Chapter 796 (1/2)

Xiao Jing drove by himself. He looked behind his rearview mirror. A sad emotion crossed his eyes and sighed.

Gu Beichen fingered his belly and stroked the cheek of the next Jian Mo, and his thin lip nodded in a warm arc, ”good...”

Jian Mo face gently rubbed in Gu Beichen's big palm, ”um.”

”It's all over, eh?” Gu Beichen leaned over and gave a gentle kiss on Jian Mo's forehead.

”I understand...” Jane Mo pulled the corners of her mouth, even though she felt a little ugly with her smile.

Gu Beichen looks at Jian Mo deeply and kisses her eyelids Nothing was said.

Car, all the way in the streets of Los Angeles, the speed is fast and stable, and finally directly stopped at the villa door.

Gu Beichen carefully covered the cashmere blanket for Jian Mo, then took her out of the car.

”Chen Shao, little madam...” Aunt Luo saw two people come back, her face was full of kind smile, ”my soup stew is good, you eat downstairs, or I carry it upstairs?”

”Send it upstairs.” Gu Beichen spoke faintly.

”Good!” Aunt Luo answered, turned and went to the kitchen.

Gu Beichen keeps walking. Xiao Jing goes upstairs and opens the bedroom door

Compared with the cold air outside, the villa is a comfortable temperature.

”When you have something to eat, I'll wipe your body and rest, eh?” Gu Beichen asks.

Jian Mo didn't refuse and nodded.

It's already two o'clock in the evening

Gu Beichen holds Jian Mo, but carefully does not touch her wound, ”sleep!”

”Good night, Achen!” Jian Mo's voice was warm.

”Good night,” Gu Beichen kisses in the corner of Jian Mo's mouth, ”my love!”

Jian Mo had a dignified heart, because of this sentence, a little loose

If God had to have regrets for everyone, Xiaoyan would be the regret that she would never be able to let go of this life.

But if you have to give up, then Chen is the best gift she got in her life.

The night in Los Angeles is very long in winter.

As the first dawn of the morning penetrates the thick clouds and falls on all corners of Los Angeles, busy office workers begin another day of life.

”Late, late...” Mu Xiaoran ran ran into the office with a newspaper in his hand.

”Xiaoran,” looked up at the evening with some listlessness, ”if Lingyu international is not on fire, don't disturb me...” She took a tissue and began to pinch her nose. ”I'm dying of cold. Last night, I worked overtime to a little bit more.”

”Make sure you have the spirit right away...” Mu Xiaoran said and photographed the newspaper in front of her, ”read it quickly!”

”What?” Drooping eyelids at night, drooping eyes to see

[the emperor's president and his wife returned to Los Angeles on a private jet early last night, but there was no future emperor prince?! 】

the front page is bold and bold, with a less clear picture at the bottom, and a narrator beside it

[Jian Mo's stomach disappears, but the emperor's prince disappears! 】

sure enough, the spirit came into being all of a sudden

”Well, what does that mean?” Looking at mu Xiaoran in the evening, he asked.

Mu Xiaoran pursed her mouth and shook her head. ”I just called sister Mo, but I couldn't get through to...”

”What about the time?” Asked the evening, frowning.

Mu Xiaoran shook his head, ”I haven't hit yet, after all It seems inappropriate to ask Chen Shao. ”

You can't ask Chen Shao whether the report is true, sister Mo's child What happened?!