Suman is pregnant and he is worried.
So I quickly searched around and found the garden, and I saw Su Man, who was in a little emotional disorder.
Philippine quickly took hold of his wife’s waist. What’s the matter? Is it uncomfortable?
Suman glanced at Ann and then closed his eyes. Nothing, just met an old friend 
and talked.
Vivien’s eyes fell on the porcelain face. He had seen this woman twice in Xicheng.
He remembered that Ling Yicheng treated her pet palm as a treasure. How could she be in a wheelchair now?
Of course, his mind is full of Su Manshen, and he has no interest in exploring her private life.
Mr. Vivien politely greeted Ann. Hello, I’m Little Man’s husband Vivien.
Ann forced a smile. Hello, I’m Ann.
Ann?
Ann?
Mr. and Mrs. Suman almost agreed on a question.
Ann looked up at them. What’s wrong?
Su Man once again realized the seriousness of the problem. Ou Porcelain doesn’t even know who she is. No wonder she just called her Ou Porcelain and she didn’t respond.
That little porcelain, I’m really a little busy today. How about we talk together another day?
Suman pointed to his business card in Ann’s hand. Remember to call me sometimes.
Suman took Vivien and left in a hurry. She was worried that she would be rude if she stayed any longer.
Something must have happened to Ling Yicheng.
Otherwise, Ouci wouldn’t even change its name.
……
Jing Cheng worried about Ann’s greed and coolness and walked two blocks to buy a cup of hot orange juice.
He hurried towards the garden and saw Ann wait for a while staring at the pink rose in front of him.
What’s the matter?
Jing Cheng leaned over and kissed her forehead.
Ann recovered and smiled a little this flower is beautiful
Jing Cheng looked at the pink roses. Buy some bunches when you go home if you like.
Ann shook her head. No, isn’t there a white rose in our backyard? Just wait for me to pick a few and put them in a vase.
They are different colors.
It’s all rose white, and I like it.
There is a gentle smile in Jing Cheng’s eyes. Just like it.
The backyard of the villa is full of white roses, no pink and no blue.
He handed the orange juice to Ann’s palm. It’s so warm.
I knew you liked it. Jing Cheng crouched down to cover her legs with a thin blanket. You can’t drink ice when it gets cold, huh?
Ann nodded. She’s really cold. It’s like ice in her veins.
Fortunately, she still has a blanket. Fortunately, she also has a glass of hot orange juice.
It is almost impossible to feel the boiling temperature of orange juice and drink it all at once.
☆, Chapter 165 Who is Ling Yicheng?
Seeing that Ann was drinking too fast, Jing Cheng couldn’t help waking up beside her, Slow down, slow down, be careful.
He always treated her as a child.