The conference room of Joe's building.

When Ling Yan burst in, the meeting was at a critical juncture.

"Mr. Qiao, I'm sorry. I didn't stop my wife." The Secretary of the president first admitted his mistake.

Qiao yunmo waved his hand: "you all go out."

All the people were stunned for a second. When they reacted, they immediately withdrew as quickly as possible. The Secretary of the president was the last one to leave. When he left, he took the door of the conference room with consideration.

"Xiaoyan, why are you here?"

Before Qiao yunmo walked over, Ling Yan made a splash and knelt down.

Her hands poked, with tears falling down, the whole person trembled.

In the market, Qiao's president, whose face has not changed, was completely defeated when she fell on her knees.

He almost ran in front of her, holding her shoulder: "you get up first, I promise you anything."

How could he bear her being so humble in front of him.

Ling Yan, who has always been thin, burst out powerful energy at this moment. She pushed her hand on her shoulder: "no, I won't get up if you don't promise me."

She now two deep tears: "you let my daughter, as long as you don't hurt her, I promise you anything."

By the time Aunt Mary called, her world had collapsed.

Xiaowen was taken away.

She could hardly imagine that such a fragile little life was suffering in a place she could not see or control at the moment.

She knelt forward, two hands firmly grasp the corner of the man's clothes, head up, humble to the dust: "she is still so small, she does not know anything."

Will think of to hurt her daughter's person, she can think of, only in front of this man.

Struggling to escape his own father's two murders, can't Xiao Wen escape this disaster after all?

Is it destiny? If it's a way to save her life?

The man was standing there, and the woman he loved was kneeling down to beg him.

Once he thought that it was only a matter of time for him to overcome the obstacles between them as long as he gave up those fearless obsessions.

Until now, he knew that the faults that had been made were destined to leave an indelible mark.

"Originally, in your eyes, I am so mean." He looked at the empty air, powerless to collapse.

In such a big meeting room, the sobs are very clear.

"Xiaoyan, is that the only man in your heart?" Ask out the moment of this sentence, he has a clear understanding, what is the taste of despair.

However, his thoughts and emotions could not reach Ling Yan at the moment.

Her daughter is gone, her lovely little Wen is gone, her heart is hollowed out, all other things, even her life, are irrelevant.

"You let her go, I beg you to let my daughter go."

His hands fell down feebly, Qiao yunmo laughed at himself, stepped back and looked at the woman he loved, who also made him heartache: "if I killed you and his daughter, would you kill me without hesitation?"

Kill, kill, kill

Ling Yan covers her head, and she feels that her head is about to be filled with this word.

I don't know when, it's raining outside.

Raindrops hit the clear glass, making a clear sound.

Qiao yunmo looked at the water mark on the glass and asked himself for the first time, is it necessary to clean up this mess?

Behind him, a woman's voice mixed in the rain, far and dim: "she is your daughter..."