"President, let's go next..."

"Sit and watch."

He knew that Song Kechen would ask him for an explanation, and sure enough, at night, Lu Fan received a text message from Song Kechen: "Haoqi Cafe, I'll wait for you."

Below the text message was written: 'Song Kechen' in three big characters, and at the same time, Lu Fan also received a notice that Lin Wei was back, and excitedly put on a suit and went to the airport to arrest him. Song Kechen's invitation to him was forgotten by him. ...

Jiangcheng Airport.

A black figure walked in the distance, Lin Wei was dressed casually, her ponytail was neatly tied behind her head, her face was pale and her cheeks were sunken, looking a little haggard, Lu Fan recognized her at a glance.

"Weiwei! You're finally back!" He ran over excitedly, looking at the little baby in Lin Wei's arms with a face full of surprise, "This...my son!"

Looking at Lu Fan who suddenly appeared, Lin Wei was full of precautions. She wanted to escape but was trapped in his arms, and she was even more familiar with Xiaomo! Is this man so shameless?

The hand touching her cheek was mercilessly patted off by her, and Lin Wei hugged the child and stepped back: "Sorry, this is just my son!"

Her unfeeling made Lu Fan's heart quiet for a moment. After a moment of silence, he instantly became active, "Okay, then let's go home!"

"Go back...home?" Lin Wei was shocked, with a light mockery in her words: "I'm in Jiangcheng...do you still have a home?"

"Of course! My home is your home! And our son!"

Lin Xue glanced at him with a dark face, and there was a hint of sarcasm on the corner of his mouth, "Stop teasing, keep talking about your son, you probably forgot how you treated him when he was born! If it wasn't for God's blessing, Xiao Mo would have died long ago! "

The cruel words were like ice slag, and they also brought the memory of the two to the day of delivery. The atmosphere suddenly became silent, and Lu Fan didn't dare to mention it again.

Song Kechen didn't see Lu Fan until it was dark. The coffee cup in his hand was reset on the table by him, and his hatred for Lu Fan deepened!

Do you despise him? One day he will make him pay for Su Qi's death!

After thinking for a while, Song Kechen decided to call Lin Wei's number. He left without saying goodbye. I wonder if she would be sad, but after a few beeps, an impatient male voice came over the phone. somewhat familiar...

Song Kechen was taken aback. He glanced at the screen of his mobile phone in disbelief. The call was definitely not wrong. There was only one possibility. Lin Wei had really returned to China to find Lu Fan!

He gritted his teeth: "Lu Fan!! Where is Weiwei?!"

"Lin Wei is my wife, naturally she is with me."

Lu Fan's voice was proud: "But I still want to thank you for taking care of me, my wife, and my wife in the past six months!" He emphasized those three words, and even declared his sovereignty.

"You ask Lin Wei to answer the phone." Song Kechen said after being silent for a long time.

The door of the bathroom was opened, and a burst of hot air came out. Lin Wei wiped her hair and walked out. Song Kechen heard Lin Wei's voice clearly. He excitedly called her name on the phone, but Lu Fan refused coldly. : "I won't let Lin Wei have any contact with you again. I hope you won't disturb Lin Wei again in the future."

Lu Fan stared at the number on the screen, and immediately pressed the delete button. It seemed that he was going to change Lin Wei's phone card!

The fragrance of the shower gel floated from far to near. The little woman behind her turned her back to him, and her wet hair fell on her shoulders. Lu Fan grabbed the hair dryer in her hand and said domineeringly, "I'll blow it for you!"

Before she could refuse, he was pressed on the chair by him. What is this?

"Wei Wei." He suddenly said, which made Lin Wei's heart tighten.

"Don't contact Song Kechen in the future, okay?" Lu Fan's approaching pleading tone made Lin Wei's heart tremble. Never thought that he would beg him like this just to change her a "good", it was too late.