The President’s Number One Fresh Wife

Lan Xing sighed again: "Unexpectedly, your ex-husband turned out to be this ending. Perhaps this is a causal cycle. He abandons his wife's retribution."

Sister Lan changed her leg and gave Blue Star a massage: "I believe in God here, but I still believe in our reincarnation of good and evil. Although so many years have passed, I have no love or hatred for my ex-husband, but I often teach me Son, no matter what you do, you must have a clear heart. Being an upright and good person will be rewarded."

"Indeed, a person has a long life. There is no guarantee that everything is done right and the choice is accurate, but at least it must be worthy of conscience."

Lan Xing's feelings caused sister Lan to laugh: "Miss Lan, how old are you, how can you see through life. I have lived two years of yours, and I still feel that many have not seen through." "

Lan Xing smiled embarrassedly, so he chatted with Sister Lan about other things, and the time passed quickly.

Ma Jichang was invited to a project on the development of Asian Internet and win-win cooperation. Now that the global Internet is developing rapidly, Ma Jichang is also interested in this aspect, so stop by and take a look.

The meeting was held in a large conference room on the 9th floor of a five-star hotel. For such a grand occasion, the quality and service of the hotel staff are very demanding. The hotel’s manager Song Qian did not slack off to constantly patrol this floor in order to deal with emergencies.

Seeing the meeting came to an end, Song Qian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and went to the corridor to rest with her back against the wall.

Ma Jichang came out of the bathroom and strode while adjusting his cuffs. Three steps have passed, Song Qian stopped suddenly and turned her head slowly. And he turned his head and looked over, seeing Song Qian also tilting her head.

Seven years, counting from the day Song Qian left, the two have not seen each other for seven full years.

After Song Qian left Ma Jichang, she followed the man to settle abroad, and Ma Jichang deliberately did not pay attention to Song Qian. It's just that neither of them expected that seven years later, they would meet at such a time and place without warning.

Seven years is neither long nor short. I won't forget everything, but at least goodbye is no longer the initial pain or resentment.

Ma Jichang turned around, did not go forward, and said very gentlemanly: "Long time no see."

Song Qian was also quite calm, her lips curled up slightly: "Long time no see."

The two people are separated for several years, and they are not strangers. They have more than ten years of memories and a son. So Song Qian took the initiative to ask: "Are you also here to attend this meeting?"

"Well, invited by friends in the industry, I happen to be here, so I'll come over and take a look." Ma Jichang said and glanced at Song Qian's capable navy blue uniform and the golden bar on her chest: "You work here?"

Song Qian nodded: "Well, I am the manager here."

What else did Song Qian say, the waiter's announcement came from the headset, saying that the meeting was over and the guests had left one after another.

"Ma Jichang, I need to deal with some things now. If it is convenient for you, can you go to the coffee shop on the second floor for a cup of coffee. I want to know how my son is doing."

This is a reasonable request from a mother. Song Qian gave him a son during such a difficult time, which he was grateful for all her life. So, he went to the cafe on the second floor.

Half an hour later, Song Qian hurried to the second floor, took a look around, quickly adjusted her appearance and hair, and walked to Ma Jichang's seat: "Sorry, I made you wait for a long time."

auzw.com Ma Jichang did not look impatient, but instead invited the waiter to order a cup of coffee that Song Qian once liked.

Song Qian stirred the coffee, her heart mixed, but her face was still calm: "Haoxuan, I am ten years old this year. I should be in the third grade of elementary school. Do you have a photo of him? I want to see it."

Ma Jichang took out his mobile phone: "I will take a few photos of Haoxuan every year on his birthday. I organized a photo album in my mobile phone mailbox. I will send it to you."

Song Qian is very grateful: "My email is my mobile phone number, I will write it to you."

Song Qian immediately wrote her mobile phone number on a napkin. Ma Jichang sent the album to Song Qian's mailbox. After Song Qian received it, she couldn't wait to turn it over. Every time she looked at one, she gently touched her finger, as if her son was right in front of her. Later, I might find myself out of shape, so I quickly closed my phone, took a deep breath, and said, "I'm sorry, it took you too much time."

Ma Jichang shook his head, took a sip of coffee, and tried to calm down and asked: "Why did you come out to work? Doesn't your husband think you are so hard?"

Victoria Song pursed the corners of her lips and said, "My husband has passed away for several years. I was bored at home, so I went out to work to kill time."

Ma Jichang unexpectedly Song Qian's husband had passed away. He had seen that man back then, although he was over fifty years old, he looked very energetic.

"Sorry, I shouldn't mention this."

Song Qian smiled, shrugged her shoulders indifferently, and then asked, "What about you? Now that you are a successful person, you must have another family."

Ma Jichang shook the coffee cup, and then generously admitted: "I currently have a girlfriend. Although I haven't discussed marriage yet, I like her very much."

Song Qian smiled unabatedly: "Then I congratulate you."

Ma Jichang left the hotel and went to the Chinese restaurant to ask for nutritious soup to take back to the hospital.

Seeing that she was familiar with them, Sister Lan said, "Mr. Ma, the things outside are unhygienic after all. If you don't dislike it, my house is not far from here. I can make soup from home and make some nutritious meals to bring. "

Ma Jichang is naturally very grateful, and has repeatedly said that the cost of soup and nutritious meals will definitely be calculated separately.

At night, Ma Jichang spoke with Blue Star, and by the way, he tapped his notebook to deal with some company affairs. Only today, Ma Jichang will be inexplicably distracted by the laptop screen.

"Ma Jichang, if you are tired, go back and rest. You've been tired out for a while," Lan Xing said thoughtfully.

Ma Jichang returned to his senses, turned to look at Blue Star, closed his laptop and came to the bedside. He grabbed Lan Xing's hand and held it in his hand, and confessed: "Lan Xing, I met someone today."

Lan Xing thought wisely: "Is this person making you uneasy?"

Ma Jichang nodded: "She is Song Qian, who is Haoxuan's biological mother. I didn't expect to meet her when I went to the meeting today."

When Ma Jichang mentioned his ex-wife, Lan Xing was very calm and didn't feel jealous or upset. She didn't know if she trusted Ma Jichang too much, or because she didn't care.

"This is the first time you have seen each other since you separated. You are uneasy about this, can't you let her go?" Lan Xing asked calmly.