r, save my son, please save my son, I have only one son, he is so young."Zhou's mother grabbed the doctor's white coat and cried."Auntie."Hailin took her hand back, apologized and thanked the doctor.t...Chapter 1735

after his nephew was all right, Haitong took out his mobile phone, took pictures of flowers and clothes, and sent them to Zhan Yin.

Zhan Yin called her soon.

"wife, who gave you the bouquet"

Zhan Yin asked angrily, who is bold enough to send flowers to his Zhan Yin's wife

"can't you see that those clothes are suits And the tie is for you, and that bunch of flowers is for you, too. "

Zhan Yin: ". Gave it to me "

his aggressiveness vanished at once.

is for him!

that nuisance, mischievous, sending him flowers and clothes, deliberately wants him to get into trouble with Haitong, right

he hastened to explain: "Honey, I definitely didn't mess with anyone outside, let alone did anything wrong to you." Does the card say who sent it I'll get even with her! "

"the signature is not written. I don't know who sent it."

Haitong guessed that it should be Miss Duan.

Last night, Zhan Yin just told her that Miss Duan had a crush on him and seduced the palm of his hand. Today, someone sent flowers and clothes to Zhan Yin. Apart from Miss Duan, Haitong could not think of a second person.

in Dongguan City, who doesn't know Zhan Yin is married

who doesn't know that Zhan Yin spoils his wife, even if there are still some people who do not give up on Zhan Yin and secretly love him, no one dares to pursue Zhan Yin openly, that is beyond his power.

in Guancheng, the daughter of a famous family, how many people have a status comparable to that of Shang Xiaofei

when Shang Xiaofei pursued Zhan Yin, what did Zhan Yin do to Shang Xiaofei

so in Guancheng, no one is stupid enough to fight against Haitong.

"which one has enough to eat and mess with me like this Honey, don't get me wrong, I really didn't hook up outside. "

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Zhan Yin is most afraid of Haitong misunderstanding him and explains again and again.

"I'm sure you didn't check it out. I'm sending it to you to ask what you mean. Do you want to take these things for you"

"throw it all in the trash can. I won't wear anything except the clothes you gave me."

Zhan Yin didn't even think about it and asked Haitong to throw the bouquet together with those suits into the dustbin.

"throw it away It's all brand goods. It's worth a lot of money. "

Hai Tong said deliberately: "it's a pity to throw it away. It's someone else's idea anyway. Maybe it will be sent again tomorrow."

Zhan Yin: ". Tong Tong, don't tease me at this time. I really don't accept clothes given to me by others! Throw it away! throw it all away! I told Uncle Ming that if anyone sent me anything again, I couldn't take it all and throw it away without telling him in advance that he would take it. "

"I mean throw it away, but she doesn't know you threw it away, thinks you took it, and then gives it to you every day. You'd better return it to her and let her know that you won't be moved by her gift, let alone accept her gift."

"only by hitting her in the face can she give up and she won't send you any more presents."

Zhan Yin thinks his wife has a point, but he doesn't know who sent it.

he is always clean. He is clean before marriage and never has an affair with other women after marriage.

"how did it go with Boss Duan"

Hai Tong did not directly express her suspicion, but suddenly changed a question, and Zhan Yin thought of Duan Qianqian.

he and Mr. Duan have been having dinner in the hotel and had a good chat. Haitong sent him a photo, and he hurried out of the room to make a phone call, and now it is the third man who is talking with Mr. Duan.

Duan was always true to his word. He was the only one who kept his appointment without that obnoxious Duan Qianqian.w, the Internet is so developed now, although it happens in your river city, as long as you get on the Internet, I can see it in the city."Qiao Han suddenly felt that he was doomed to fail again when...