Chapter 901 (1/2)

No matter how weak you are, it's OK to go to prison and pay attention!

”Little madam, it's snowing outside. Do you really want to go out?”

The servant came forward respectfully, as if to be sure, and asked.

Only love heart, jump jump, intuitive feeling, what happened He insisted and said calmly, ”well, I'm going out. It's stuffy at home. I want to go out... ”

Smell speech, servant goes down slowly, be like arrangement car, escort only love to go out.

Frowning at the moon, only love stands at the door, watching the snowflakes all around people's hearts For a long time, after waiting for the time to pass, or the former servant, quickly walked back to the front: ”young lady, there is a young master's phone --”

I don't know how, maybe it's out of concern, but love these days, the mobile phone has been in Shen Shaobai's place If you want to contact me, you use the home phone. Before love, he felt that he was making a fuss. The mobile phone has radiation.

But myself, is not to have no discretion, controls does not play, is not all right?

But at this time, vaguely, I was surprised: ”I want to go out, he knows?”

At this time, according to the usual habit, Shen Shaobai doesn't make phone calls. There's no reason. He wants to go out in front of him Then, the car didn't arrive, his phone arrived, and the maid nodded.

Love is not willing to think more. She is pregnant and wants to go out in the snow. Even if Shen Shaobai orders, the servant will inform in advance, it is normal It is to step up, go to the phone, can not help picking up the phone: ”Xiaobai, I want to go out! I haven't been to see my father for several days. I'm a little worried... ”

Opposite, silent for a while.

Finally, Shen Shaobai's deep voice sounded in his ear: ”Wei Bao, wait for me to go back! There's something I need to tell you face to face... ”

”Is it What happened? Xiaobai, it's about my dad, isn't it? ”

But love is very sure. This time it's not her own sensitivity. Shen Shaobai is not right.

Biting his lower lip, his voice was weak: ”my father Did you get a sentence? It's OK. Tell me what I can bear... ”