Chapter Thirty-Two: A Child Without a Father

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Night City, a central building.

It was late at night, and many floors were pitch-black, but a certain office on the 28th floor was always lit.

The man was sitting on a custom-made leather transfer, holding a plan in his hand, his expression was serious, his thick eyebrows were furrowed, and his handsome face showed an indifference that was difficult for ordinary people to approach. His black eyes were always staring at the plan, and he would draw something on it with a pen from time to time.

The mobile phone placed on the desk continued to emit sound. But he didn't even look at it.

He just sat in the office alone and worked overtime. All the employees went home to rest, and he was the only one here.

He is like a top spinning continuously, regardless of day and night.

The person who sent him the message finally couldn't take it anymore, knocked a phone call, and when he got through, he simply said: "I'm not going home today, I'm sleeping at the company." He hung up without even waiting. The other party said a word.

Reaching into his pocket, he took out a small photo from it again. In the photo was a delicate woman. The woman was not very beautiful, but the smile on the corner of her mouth was very sweet. The woman is not so temperamental, but she exudes an inherent gentleness and virtuousness.

(Yanyan, will you miss me?)

He suddenly stroked his chest, and it hurt again. I don't know when it started, but his chest hurts from time to time.

Picking up the phone again, he suddenly logged out of his WeChat and logged into another account, and sent an emoji to the only "friend" in the account.

A smiley emoticon.

There was a reply soon.

"Is there something wrong? Xiao Min."

He pursed his lips and smiled wryly. He seemed to be thinking about something, and then sent a message back to the other party.

"Hello, young lady, Mr. Mo asked me to send you something, can you send me the address?"

"What is it?" The other party asked.

"It's your things left at home, such as clothes, shoes and bags. Mr. Mo doesn't allow us to lose them, so let me send them to you."

"Throw away those things. If you and Xiao Lin like them, you can wear them. I don't want them anymore."

The man sighed coldly and didn't ask what he wanted to know. But he still didn't give up. Then send:

"Young Madam, please help me. Mr. Mo has been unhappy these days when you left, and he has a cold face towards me and Xiao Lin, because I gave you the car keys that day and you didn't ask him to hate me. If If I can't do this well, Mr. Mo will fire me."

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be thinking about something, and it took a long time before a message came back:

"Room 702, Unit 2, Building 6, Qingcheng Yayuan, XX Avenue, Chenxi District, Shenzhen"

Seeing this message, something flashed in the man's eyes, and just for a moment, the message on the screen was withdrawn by the other party, and the address of another collection station was sent.

But he kept staring at the screen and wrote it down.

And on the other end of the phone.

He Xiyan was sitting alone by the head of the bed. She kept drawing with a pencil, and after a while, she drew a simple pencil drawing.

In the painting, a woman is playing with a baby on a meadow. The baby in the painting is very small and seems to be learning to walk. The woman was wearing a white dress with a happy smile on her lips.

Putting down the picture book, she stroked her belly unnaturally, but she didn't smile as happily as the woman in the picture.

(Baby, you know what? Because you are late, so you have no father.)

She muttered to herself, but the figure of that man still couldn't help appearing in her mind.

(Yixuan, you see, our marriage ended before the arrival of our child. If one day you see our child, will you regret your previous choice a little bit. But I am I am afraid that you will take him away, and I am afraid that you will take away my only family member. So, sorry, I cannot tell you about his existence.)