Chapter 7

In the bright sunshine, a silver gray Bentley stopped beside the car at some time, and the two tall men who got out of the car were walking towards the car where he was.

Lu Xiangyuan didn't dare to stay and told the driver to drive the car away. The car accelerated gradually. Lu Xiangyuan saw in his rearview mirror that one of the men had approached the window and was bending over to look inside

When the car window was smashed and the little child was taken out of the car by his subordinates, his face was already red, his whole body was hot, and his breath was almost imperceptible.

The air was full of bad smell. The child's trousers were mottled, wet and smelly. Gong Ze waved his hand to cover his nose and retreated to one side. Jiang shaoxun stood still, looked at the child and told his subordinates: "send it to the nearest hospital."

Subordinates hold the dying child, turn around and run to another car, but Jiang shaoxun sees the child's appearance at this time.

In fact, in his eyes, most of the children of this age look like this. Except for their black and white skin, they all look the same. However, when he saw the child's dark frown and pursed mouth, he suddenly felt a strange sense of familiarity.

He had a strange feeling in his heart, but he didn't know why. His long eyebrows frowned slightly. Looking at the direction of the child's disappearance, he suddenly told Song Heng: "go to the hospital."

When Didou woke up, it was almost dusk. He opened his eyes and saw a beautiful face that didn't distinguish between male and female. Didou raised his hand and rubbed his eyes. His voice was still hoarse: "who are you..."

"Gong Ze laughs:" small thing life is quite big still

Jiang shaoxun got up and went to the bed. He looked at him with a pair of smart big eyes.

"The child has beautiful eyes!"

Gong Ze praised him and suddenly thought of something. He turned his head to Jiang shaoxun and said, "it's a bit like the girl who bumped into you in the club that day..."

Jiang shaoxun didn't speak, but his eyes fell down on his little face. The child's eyes were really beautiful, and the child was white, tender and lovely.

"Your family calls, you know."

Jiang shaoxun originally wanted to throw it to the police, but this child always makes him feel inexplicably familiar, especially this pair of eyes, as Miyazawa said, are very similar to that girl.

DIU DIU blinked, pursed his mouth and nodded: "I know."

Jiang shaoxun takes a look at Song Heng. Song Heng takes out his mobile phone and says clearly, "152xxxxx77."

"What's your name?"

"DIU DIU..."

"That's an interesting name." Miyazawa interjected, but Jiang shaoxun looked at him again. The child looked at him with wide eyes, clear eyes and a little pity.

Song Heng dial the number out, there is almost immediately picked up.

Twenty minutes later.

Chang Huan got out of the car and ran upstairs to the hospital. Her hair was in a mess, her shirt was already wet, and she didn't even know when one of her shoes had run away.

It was only when she rushed into the ward that she saw ditiao lying on the bed with all her beard and all her tail asleep, and Changhuan's tears, which she had been enduring, came down in torrents. Her tight heartstrings suddenly split, and her legs softened and her feet floated. In such a short distance, she didn't have the strength to walk.

Miyazawa but looked at Jiang shaoxun, lips curved smile ambiguous, Jiang shaoxun eyes from Changhuan body, but still is no waves of calm.

"Thank you..."

Changhuan sniffed and raised her hand to wipe away her tears, but she couldn't control her emotions. The tears were still falling like balls, but they were so charming and pitiful.

The slightly wet hair is cluttered on her pink cheek and sideburns, and a few wisps are winding around her snow-white slender neck and shoulders. The strong contrast between black and white is the most simple beauty, but it is particularly soul stirring in her body.

Jiang shaoxun nodded faintly, originally thought that the child's relatives should leave directly when they came, but she didn't want to leave.

Changhuan walked to the bedside of ditiao and saw that he was safe and sound, breathing steadily. She could not help but feel happy. She shook his little hand, and her tears could not help dripping down. If he really had any problems, she decided that she would not live.

Gong Ze took a look at the girl's slender but exquisite figure. He couldn't help picking his eyebrows and looking at Jiang shaoxun, "fourth brother, you are very beautiful..."

He pointed his chin toward Changhuan. Jiang shaoxun looked up. Because of that posture, his shirt was slightly tight, and his waist was thin and his buttocks were more and more cocky. His white shirt was soaked with sweat, and he could see the white skin like milk inside. However, from this angle, he could see the round ups and downs on the side of her chest, and Jiang shaoxun's throat was slightly tight, But the complexion is like the beginning of looking to the palace Ze, the voice contains some cold Su mouth: "you can go back to the company now."

Miyazawa shows his hand. Well, he's a bit out of the way now.

When he turned around, Miyazawa did not forget to tease him: "you've been holding it for three years, but you should take it easy. Don't make the girl upset..."

With that, without waiting for Jiang shaoxun to get angry, Miyazawa left quickly.

Jiang shaoxun pinched his finger, but he was wise.

Long Huan looked at to throw to throw unharmed, this heart put down, the person also gradually restores calm.

"Sir... Thank you very much for sending him to the hospital. I just want to know where you met him?"

Chang Huan stands up and turns to Jiang shaoxun. He feels that the man seems to have seen him somewhere, but he can't remember.

Jiang shaoxun didn't answer. He just copied it in his trouser pocket and took a step to Chang Huan's side: "it's not easy to arrange such a play."

Chang Huan was slightly surprised: "sir?"

Look at her face at a loss, as if really do not remember him, this actor, is not the same, the reality also gives you anytime and anywhere acting, but unfortunately, he really see too much.

"Is this your son?" Jiang shaoxun thin lips with a smile: "you are cruel enough."

"I don't know what you mean, sir. Besides, didiao, didiao is not my son." Changhuan pursed her lips, and there was an imperceptible pain in her eyes. She had promised to keep this secret for a lifetime.

She can't implicate that kind and innocent person.

"Oh?" Jiang shaoxun's response seems to be disbelief.

"Sir, I really appreciate your saving today. I will return the money you paid in advance to you..."

Long Huan says, turn over his bag and take out his wallet.