“Hubby,”Su Xiaoying was so sad that she choked on her sobs. Her fair little hand gripped her phone tightly. “Hurry up and come back. I think… I think I have a miscarriage…” “Miscarriage?”Feng Sinan’s hoarse voice became a few more tones colder. “You can’t even protect your child. Mrs. Feng, I think you can get laid off.” “Hubby…” After two beeps, Feng Sinan hung up the phone. He hung up. Su xiaoying listened to the busy tone from the other end. It was as if she had been pushed into an abyss. Her fingers trembled as she dialed his phone number again. However, a mechanical and cold female voice came from the other end. ‘sorry, the phone you have dialed is switched off.’. His phone is turned off. He ignored her. Su xiaoying burst into tears. Her heart felt as if it was tightly gripped by a large palm. It hurt so much that she could not breathe. She knew that he did not love her. He even misunderstood her and hated her. It did not matter. It was fine as long as she loved him. However, her heart was also made of flesh. Now that thousands of arrows had pierced through her heart, she was in so much pain that she could not control herself. She had loved Yu for ten years. Every time she looked up, he would be shuttling through the gaps between her fingers. It was her lifelong dream. He was her brother Nan. However, he no longer remembered her. He no longer remembered the little girl that he had saved ten years ago. “Wah! Mommy! Mommy! Wah!” In her arms, Little Nini could feel mommy’s boiling tears and the pain that was filled with blood. She had already burst into tears. Su Xiaoying quickly wiped away her tears. She reached out and hugged the crying Nini in her arms. “Nini, don’t be afraid… Mommy is fine…” Su Xiaoying took out her phone and dialed another number. The call was quickly picked up. Old Su’s deep and loving voice was soon heard. “Hello, Yingying.” Hearing her Daddy’s voice, Su Xiaoying’s pale red lips twitched in her own tears. “Daddy, save me… I miscarried…” .. Bar 1996. The door to the room opened, and Zhao Fei’er walked out. She was still wearing that black short skirt with the suspenders, and her exposed delicate muscles were full of scars. She walked very slowly, but her beautiful little face was full of moist red. Feng Sinan’s personal secretary, Jin Zhe, was already standing outside waiting for her. Jin Zhe was dressed in a strict black suit. As a top-level secretary, he had a polite but expressionless smile on his face as he looked at Zhao Fei’er, “Miss Zhao, this is my business card. Save my number. When the CEO has orders, I will contact you.” Zhao Fei’er understood what he meant. Unless Feng Sinan had a need, she could not take the initiative to contact Feng Sinan. Zhao Fei’er’s little face flushed red as she nodded. “Alright, Secretary Jin, I’ll be leaving first.” Zhao Fei’er left. Jin Zhe glanced at Zhao Fei’er. This Zhao Fei’er was no different from the previous mistress that the CEO had taken care of. It was her first time out, and her face was flushed with shyness and sweetness. Jin Zhe smiled indifferently. The Feng family’s business was huge, and the business chain under their name spanned across several continents. They had a strong background. As the eldest son of the Feng family, Feng Si nan had become the king of the business world at a young age. He was handsome, noble, and mature, with a flip of his hand, he became the cloud, and with a flip of his hand, he became the rain. It was unknown how many women’s erotic dreams he had fallen into. Jin Zhe raised his hand and knocked on the door. Soon, a deep and magnetic voice came from inside. “Come in.” Jin Zhe pushed the door open and entered. Feng Sinan had already showered. He had changed into a handmade version of a gray shirt and black pants. The shirt was not tucked into the leather button. Other than the usual deep and cold look in his handsome and noble eyes, there was more of a laissez-faire laziness and decadence. Jin Zhe glanced at the room. The bedsheets were still in the room, but the sofa was messy. “President, senior Monk Xuan Yi is here.” Feng Sinan buttoned the silver button of his grey shirt and lifted his thin lips expressionlessly. “Let’s go and meet that old monk.” Feng Sinan spread his long legs and walked out of the room. In the corridor, senior monk Xuan Yi was pressed down by two men in black. After not seeing him for so many years, senior monk Xuan Yi had not aged at all. He still had the air of an immortal and had the air of an immortal. “Chief Feng, I heard that you were looking for me. What’s the matter?”Senior Monk Xuan Yi looked at Feng Sinan and asked with a smile. Feng Sinan stopped in his tracks. His handsome and noble face was plated in the dim light, making him look enigmatic. He narrowed his deep narrow eyes and looked at senior monk Xuan Yi. He said with a smile that was not a smile, “Old Monk, don’t you know how to calculate? Can’t you figure out why I’m Looking For You?” Senior Monk Xuan Yi stroked his beard. “President Feng wants me to save people?” “Ha.”Feng Sinan let out a sinister laugh. “Come with me. We’ll go to the western border now. Oh right… if Lu Yiming dies, you can die with him.” “President Lu?” Senior Monk Xuan Yi wasn’t scared at all. He only asked in surprise, “President Feng wants to save President Lu?” “What else could it be?” “I thought President Feng wanted me to save you.” ”…” Feng Sinan’s deep eyes darkened. “Old Monk, are you cursing me?” Senior Monk Xuan Yi shook his head and looked at Feng Sinan from head to toe. “President Feng, compared to President Lu, I think you need saving more.” Feng Sinan looked at senior Monk Xuan Yi gloomily. “Trying to be mysterious? I heard that the old monk is the best at fortune-telling. He has read Lu Jinwen and Lu Yiming’s fortune before. Why Don’t you read my fortune as well?” Feng Sinan put his hands in his trouser pockets and was unconcerned. The eminent monk Xuan Yi smiled mysteriously. “CEO Feng’s life will be very miserable.” “Oh?”Feng Sinan curled his thin lips and didn’t say whether he believed it or not. “How Miserable?” “The wife leaves the daughter, the child dies, and no one sends him to his death. Don’t you think it’s miserable?” Feng Sinan’s expression turned cold. .. Jun Xi Qing fell asleep on the rattan chair, her small hands still holding tightly onto the letter written by Lu Yiming. At this moment, there was a knock on the door. In the middle of the night, the knocking sounded very sudden and urgent. The bottle bottle’s low voice sounded, “Queen, something bad has happened. Something has happened to the Lord.” Jun Xi Qing’s slender feathers trembled as she opened her eyes. The window of the room was not closed. At this moment, a gust of cold wind blew in, and the letter in her hand fell onto the carpet. The red roses scattered on the carpet like a mottled blood-colored painting. Jun Xi Qing’s lively pupils contracted and his ears exploded — not good, something happened to master! Something happened to Lu Yiming on the day he returned. Jun Xi Qing quickly got up and ran to open the door. She looked at bottle bottle in shock. “What happened? What Happened?” Bottle bottle looked at Jun Xi Qing with red eyes and sobbed. “My Queen, Miracle Doctor Sikong did his best. My lord has endured for half a month. Now… I can’t. My lord won’t be able to come back.” —— My Babies, today is even worse