"I'm not coming back. It's said that there is a notice, but I don't understand what it is. I only know that he is very busy. I don't know if he really has no time or whether he doesn't have time." The woman changed Stephanie's shoes. There was no gorgeous decoration in the house. It was a simple style. It was the woman who cleaned up the house without servants. Fortunately, the house was not very big. This woman was Elvis's wife, Maple. Because of Elvis's status, coupled with the current tight news, the investigation was strict. This woman was very low-key, afraid that she would cause more trouble for Elvis. It seemed that they heard a noise. The person sitting on the sofa put away the newspaper and looked over here. The woman walked over and said, "Everyone is coming. The child is very attractive. You can talk about it. I have two dishes that haven't been cooked yet. I'll go in first." Elvis waved his hand and said, "You go to do your own business." Maybe
"The two children's last names are Lin?" "Whose surname is it?" "What's going on?" Elvis's tone became serious. A son should follow his father's surname. This tradition seemed to permeate into the bone marrow. Especially in the last generation, it valued more. At this time, Stacy came over with the soup. Before she put it down, Elvis couldn't wait to ask, "Does the child follow your surname?" He had heard a little about Harry's marriage, but because of Harry's rejection at that time, he didn't tell him about Stacy's situation. At that time, he was very busy, so he didn't know much about Stacy's identity and background. Stacy was stunned for a moment and didn't know what to say. Elvis's question came too suddenly. "It's a long story. If we investigate it, I'm sorry for them. As for the family name, I think it's good for her to have a family name." Harry naturally saw that Elvis was very willing to take care of him, and he was even not happy.
Stacy looked down. Although she had given birth to Harry, she missed the time period when she needed someone to take care of and cultivate relationships. But now, Harry was still not close to her. Melissa's life was not only full of regrets, but also miserable and great. If it were her, she might not be able to do it. "Please try to persuade Harry not to worry about it." Maple sighed. "In fact, I understand this matter. If my mother died less than a month ago and my father married another woman, I might hate her even more. Perhaps, I can stab that woman with a knife. It doesn't happen to anyone. Who can't understand it? It's said that they share the same experience. Can you really feel it? No, it's still true that men can be stable. Although Harry has a bad relationship with them these years, he hasn't done too much after them. such cold attitude. You can't guide him." "Hmm," Stacy said softly. Maple was right. He didn't feel the same way about this
Angela did not even look at his unpredictable face. He put on his coat and walked out of the door with his bag. Charles lowered his head and glanced at the bank card at his feet. He picked it up and quickly chased after her. She grabbed hold of Angela, who had just walked out of the room, and dragged her out of the room. Angela struggled to get rid of her anger and rebuked, "What are you doing?" Charles ignored her and pulled her to the parking lot. He pulled her into the car to prevent her from getting off the car. At the moment when he shoved Angela into the car, he locked the car. Angela was so angry that she slapped the window hard. "Charles, what do you want to do?" Charles still ignored him and quickly got up and drove the car out of the hospital. "You will only make me hate you more. Not only are you not loyal, but you are also a rogue. How can I agree to marry you? I must be crazy!" Angela rubbed her face hard, trying to calm herself do
After counting the money, Henric handed the money to his sister and looked at Harry. He blinked his eyes and blinked his eyelashes. "You don't even know my mommy's birthday. How did you become her husband?" Hearing what he said, Harry was speechless. He was choked and couldn't speak. Well, he was a very unqualified husband. The marriage lasted for six years. After tomorrow, it was seven years. The child was almost six years old and hadn't had a wedding night yet. Wasn't he unqualified? It was his fault that he did not make his wife "happiness". Now Henric had accepted him, but he had not forgotten that he had abandoned him. Since he wanted to get his mommy back, he had to work hard. "Check it yourself." Henric obviously didn't want to say it. He crossed his arms around his chest and said, "I'll give you a message. There's not much time left for you." Harry raised his eyebrows. "Not much time?" "Isn't that the recent days?" Harry squ
"I won't let anyone know for the time being." She knew about the sachet, so she let go of the next year's clothing exhibition. It was not that he was about to give up, but he was waiting for the right opportunity. If she did this at all costs, it would put Harry in a dilemma. Fortunately, he still had a lot of time. His kiss slid to her ear and said in a low voice, "You still won't say it." The sweat on her forehead and nose was broken into pieces, and her heart was still struggling and trembling. In the end, she didn't say anything. At three o'clock, he made a phone call. It was arranged over there. Now Harry could go there. Stacy stood at the porch and tied a tie around his collar, looking serious and focused. He wrapped his arms around her waist. "What should I do if I don't want to go?" Stacy said in a low voice, "You're not afraid that those employees will be disappointed, so you don't have to go." In addition to companie
"A little." The general manager of several branches gave him a toast, so he had to drink. He got closer to her, and the heat of his words tickled her face, making it itchy. Stacy slightly turned her head, while Harry pinched her face, pulled her face straight, let her look at herself, and asked, "Is it unpleasant?" Stacy nodded and said, "It's all the smell of wine. What do you think?" "Then I'll take a shower." He smiled sullenly. "Would you like to take a bath with me?" Stacy blushed and pushed him. "Don't stop." Seeing her blushing face, he laughed even deeper. He stood up from the bedside and went to the bathroom. Soon, the sound of running water came from the bathroom. Stacy wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, feeling inexplicably nervous. After a while, a deep voice came from the bathroom. "Help me get my clothes." Stacy raised her head and looked at the glass door of the bathroom. She remembered that when she took a bath, s
Harry looked up at the woman sitting at the table and couldn't help frowning deeply. It was not because Ethan was dead, but he felt that this matter must have something to do with Janet. Since she decided to marry Ethan's security bureau, he felt that something was wrong. Sure enough, Ethan's security bureau died before the end of this year. He walked to the window and said when he was sure that Stacy couldn't hear him, "Where did he die?" "At home, I am at the scene. When I heard the news at that time, I was also shocked. He died without illness or disaster. Is it retribution?" Boyce said. Harry did not believe in ghosts and gods. This was a real world. "I'll go now." If it had nothing to do with Stacy, he would not have meddled in this kind of thing. Even if it was Ethan, he would not intervene. What he was afraid of now was that it had something to do with the farmers. Stacy and Janet had been dependent on each other for many years and