The Bumpy Road of Marriage: The Ex-Wife Is Expecting

An Fengyang was trying to explain what happened that day. The green light was already on, so he had to start the car first.

"Luo Luo, who told you this?" An Fengyang asked in a deep voice.

"I don't know, the recording is real anyway." Shui Anluo said muffled.

An Fengyang reached out and squeezed his forehead. Even if it was a recording, he thought it had been recorded by hands and feet, because Chu Cuiyi never said to give up her from beginning to end.

"Luo Luo, I think you need to talk to Chu Da about this, maybe there are other misunderstandings." An Fengyang did not understand, after all, it is a husband and wife thing.

Shui Anluo stopped talking outside because she didn't want to mention it again.

After all, she let herself acknowledge the fact that she had to leave, and she didn't want to be tempted.

Chu Cuiyi left for half a month and never contacted her. This did not show that in Chu Cuiyi's heart, he was just a passerby. When he saw it, he might sympathize with her and give her some tenderness. When it arrives, it is completely forgotten, even for a second.

When the car arrived in the district, An Fengyang received a call from his fiancee before getting off the car, and had to leave first.

Shui Anluo got out of the car with his son in his arms, and thanked him for letting him go.

An Fengyang did have something to do, so after watching Shui Anluo, he drove away.

Bai Yehan was drinking tea in the living room while waiting for Gu Xiao'an, but just looking down at the time from time to time showed his impatience.

When Shui Anluo came back holding his son, he saw the man sitting on the sofa. Shui Anluo stunned slightly. Is this the legendary Bai Yehan?

"Miss, you're back, Mr. Bai has been waiting for you for a long time." Yuma said, picking up the baby in the past, and then using his chin to point to the sitting person in the living room, he nodded and said, " Hurry up, miss. "

Shui Anluo nodded slightly before changing shoes.

"Mr. Bai," Shui Anluo said politely.

Bai Yehan looked up at the woman, or girl.

A creamy white knee-length dress with a high ponytail and red marks on her small face. She wanted An Jiahui to deliberately hit her before, and her eyes were bright and bright. With a smile, not necessarily from the heart.

Bai Yehan looked down at his wrist watch and said lightly, "Time is running out, I want to know what evidence you have in your hand, so that I can be sure that she will sit in prison."

Shui Anluo slightly slipped her lips, so straightforward.

"My father's medical report contains chronic poisons, and my injury report has been submitted. I think she should have intentionally killed someone." Shui Anluo said, sitting opposite him, listening to his voice Shui Anluo could hear that the person who said the last sentence that day was him.

"That would be an attempt to kill at most, and it would be ten to fifteen years." Bai Yehan leaned on the back of the sofa, his legs crossed, with the elegance of a chuzy wing.

Shui Anluo also checked it on the Internet before, so he deliberately provoked An Jiahui, adding his own injury chip, "What about my injury report?"

"Oh, that's a question of up to ten days in detention."

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Shui Anluo lowered his head and touched his face, was he beaten for nothing?

"I really don't know what Chuda thinks of you?" Bai Yehan frowned and said, apparently stupid.

"What did you say?" Shui Anluo asked suddenly, as if she heard Chu Cuiyi's name.