Chapter 1717 (1/2)

”Husband,” Su Xiaoying choked sadly, and her soft white hand tightened her mobile phone, ”come back quickly, I seem... I seem to have miscarried...”

”Abortion?” Feng Si Nansha's hoarse voice cooled a few more tunes, ”even the children can't be saved, Mrs. Feng, I think you can be laid off.”

”Husband...”

With two beeps, Feng Sinan hung up the phone directly.

He hung up.

Su Xiaoying listened to the ”beep” busy tone from the end, and the whole person seemed to be pushed into the abyss.

Shaking her fingers, she dialed his phone number again.

But there came a mechanical and cold female voice at that end - sorry, the phone you dialed has been turned off.

He turned it off.

He ignored her.

Su Xiaoying burst into tears. Her heart seemed to be tightly held by a big palm. She couldn't breathe because of the pain.

She knows that he doesn't love her, even misunderstands her and hates her. It doesn't matter. She just loves him.

However, her heart is also flesh long. Now she is pierced by thousands of arrows. She can't help herself.

For ten years, whenever she raised her eyes and looked up, he was shuttling through all the brilliant green time in her fingers, which was the dream she pursued all her life.

He is her brother.

But he doesn't remember her anymore.

He doesn't remember the little girl he saved ten years ago.

”Wow ~ mom ~ mom ~ woo ~”

The little Nini in her arms felt mommy's hot tears and bloody pain, and had burst into tears.

Su Xiaoying quickly wiped away her tears. She stretched out her hand and held Nini crying in her arms, ”Nini, don't be afraid... Mommy is okay...”

Su Xiaoying took out her mobile phone and dialed a phone number.

The phone at that end was soon connected, and old Su's deep and loving voice soon passed over, ”Hello, Yingying.”

Hearing daddy's voice, Su Xiaoying pulled her pale red lips in her tears, ”Daddy, help me... I had a miscarriage...”

……

1996 bar.

The door of the room opened and Zhao fei'er went out. She was still wearing the black skirt with suspenders. Now the exposed delicate muscles were full of traces. She walked very slowly, but a beautiful little face was full of moist blush.

Jin Zhe, Feng Sinan's private secretary, has been waiting outside. Jin Zhe is dressed in a rigorous black suit. As a top secretary, he has a polite and calm smile on his face and looks at Zhao Feier. ”Miss Zhao, this is my business card. Save my number. I will contact you when the president has orders.”

Zhao Feier understands this meaning. Unless Feng Sinan needs it, she can't take the initiative to contact Feng Sinan.

Zhao Feier nodded with a red face, ”OK, Secretary Jin, I'll go first.”

Zhao Feier left.

Jin zhe took a look at Zhao Feier. Zhao Feier was no different from those little lovers raised by Bao, the former president. He came out for the first time with a blush and shy sweetness.

Jin zhe smiled indifferently. Feng's family was big and his industry chain spanned several continents with a strong background. Feng Sinan, as the eldest son of Feng's family, became a business emperor at a young age. He was handsome, expensive, mature, turned his hands into clouds and covered his hands with rain. I don't know how many women's spring dreams he had.

Jin zhe raised his hand and knocked on the door of the room.

Soon there came a low magnetic voice, ”enter.”

Jin zhe pushed the door in.