The Devil King of Fast Wear Was a Little Sweet

Chapter 1814 Dear Miss (17)

Pei Luo looked at her, and it took a long time before he said hello.

What should one pay attention to when speaking to a five or six-year-old boy? It's nothing more than all these years, what is he doing, why doesn't he live with other people's father like them?

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Five days later, it's the weekend again.

Xia Ling took Xia Yue, Pei Luo also took time, and the three of them went to the hospital for an examination together.

I don't know if this world is too small, or the circle of the entire magic city is just that big.

In the waiting corridor outside the obstetrics and gynecology department, Xia Ling bumped into Wang Jia who was accompanying the woman for the obstetric examination.

The woman looked a little glamorous and delicate, holding an LV bag in her hand.

The woman held his arm, and it seemed that the two of them were very close. Wang Jia looked very bad and did not move away from the woman.

Before Xia Ling avoided it, Xia Yue happily went up and shouted.

"Uncle Wang!"

This crisp child's voice brought Xia Ling's embarrassment and Wang Jia's stiffness at the same time.

Seeing Xia Ling, Wang Jia threw away the woman beside him like an electric shock.

"Lingling, listen to me—" He came over a few steps, looked at Xia Ling pleadingly, raised his hand to grab Xia Ling's wrist, and wanted to explain.

"Brother Wang, is this sister-in-law? It's really a blessing." Xia Ling avoided it and smiled, but the smile didn't enter his eyes.

"No, I'm not like her. I drank too much at one time, and then..." Wang Jia grabbed his hair and explained irritably, "I'm sorry, Lingling, I didn't mean it. Own."

"Okay, Brother Wang, we are just friends. Who you are with is your freedom, there is no need to tell me so much." Xia Ling took two steps back.

Looking at the farce, Pei Luo could see Xia Ling's embarrassment.

He took a step forward, helped Xia Ling's waist, and with a smile on his thin lips, he stood in front of Xia Ling with a touch of coldness.

"Mr. Wang, if there's nothing wrong, I'll take Lingling and Xiaoyue to check first. If you have time, after we finish checking, make an appointment to meet and get together?"

The man is tall and straight, with a handsome appearance.

Wang Jia was good-looking among thirty-year-old men, and he was outstanding.

However, there are too many drinking sessions, and if you pay more attention to maintaining your body, your lower abdomen will always be a little looser, and your body will also have more flesh.

Pei Luo is different. He has always been used to self-control. Even in foreign countries, he has not stopped exercising in the gym from time to time.

His young and handsome appearance, standing side by side with Xia Ling, is like a pair of natural couples.

Even if he knew that Xia Ling had never given him hope, watching this scene, Wang Jia couldn't help but hate Xia Ling in his heart, his eyes were bloodshot, and the fingers beside him were clenched.

"Pei Luo, are you with Lingling? Why should you speak for her?"

Pei Luo's eyes darkened: "We are not together, but..."

"Enough! This is in the hospital, what are you two trying to make trouble for?" Xia Ling looked at the gunpowder smell getting stronger and stronger, and immediately turned cold, "Pei Luo, do you two want to talk so much? Why don't I leave?" , you guys have a good chat here?!"

She lost her temper, and Pei Luo and Wang Jia were immediately restrained.

In just a short while, countless speculative eyes have been cast on their side.

Xia Ling didn't care about them, she hugged Xia Yue, and she pressed the back of Xia Yue's head directly, telling him to hide his face in her arms, so as not to be noticed by someone who wanted to take some photos.

Rumors are terrible!

"Lingling, wait for me." Pei Luo didn't want to fight with Wang Jia, but he couldn't help it. For so long, Wang Jia has been by Xia Ling's side, and he almost became the father of his child. Pei Luo How can you not be jealous?

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