< br >Chapter 1569 < br >so he came back a little late last night. < br >he took the picture back. It was in the car and didn't take it out. < br >he went to the garage and took out the picture. < br >he took the picture and went to the study. < br >he turned on the light, looked carefully at the baby in the color ultrasound picture, and picked up the family picture of his family on his desk. < br >even if Narella's current photo is compared to this baby, you can still see that it looks a lot like it. < br >he put the picture down and held the forehead with one hand. < br >his dream of a quiet life seems to have been stamped with a funny seal. < br >the other side. < br >Qin Anan visited her mother's grave and came to Mike's place. < br >after Qin Anan and Fu Shiting made up, Mike moved out of the Xinghe Bay villa, and only when Qin Anan or Fu Shiting was not at home, he occasionally went back to live. < br >"what's wrong?" Mike poured her a glass of water with messy blond hair. "I still have milk, but it's cold." You look a little pale. You'd better drink something hot. " < br >"Water will be fine." She took the cup and took a sip. "Mike, me." < br >she opened her mouth, but hesitated. < br >"I know that you and Fu Shiting quarreled. It's on your face. " Mike stood in front of her with his hands on his hips. < br >from the moment she rang the doorbell, he looked at her and knew. < br >if she hadn't quarreled with Fu Shiting, she wouldn't have come to him on the first day of the Lunar New year. < br >"No fight." She drank again. "the baby is so old, there's nothing to argue about." < br >"hard mouth." Mike sat down next to her and looked at her face. "Let me guess!" Did Fu Shiting quarrel with Lesser Cold? " < br >"No. Lesser Cold is too old to argue with him. " < br >"Tut-tut, we Lesser Cold are really good." Mike said, and continued to guess, "Fu Shiting has a frigid look, it should not be an affair, is he?" Having an affair?! " < br >Qin Anan coughed abruptly, "didn't you say he looks frigid?" < br >(adsbygoogle = indo.adsbygoogle | | []) .ush ({ }); < br >"but only if he cheats on you will you get angry." Mike took a banana from the fruit bowl, peeled it, and swallowed it. "who did he cheat on?" < br >Qin Anan is unhappy: "he went to see Jin Ronger last night." < br >"I'll go!" Has Jin Jung-er come to China? " Mike was shocked. "what does this woman want?" Fu Shiting ran to see her. What did he want to do again? " < br >"I don't know. He didn't tell me. " She put down the glass in frustration. "if he had told me, I wouldn't have stopped him from seeing Jin Ronger." < br >"Ann, wake up. If he tells you, you will stop him. You won't let him see Jin Jung-er. " Mike corrected her words. < br >Qin Anan opened his eyes and stared at him with an expression as if to say: I am such a person. < br >she thought about it carefully, and Mike was right. < br >if Fu Shiting had told her last night that she was going to see Jin Ronger, she would never let him go out. Not only would she not let him go out, she would also quarrel with him. < br >"No wonder he didn't tell me." She murmured, as if her strength had been drained. < br >she leaned against the sofa, a little tired. < br >I hardly slept last night. Now that I know why Fu Shiting is hiding himself, the knot seems to be untied, so I really want to have a good sleep. < br >"you sleep in the room." Mike pulled her arm. "Don't catch a cold with me." Otherwise, Fu Shiting will come to trouble me. " < br >she rose mechanically from the sofa: "has Jin Jung-er been seven months now?" The belly should be big. Is it possible that she went to all the trouble to come here and made a deal with Fu Shiting in advance? " < br >"Why do you think so much? Go to bed first. " Mike could not answer her question, nor did he want to sow discord. < br >is in the middle of the Spring Festival. It's really sad that this kind of thing happened. < br >he helped her to the guest room and tucked her in after she lay down. < br >she fell asleep soon after she closed her eyes. < br >Mike comes out of the room, finds his cell phone, and dials Fu Shiting's number. < br >< br/ >< br >

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