President, go away!

Shen Yiwei wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Huo tingxiao\'s indifference. The handsome facial features looked unusually cold in the bloody sunset, which added a touch of extremely desolate cold to him in vain.

"Who allowed your name to be tingxiao? Mr. Shen is afraid to forget his identity!"

Shen Yiwei was stunned. Before he could react, he hung up the phone. He didn\'t mention Xu Youran\'s kidnapping. When he called again, it was turned off.

This made him even more puzzled.

"Ruiqin, is something wrong with leisurely and Huo tingxiao?"

Where does Xu Ruiqin still have the mind to think about what happened between Xu Youran and Huo tingxiao? Now she wants to save Xu Youran, but she can\'t let Xu Youran go wrong.

"I don\'t want to ask what\'s going on between them. Shen Yiwei, what you should think now is to hurry Youran out, hurry, wait, Youran is afraid of dying!"

"Fifty million, let me see. Why don\'t we call the police!"

Hearing Shen Yiwei say this, Xu Ruiqin\'s temper suddenly soared, "do you like money or your daughter? Your daughter is dying now. Do you still mention money to me

"Well, I know, I know. I\'ll call the study. I promise, Youran will be fine and will come back to us safely!" Shen Yiwei said, and then took Xu Ruiqin and went to the study——

At the moment, in the Phoenix bay villa, Huo tingxiao stood in front of the wide French window and looked at the white camellia outside. He couldn\'t help smiling bitterly.

He only knew that Shen Qingqing liked white camellia, but he never thought that what she liked was the flower language of white camellia.

How can you despise my love!

Indeed, he underestimated Shen Qingqing\'s love for him, and he didn\'t believe it. No matter what happened, Shen Qingqing wouldn\'t give up her.

It was he who failed to live up to the tenderness of her life.

Then he picked up the notebook in his hand and looked at the contents of the notebook in the blood red sunset. Even if it hurts, he can\'t escape. He wants to know what happened to Qingqing in those five years. This is what he owes Qingqing and a Yan.

So he began to look carefully at the contents of his notebook.

Huo tingxiao turned page by page and took out a Yan\'s photo. After reading it for a long time, a Yan looked very good and likable.

If Yan is still there

If he\'s still there

So now it should be almost as big as Sheng Xia!

Unfortunately... Unfortunately, ah Yan is gone!

Thinking like this, Huo tingxiao\'s whole back was stiff and his sight blurred again.

Another photo in her hand is that Qingqing holds a Yan and is feeding water to a Yan. A Yan smiles with a bottle in her arms, while Shen Qingqing\'s smile on her lips is incomparably gentle and dazzling than the sun.

This is the Shen Qingqing he used to know!

Instead of Shen Qingqing, who is dying like an old man, he is so indifferent that he refuses people thousands of miles away.

Such a picture was so beautiful and warm that Huo tingxiao\'s heart began to ache again, and the whole person began to tremble slowly. It seemed that tears fell from his eyes——