Mr. Yan, Madam Bai Yueguang has also returned to China.

Yu Wei was stunned for a moment and complained to him, "Who is your wife?"

"If you don't refuse, I'll take it as your promise."

"Can you please have a little face?"

"No, I want a wife."

Yu Wei gave up communicating with him and was silent for a while. Then she said, "They are going to hold a wedding."

Yan Wenzhou pulled her out of her arms and looked into her eyes, "How about having two children?"

"Feast Wenzhou!"

"Forget it, it's better to have one." Yan Wenzhou hugged him again, "I still don't know...if I can be a good father."

"You're thinking too much. I didn't agree to remarry you."

"But you told grandma that you have a baby in your belly. We can't let grandma down."

Yu Wei was a little upset, "Why are you so annoying?"

"You know? When I divorced you, I was thinking that even if you hate me, I don't want you to ignore me." Yan Wenzhou said in her ear, "Because the more you hate me, the more you care about me. .”

"What nonsense?" Yu Wei looked disgusted.

Yan Wenzhou laughed, "Then do you care about me?"

"I don't care about you."

"You don't care about me, but you still hang a sign on the wishing tree?"

Yu Wei looked at him in surprise, "Did you see it?"

"Are you going to meet me in the next life too?"

Yu Wei anxiously went to cover his mouth, "You still said it was all your fault. Do you know how I felt when I found out that the child was an unlucky child?"

Yan Wenzhou held her hand and said, "I know."

"You don't know." Yu Wei said seriously, "Yan Wenzhou, do you know how sad I am when I think of those words you said when I thought you were dead? Because you think I don't love you enough, so You thought about everything, but you never thought about whether I could bear to lose you."

"When I saw you again, I was both happy and angry." Yu Wei looked at him angrily, "You said you were not sure you could come out of the fire. That is to say, if you really died, except for those cold You will leave me nothing."

She took a deep breath, "You think I can start a new life without any worries, right?"

"Yu Wei, knowing what my mother did, I really don't know how to face you." Yan Wenzhou whispered, "I used those despicable means to get you back to me. If you knew What would you think of me after knowing what she did?"

"You said that because I have her blood in my body, I am as despicable as her. How dare I let you get pregnant with my child?"

Yan Wenzhou looked into her eyes, "I'm afraid that you will look at me with disgust after knowing everything. You know, I have never been confident in front of you."

His eyes darkened a bit, "I feel that I am the person least qualified to be with you in this world."

Yu Wei held his face, stood on tiptoes and kissed his lips.

"now what?"

What she responded to was a more violent kiss from the man.

……

Sun Haiquan's funeral was very deserted. His parents had already passed away, and no one came to attend except for the men who followed him all year round.

Shen Meiling was dressed in black and stood in front of the tombstone, looking at the man on the tombstone expressionlessly.

Light rain fell from the sky and fell on her hair. The bodyguard behind her held an umbrella for her.

Shen Meiling looked away, turned and walked towards the car on the side of the road.

The rain hit the car window, blurring the world outside the window. Shen Meiling rubbed her temples, looking a little tired. In just two days, she seemed to have aged by more than ten years, and the words Sun Haiquan had said flashed through her mind.

How could she be wrong?

It was Yan Tingsong who was wrong. He married her even though he didn't love her, and betrayed her even if he married her.

The bodyguard in front handed her the tablet. Shen Meiling took it and looked at the green lines on it. Her eyes darkened a little. Ever since Yan Tingsong bit her like a mad dog, Shen's stock price has been going down.

Now the company is in chaos, not to mention that Sun Haiquan passed away at this time, and people in the company are panicked.

Shen Meiling ordered coldly, "Go back to the company first."

A black car was parked outside the cemetery.

Yan Wenzhou got out of the car under an umbrella and walked directly into the cemetery.

Putting a bouquet of flowers on the tombstone, he glanced at the man on the tombstone. Through the layers of rain, he couldn't see clearly.

The image of being lifted up on Sun Haiquan's shoulders when he was a child flashed through his mind.

At that time, he even thought about how great it would be if Sun Haiquan was his father.

Yan Wenzhou wiped the rain off his face and said, "In the next life, be a good person and live for yourself."

Leaving the cemetery, Yan Wenzhou got into the car. Meng Hechuan in the driver's seat handed him a towel, "Don't get my car wet, thank you."

Yan Wenzhou took the towel and said with disgust, "Has anyone ever told you that you are particularly hypocritical?"

Meng Hechuan said expressionlessly: "To each other."

He said starting the car.

Yan Wenzhou deliberately threw the towel aside, "I don't know what she liked about you before."

Meng Hechuan held the steering wheel tightly, "I don't know what she likes about you."

"What do you know so much about?"

Meng Hechuan said calmly: "Even if Weiwei and I have separated, we are still very important people in each other's lives."

Yan Wenzhou's eyes darkened and he said coldly: "Then have you heard that a qualified predecessor should be treated as if he were dead?"

Meng Hechuan laughed, "Yan Wenzhou, if you were dead before, Weiwei won't be with you now."

"In the past twenty years or so, without me, you were never together." Yan Wenzhou also laughed, "This shows that she and I are destined to be together."

Meng Hechuan's eyes dimmed a bit.

Mid-level villa.

Yu Wei helped Song Qinghe organize the drawings. The clothes designed by Song Qinghe were very avant-garde and fashionable.

This shows that she did not close herself off when she was in the villa.

"How long will it take to make all these clothes?"

Song Qinghe looked at her with a smile, "If we leave it to a specialized clothing company, it will take about three months."

"Do you need a supervisor?"

Song Qinghe nodded, "We really need to communicate with the model maker, and we need to confirm many details."

Just because she didn't want to have too much contact with outsiders, she completely quit the industry after she fell ill, and would paint whenever she felt like it.

"During this period, I will help you recuperate, and you must cooperate with me, so that you can have the energy to prepare for the fashion show."

Song Qinghe looked at her with a smile, "Okay, I will cooperate with you."

In the evening, Yu Wei returned to the clinic.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Qiao Jingan sitting in the hall. He had a teacup in his hand, and he had obviously been there for a while.

Seeing Yu Wei, he stood up and came over, "Dr. Yu, I have something to see you for."

Yu Wei brought people into the consulting room, "Mr. Qiao, what do you want from me?"

"I hope you can do a genetic test with my mother."