo Yifan didn't say anything, just quietly took out his mobile phone while carrying Tang Xinyu, and sent a text message to Lin Wensen, "You can get off work and don't have to come back to pick me up."

Lin Wensen, who had just parked his car in the parking space, saw the text message. He was relieved and thanked that although Mo Yifan had no love brain, at least his IQ was still online. It is a bit bad to follow the boss who has been working around all day, so that the employees have no time to fall in love with their girlfriends.

Lin Wensen, who successfully threw Mo Yifan to Tang Xinyu, immediately called his girlfriend to meet up tonight, and happily drove the car away from the mall.

Tang Xinyu pushed Mo Yifan through the flow of people, and the handsome men and beautiful women who caught the right looks caused the attention of many pedestrians.

"Wow, it's so handsome ... Uh ... pity ..."

"Look, he looks as strong as me?"

"Okay, okay, in my heart you are the most handsome! But what a pity, how can a beauty be with a disabled person."

"There is a mine in the man's house ..."

...

Behind the couple's whispers whispered into Tang Xinyu's ears, Tang Xinyu could not help but speed up the pace, and opened the distance between the couple. There was an emotion that didn't know where, and he didn't want Mo Yifan to hear those words.

Tang Xinyu took Mo Yifan into a familiar brand store, pushed him to the leisure area at the corner of the brand store, and stuffed a magazine in his hand.

Tang Xinyu: "You take a break here, I came to you after picking."

Tang Xinyu, who was about to turn around and leave, was caught in the wrist the next second.

Tang Xinyu looked down at the sharp fingers holding his joints on his wrist, and shot at Mo Yifan's inquiring look.

Mo Yifan took out a black card from the inside pocket of his suit and put it in the palm of Tang Xinyu's palm, his eyes deep and deep: "Brush this, after all, I have mine in my house."

Tang Xinyu said, "Pouting", Mo Yifan still heard the conversation of the little couple just now, and he was joking here.

Tang Xinyu slightly bent over, opened Mo Yifan's suit jacket, inserted the black card back into the inner pocket, patted lightly on the position of the inner pocket, and his hands were naturally supported on the left and right armrests of the wheelchair.

From a distance, Tang Xinyu seemed to embrace Mo Yifan.

Tang Xinyu looked at Mo Yifan's eyes like a cold star in winter night: "Mo Yifan, are you still addicted to acting? You consciously brought into the bastard's evil charm, throwing a lot of money into the role?"

Before waiting for Mo Yifan to figure out what the meaning of "evil smile", Tang Xinyu had already got up, and at the reception of the salesperson, he selected the gifts he wanted from the dazzling display.

Mo Yifan shook the palm of his hand blankly, as if there was still a faint fragrance of women in her arms. The position where the chest was photographed by Tang Xinyu was beating very vividly.

He looked at Tang Xinyu, who was very solemn in choosing gifts, and quietly took out his mobile phone Baidu.

"What gift should I give my girlfriend for Christmas?"

After thinking about it, I changed three words.

"What gift do you want to give your fiancee at Christmas?"

Tang Xinyu saw it several times and finally saw a favorite brooch. Pigeon blood ruby ​​is the main body, surrounded by a circle of broken diamonds to form a flower shape, just matching the white skirt that Lin Tong recently wore.

Tang Xinyu asked the salesperson to take out this brooch and look at the other jewelry, looking for any earrings that can be matched.

Someone near me swept the display in the glass cabinet at random, and finally ordered the pigeon blood red brooch that was placed on the tray separately to the salesperson: "I want this one, wrap it up for me."

The salesperson smiled apologetically: "Miss, hello! Sorry, this brooch has already been chosen by other customers. Or will I show you another style?"

"Choosed away? You are really strange. Isn't the thing selected here for someone to choose? Whose name is already written on it or what? I don't care, I'm checking out now, the things are wrapped for me!"

Tang Xinyu heard the movement there, frowned, and looked sideways.

Oh, really ... fate ...

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I really want to sit by the warm fire and drink some wine.

On the big curtain on the wall, the movie "True Love First" is playing.

The Christmas tree dotted with flashing lights is quietly guarding me in the corner.

Outside the window glass with a little frost, thin snowflakes fluttered.

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