"Baby, are you home?"

    Xia Zhi walks into the room. The empty living room is empty. It seems a little deserted because there is no Fu Shaoxin and her two children. Because she is pregnant, Fu Zijing takes the initiative to ask to pick up her two children and live there. Xia Zhi insists on staying in Fu Shaoxin''s home, so that she can have a sense of security and belonging.

    She opened the huge TV screen in the living room, where the financial news was playing. The host and Jiabin were eloquent in analyzing and commenting on the personnel changes of Fu group. She took a look and turned the TV to silent.

    In this way, the cold home seems to have a trace of popularity.

    "Here I am."

    The light in the living room is warm yellow. There are several books on the tea table in front of the sofa. A child care classic is placed on the top. There are Fu Shaoxin''s handwriting on the open book.

    Since Fu Shaoxin went to the United States, she has never moved anything in the room, as if he had been there all the time.

    "Shaoxin, we have been together for so long, do you have anything that has a profound impact or something that you especially regret?"

    Xia Zhi is lying on the sofa, gently holding the phone, as if he is still around.

    Fu Shaoxin''s voice is very light: "of course."

    "Can you tell me?"

    Fu Shaoxin chuckled: "what I regret most is that I should have slept with you when I slept in the same room with you."

    Xia Zhi thought of that day''s embarrassment, and his face was slightly hot. Only a man like Fu Shaoxin could say such shameless and obscene words as well as love words.

    "I''m serious with you."

    "Do you think I''m lying?"

    "Hooligans."

    Xia Zhi lies on the sofa, murmurs in a low voice. Her hand holding the phone has been slightly released, and her breath has become slow and even. She is too tired. Her tired body can''t resist the continuous sleepiness. Her eyes are closed gently, and her mouth unconsciously spits out a fuzzy word.

    "Shaoxin, I love you!"

    The light in the living room is warm, and Xia Zhi''s telephone pillow is beside his ear. Unconsciously, he has fallen asleep.

    Across the other end of the earth with 12 time differences.

    Fu Shaoxin sat in the vast sea of flowers, holding the phone, eyes affectionate, gentle expression.

    Seems to be acting freely.

    "In fact, what I regret most is that I didn''t meet you earlier."

    Meet you earlier and make you the only one in my life.

    ......

    North wing, South City.

    A humble car is moving forward in the night. If you look carefully, you will find that this saloon car with no special features is actually valuable. All the lights are shining on the car, and then quickly disappear in the night.

    George sat in the car, his walking stick never left his body, sitting straight in the back seat, eyes gently closed, hands crossed in the top of the walking stick, no expression on his face.

    The man''s facial features are deep, and he always has a beard on his chin. He doesn''t look out of the way, but has a deep attraction.

    His type of man is a little girl''s favorite nowadays.

    Uncle.

    The dim light of the roadside flashed on his well-defined face, and patches of shadows were delivered between the light and the light, which only he could see until now. His hand on the crutch trembled slightly.

    The bodyguard driving didn''t seem surprised.

    Because Mr. George, who is always calm and calm in front of others, is the only dead woman.

    The caravan stopped in front of a house in the suburb, the door opened, and the bodyguard bowed his head respectfully: "here we are, sir."

    George was wearing a black suit, a knee length windbreaker, and black gloves on his hand. He took off the gloves and handed them to the waiting bodyguard. Then he raised his hand to tidy up his collar and clothes. After making sure that his clothes were clean and tidy every time, he walked to the house.

    The style of this building is a little different from that of Chinese architecture. The heavy gate seems to have experienced countless storms, standing firmly on the high steps. When people step on the first step, they pay attention to the high entrance.

    When George''s shoes fell on the last step, the heavy door of the house slowly opened with a kind of awe inspiring air.

    Several servants came out of the door and bowed respectfully: "Sir, please come in."

    George walked past the servant without expression and entered the brightly lit room.

    His usual steady steps seemed a little flustered and hasty at the moment.

    The living room is decorated luxuriously and thickly, not like a place to live, but like a small exhibition hall. The first thing that comes into view is a two meter high stone sculpture. Next to the sculpture is a fountain surrounded by water. When someone enters, it will spray free and flexible water mist.

    After this sculpture, there is a more open space. The huge and valuable crystal lamps are cascading down, and the fine light gray leather sofa is elegant, just like its owner. There is a regular marble tea table in the center, on which a set of exquisite and valuable tea sets are placed.

    However, there is no one in the gorgeous living room. George went to the sofa and sat down.

    At this time, there was a fine and clear sound of footsteps coming from the stairs. Although the sound of high-heeled shoes hitting the ground was light, it was very powerful. It was like an incomparably wonderful symphony, which came into George''s ears.

    George immediately got up, put his clothes in order, and looked at the stairs.

    A graceful and elegant woman came down in a professional suit.

    "Here you are." Every detail of a woman''s face shows her high standards and requirements. Even if it''s just the color of lipstick and the length of eyelashes, she will make careful adjustments. Even if she is at home at night, she is still beautiful and elegant, and does not allow herself to be a little embarrassed.

    This woman''s eyebrows reveal a long time in the high atmosphere and calm.

    She is Xia Zhi''s mother, Xia Xuan.

    In Xia Xuan''s tone, there is a slight alienation, and there is no extra emotion.

    George''s face was respectful, his head was low, and a faint word came out of his mouth.

    After Xia Xuan sat down, George sat down again, straight and upright.

    "How''s your job?"

    George makes a cup of tea for Xia Xuan and hands it to her. Xia Xuan takes it with her well maintained hands.

    The warm cup is the temperature she is used to. Sixty degrees is neither more nor less.

    Her fingertips gently held the tea cup and opened it. The red petals inside floated on the water, and a trace of heat came out.

    Among the more than ten kinds of scented tea on the table, George chose the rose she loved very accurately, not too many, not good, just six pieces, which was her favorite number.

    Xia Xuan flicks the petals as if she didn''t notice the details. Her tight eyes droop, looking at the water in the glass, waiting for his answer.

    "She doesn''t know about it yet."

    Xia Xuan''s action in her hand made her look a little displeased and disappointed: "why don''t you tell her that I''ve been waiting for so long to find my child? Since I''ve found you, I don''t want to marry her at all? You have to know that you are the most important person the old man relies on. There is no child around him. If Xia Zhi doesn''t come back, the old man will donate all his life''s property in a muddle headed way. At that time, we will have nothing. "

    Bang! Xia Xuan''s voice also raised a little: "what are you waiting for? I have to doubt whether it was selfish of you to hide her a few years ago, or did you know she was my daughter for a long time? Well, threaten me later? "

    George is really selfish in hiding Xia Zhi, because he doesn''t want Xia Xuan to find out that he saved a woman who looks like her. He doesn''t want Xia Xuan to know his feelings for her. Every time he sees Xia Zhi, it''s like seeing Xia Xuan. The feeling of being depended on by Xia Zhi is like being depended on by her. He doesn''t want someone to break the most secret fantasy in his heart.

    George remained silent, looking down at the back of his hand on his knee, knuckles clear, fingertips trembling slightly.

    "Ma''am, give me a little more time, I will bring her back to you, but now that she has children and husband, I''m afraid she won''t want to give up easily."

    With anger in her eyes, Xia Xuan slaps her hand heavily on the table, and her tone is condensed: "who left her husband in October when she was pregnant? Oh, how can my daughter be so promising? If she doesn''t want me to help her, all the information about that man will be sent to me today. Xia Zhi has no reason to refuse the generous gift I will leave her. This matter must be solved as soon as possible. "

    "The man is now abroad, waiting for surgery." George''s palm was on his knee. He felt his palm cold.

    "Let him never come back. You can''t handle a small Fu group. What do I want you to do?"

    "Please give me a little more time."

    "I''ve given you enough time. If you don''t bring people back in ten days, you can''t keep your experimental base."

    With that, Xia Xuan stands up and sweeps his wide trousers across the floor. The soft cloth falls into George''s eyes, which makes his heart tighten.

    "Ma''am."

    "Anything else?"

    "I''ll try my best." George''s eyes followed her back until they disappeared at the corner of the stairs.

    Fu Shaoxin!

    Xia Zhi!

    The next morning, Xia Zhi opens her eyes, and her mobile phone falls on the carpet beside her sofa. She rubs her stuffy head, picks up the phone, and the screen lights up. There comes Fu Shaoxin''s gentle voice.

    "Baby, you wake up."

    Xia Zhi looks at the eight lost call records on the phone, her eyes suddenly wet.

    "Why are you so stupid."

    "I''m sleeping with you. Did you sleep well last night?"