"President, won't you meet the eldest lady?" Wu Ming was the longest person by his side and the person who knows him the best.
He was obviously back and even secretly met the eldest lady many times, but he just didn't show up.
He clearly has a young lady in his heart, so why just not expressing it?
Wu Ming is the one who knows the most things in the fifth family, but cannot understand it, does the president treat the eldest lady hate or love?
If it was hatred, he would not have given birth to the fifth saint. If it was love, he would not see the eldest lady for so long, and even ignored her.
He vaguely remembered that back then, he returned home with the young master who had just been born a few days ago. The president obviously came back with them, but he retreated when he got off the plane. He watched the young lady carefully take away the young master, but he didn't even show his face.
Fifth, I opened the document, but I couldn't read a single word.
His slightly frown brows were already a little impatient, "Get out."
"Miss is not having much time now. President, please go back and see her!"
Wu Shengkong smiled coldly, "It seems that you have met my sister?"
Wu Ming raised his eyes in shock, his eyes filled with disbelief, and his lips trembled.
Fifth lifted his neck tightly, and his cold eyes burst into bloodthirsty light. "From the first day you came to me, I knew you were sent by my sister, and let a woman I don't love give birth to the fifth family's child. How much do you want to force me now?" He kicked Wu Ming away, and he fell to the ground in a suffocating pain. "Do you really treat me as a fool, or your IQ is too weak? Do you think I don't know that fox was led by you? If you hope that girl will survive, it's still far from her 28 years old, let Fifth Jue give birth to an heir!"
Wu Ming had never seen the president lose control like this, and he could not help but defend his words for the fifth Shanshan, "Sister Shanshan really cares about you!"
Fifth Xingkong smiled intently, "If you care about me, I won't force me again and again. Go back and tell my sister, I'm sorry that I haven't become the fifth man in her mind that he should have. I want me to be the same as before, unless Yun Yao comes back to life."
Wu Ming was stunned. How could it be possible to try to make his wife come alive?
He saw the president cremating his wife's body with his own eyes.
The president forced his wife's body to stay for a few years. When he decided to let Princess Yaoyao accept IVF, he knelt in front of her and cried all night. He vaguely remembered that the president caressed the wife's already stiff and cold face and kept apologizing, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, Yun Yao, I can't let you see the way I betray you."
Later, the lady turned into a jar of ashes.
Later, the young master's fifth genre was born.
Huangfu Yao covered her little mouth in surprise. She didn't know that she wanted to treat her son as a treasure. His existence was just to save the fifth Shengkong and that person's daughter?
She clenched her fists hard, and she would rather live like a fool than her heart would be dripping blood.
Why does he love the children born by women so noble, even if they hate them, they must use her son's life to save them?
As soon as she thought of this, she wished she could ruin everything he cared about.
Huangfu Yao never knew that a person could be so cruel, and his son was bleeding from his body, but he was still not as important as his daughter.
After loving for so many years, this is the first time she has been disappointed or even despaired with him.
After buying things in the market, No. 5 Jue carried two big shopping bags, Yimo jumped in front, No. 5 Jue and Fang Yiluo walked slowly behind, "Let's go register tomorrow!"
Fang Yiluo looked at him in surprise, as if he didn't understand what he meant.
The fifth saint was repeated again.
She smiled a little embarrassedly, "Actually, this is pretty good. You are still young after all..."
"You are young, you are still sleeping with me."
Her face suddenly turned red. Although he was young, he could not help but speak directly. She could still think of her own initiative last night. She was staring at him and felt her mouth dry.
He looked down at his toes, "I have no other meaning, I just think you will meet better people in the future. So, don't be too impulsive in some things." As he looked at his cold eyes, her voice became smaller and smaller.
"Last night, everything I said to you was serious. Yimo was already fostered in my sister's name. Who else do you want to give our daughter to?"
Fang Yiluo's heart tightened, took several deep breaths, and raised her eyes, "Xiao Jue, if I say that I did this to protect Yimo, do you believe me?"
Wu Jue frowned, "Who wants to hurt you or Yimo?"
Her eyes drifted to a very far place, "A group of guys like borers, all I can do is to wipe the fact that Yimo is my son, so that they will never know Yimo's existence in their lives."
The fifth wise man became less and less understanding, “Who are they?”
Recalling those unbearable years, Fang Yiluo's heart was full of resistance, "Can we not talk about them? If this is for Yimo's good, I would rather he call others as a mother forever."
The fifth juggernaut never thought that one day he would talk to Fang Yiluo calmly. In the past, he would think that this was her refusal and wanted to rely on her sister to raise children for her. Now that he has so many things in his life, he has a deep understanding of her character, but he believes in every word she says.
"Okay, I won't ask, I'll wait for the day you can tell me."
Fang Yiluo nodded.
On the way back, when passing by the pharmacy, Fang Yiluo remembered what he wanted to buy, "Look at Dian Yimo, I'll go to the pharmacy to buy something."
"good."
After returning home, Fang Yiluo started to soak glutinous rice and then prepared the ingredients for mango rice.
After a day of getting along, I am no longer rejected the fifth best, and the fight and quarrel are considered harmonious.
The cooking of mango rice is simple, which means that the preparations should be sufficient in the early stage. After the rice is steamed, she began to busy making coconut milk and cutting mangoes.
She is a very serious person. The fifth one is the best. She can put mango rice in a very artistic way, making people's index fingers tremble. At least the fifth one is Yimo and lick the plate very clean.
Wu Yimo raised a smile, "The mango rice made from Luo's mother is so delicious."
Fang Yiluo smiled slightly, "I'm going to bed soon. You can't eat too much. If you still want to eat, will I make it for you next time?"
"good."
"I have put all the bath water in it. Do you know that Yimo has to sleep obediently after taking a shower?"
"good."
The little guy ran upstairs, and the fifth master quickly pulled away the chair, "I'll go take a bath with him and tell him stories."
Fang Yiluo was happy to see the fifth master taking the initiative to get close to his son. After all, she left in the future and hoped that Yimo would be closer to her biological father.
You could vaguely hear the yelling sounds upstairs, occasionally accompanied by Yimo's giggle. It seemed that the father and son got along well.
The place Fang Yiluo couldn't see was the fifth Jue who held Yimo and specially tickled itchy meat, which made the little guy laugh so hard that he almost got cramped. He hated Difference in his heart. However, when he was caught, he could only admit his bad luck at this moment. Although he had to rub his back with him and sleep with him, it was better than tickling his own itchy meat!
Before going to bed, he was a little depressed, but the fifth master was refreshed, "Are you unhappy?"
"When will Grandma Huo be out of busy?"
"have no idea!"
“It’s so tiring to take care of you.”
"So, are you going to drive me away?" No. 5 Jue was a little amused. Are all the children nowadays so smart? Let him go home by turning the corner.
The two were lying on the big bed, and he hugged the unwilling fifth Yimo, "Tell you a story, I will go downstairs when you fall asleep."
The fifth Yimo Xiaoming reacted quickly, "What are you doing when you go downstairs? I, Yiluo, only has one room downstairs."
"Uh, I have to ask for a pillow or something."
"oh."
"Yi Mo, do you still hate me?"
"Then are you still bullying Yiluo's mother?"
He shook his head firmly, "Never again."
"It depends on your performance!"
The fifth saint appeared for the first time, and it turned out that it was such a difficult thing to communicate with children.
After finally coaxing him to sleep, the fifth master pulled out of his arm and gently exited the room.
Chapter completed!