At this moment, Zhang Lingyun suddenly grabbed Jiao Yaqing's little hand.
"Is it because of Sheng Zhiyu? If you don't love him, break up with him. I don't care what happened to you before." Including the two children around her, he only loved her. For her, he could accept everything about her.
Jiao Yaqing couldn't help shaking her head. She had sold herself to Sheng Zhiyu as a mistress. Was she qualified to break up with him? Even if they broke up in a month, she would never choose Zhang Lingyun.
"It's not because of Sheng Zhiyu, but because neither of us can go back to the past." If she could, she really wanted to go back to the past. She missed the scene when she read books, went shopping with Zhang Lingyun, and made wishes to the sky, but she could not come back. What welcomed her was only darkness and the bottomless abyss...
"If you want it, we can do it," Zhang Lingyun said excitedly. Why couldn't he go back to the past? From her eyes, he could tell that she cared about him.
"I have two children. Can you accept them?"
"I can accept it," Zhang Lingyun said without hesitation.
"You saw what happened just now. I have something to do with Sheng Zhiyu."
"I don't care." He didn't care if it was fake, but if he loved her, he could support her past. What he cared about was her future.
Jiao Yaqing thought that Zhang Lingyun would have a solution, but she didn't expect him to answer without hesitation. She had to admit that his answer shocked her and made her look forward to it for a moment.
However, at this moment, her cell phone suddenly rang. When she saw the number on the phone, her expectation disappeared at that moment.
Zhang Lingyun's face darkened slightly. Why was she so afraid of Sheng Zhiyu? What on earth had happened between her and Sheng Zhiyu?
"Mr. Sheng!" Jiao Yaqing said calmly, but her little hand was holding the phone tightly, and her expression was not good.
"Where are you? I'll pick you up." Her voice was overbearing and cold, and there was no room for negotiation. She had to go with him.
Jiao Yaqing subconsciously looked at Zhang Lingyun beside her. A trace of nervousness flashed across her heart, but she still opened her mouth.
"I'm in the Zhang's Villa. My leg sprained..."
"Hum, hum..." Before Jiao Yaqing could finish her words, her phone was hung up. She looked at the phone in her hand and quickly put it away. She knew that Sheng Zhiyu would come over soon, but she didn't want to leave now. She wanted to see the child.
"Why are you so afraid of Sheng Zhiyu? What happened to you?" Zhang Lingyun finally couldn't help asking. How could Sheng Zhiyu turn such a proud Jiao Yaqing into her current state?
"It's useless to say these things. In short, please don't waste time on me," Jiao Yaqing said calmly. There was no trace of emotion in her tone. She thought that she wouldn't care, but she didn't expect to see the expression on Zhang Lingyun's face. Her heart still skipped a beat.
"Qingqing, no matter what happened to you, tell me. No matter what happens, let's face it together." Zhang Lingyun held Jiao Yuqing's shoulders tightly and said. It seemed that he wanted to transfer his power to her.
"Mommy, you're back!" Ling Ling was the first to run in. She pushed Zhang Lingyun away in an overbearing manner and got into Jiao Yaqing's arms. She missed her so much that she didn't see her mother come back last night.
Zhang Lingyun's body was still in the posture of being pushed. Suddenly, a small figure flashed in front of him again, and a delicate face flashed in front of him in an instant. He was stunned for a moment. This child looked very similar to Sheng Zhiyu. Was he really Sheng Zhiyu's son? At this moment, Zhang Lingyun was lost in thought. Did Jiao Yaqing and Sheng Zhiyu have a story six years ago?
"Handsome uncle, are you worried about Mommy?" He had heard what Zhang Lingyun had just said. His words were so affectionate. He should be someone who loved Mommy very much.
Zhang Lingyun raised his eyebrows. The child's eyes were as deep as Sheng Zhiyu's, shining in the darkness, making people involuntarily fall into his bottomless abyss.
"Well, it must be not easy for your mommy to take you two with her these years. Look at your mommy, she has lost a lot of weight," Zhang Lingyun said with a chuckle and pulled Yan Yang into his arms. He was too delicate. Even if he looked so similar to Sheng Zhiyu, he still wanted to hold him in his arms.