The Devil King of Fast Wear Was a Little Sweet

Chapter 1808 Dear Miss (11)

Here, Xia Ling took Xia Yue into the taxi.

Pei Luo turned around and drove by himself, suddenly remembered that he promised Pei Yuan, but forgot about Pei Siling's parent-child meeting.

Immediately called Pei Yuan.

Fortunately, Pei Siling was sent by the housekeeper. The housekeeper didn't get in touch with Pei Luo, so he stayed by himself to accompany Pei Siling to the parents' meeting.

Pei Luo heaved a sigh of relief, and turned to drive to the law firm he was optimistic about before.

He went abroad and met a senior who studied finance.

This senior was a year earlier than him, and he also belonged to Shanghai. After returning to China, he co-founded a law firm with someone.

Pei Luo is going, and the senior welcomes him very much. He has reserved a job for him early in the morning, and Pei Luo will go to the office to report today.

*

After coming out of the hospital, Xia Ling took Xia Yue to eat his favorite KFC children's meal.

He is not in good health, like this kind of junk food, Xia Ling rarely lets him eat it.

But this time, the doctor gave Xia Yue a physical examination.

Xia Yue's condition is not bad, as long as he finds the right blood, he can undergo heart surgery.

The blood type of the Pei family is a bit special, and there are not many blood bags in the blood bank. Xia Yue's situation is suitable for surgery, but because of the insufficient blood stock, he must queue up at the hospital...

Suitable blood type!

When Xia Ling saw Pei Luo, she was startled and panicked at first, but soon she thought about the blood type again.

If Pei Luo's blood type can be matched with Xia Yue, he would always be willing to donate some blood to Xia Yue, right?

*

Children can't control their mouths.

Before the night passed, Ji Baoyu already knew that Xia Ling bumped into Pei Luo again, and even recognized Pei Luo as Xia Yue's father.

"Lingling, what do you think?" Ji Baoyu was afraid that Pei Luo would snatch Xia Yue, and felt that Xia Ling recognized Pei Luo because he still had Pei Luo in his heart.

After coaxing Xia Yue to sleep, Ji Baoyu couldn't sleep, so he came to Xia Ling.

Xia Ling was sitting in the study, looking at the stock market from behind the computer, and saw that Ji Baoyu's kung fu had swung in front of her several times.

"Mom, don't leave, it hurts my eyes." She got up and poured a glass of water for herself and Ji Baoyu.

Pulling back his posture, Xia Ling was going to have a good chat with Ji Baoyu.

"What on earth are you thinking? Wang Jia and Pei Luo, you have to choose one, right? Wang Jia is thirty-one years old, and he's not too young. It's not a problem for you to hang on to others like this?" Ji Baoyu drank his saliva and pressed down. Feeling flustered, he said to Xia Ling.

"Why am I hanging on to him?" Xia Ling simply laughed, "Did I make it very clear from the beginning that I don't have that kind of feeling for him, and I'm only suitable for being friends. After so many years, cooperation belongs to cooperation." , I have never crossed the line with him. If he wants to find a girlfriend or get married, will I drag him? Mom, you blame me for this, and I took the blame for nothing! "

Ji Baoyu paused, and then said: "Okay, you didn't hang him, it's all Wang Jia's wishful thinking. What about Pei Luo? Tell me, you haven't been on blind dates for so many years, and Wang Jia doesn't want to be with others. I'm in my mid-twenties and I still don't want to get married, so I'm waiting for him?"

"How is it possible?" Xia Ling shook his head, "Mom never takes my words to heart. I remember what I said, I only want a child, and I don't care who the child's father is."

"How is it possible?" Ji Baoyu sneered, and she looked at Xia Ling with the eyes of someone who had passed by, "Don't deceive yourself, silly girl, let's put it another way, you said that the child was not Pei Luo's, Wang Jia's, or someone else's. , then are you still willing to give birth? Are you willing to raise her so willingly?"

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