Chapter 169 Her One Hundred Million

Later, he cheated again and again, and felt that the wives here were not as considerate, beautiful, or charming as the women outside. Later, he divorced just as he imagined, and then he could be with those women openly, no longer sneaking around. He did live a life of drunkenness and dreams, but in the end, he found that such a life was not what he wanted. He got sick and had no children. He traveled all over the place to treat his illness. The company also went bankrupt, and he returned to the state of having nothing when he graduated from college. No, he was not nothing at that time. He still had Xiang Ke. No matter how hard he was, Xiang Ke never let him go hungry. No matter how tired he was, he would have a place to rest. No matter how down and out he was, Xiang Ke would not leave him.

And those women, when he had no power, which one was willing to stay by his side and suffer with him.

He touched his face. In the past five years, he had aged a lot. There were a lot of white hairs on his temples. He was as thin as a ghost. Most of his classmates now had successful careers and children, but he was the only one who was alone.

"Song Yang?" This was a person calling his name.

It seemed that he was a little unsure whether it was him.

"You are..." Song Yang narrowed his eyes. For a moment, he couldn't remember who this person was. He had some impression, but it had been too long and he really forgot.

"I am Luo Qiguang," the man smiled. He was wearing a gray casual suit, refreshing and clean. He wore a pair of glasses on his face. He was young and promising, mature and steady. He was holding a beautiful little girl in his arms. The little girl was holding a doll in her arms. She opened her big black and white eyes and looked at Song Yang without blinking.

Song Yang opened his mouth, "It turned out to be you?" He remembered that it was the one in the dormitory who didn't talk all day. It was said that his family conditions were good, but he was very dull. He only lived in the school for one year and then he left, saying that he was going to join the army.

This rich second generation is good, all thanks to his family, and he has lived a lot less than others.

"It's me," Luo Qiguang smiled, then rubbed the little head of the child in his arms, "Niuniu, call uncle."

"Uncle," the little girl called Song Yang obediently. Song Yang touched her body for a long time, but didn't find anything, so it was quite embarrassing.

And Luo Qiguang didn't say anything, just smiled.

"Is this your daughter?" Song Yang asked, and after asking, he felt that his words were a bit redundant. The child's eyes were too similar to Luo Qiguang's, they were exactly the same. If she wasn't his daughter, could she be his sister?

"Yes, my daughter, three years old," Luo Qiguang kissed his daughter's little face, and the little girl smiled happily at her father, but suddenly, she didn't see anything and had to go to the ground.

Luo Qiguang had to put his daughter down.

"Mom," the little girl shouted, and ran to a woman.

The woman heard her daughter's voice, turned around, and just caught the little girl. She squatted down, adjusted the hat on her daughter's head, picked her up, and then talked and laughed with the people around her.

Song Yang's face turned pale.

"That's my wife," Luo Qiguang put his hands in his pockets, "We have been married for four years."

"Song Yang," he said again, staring at the frost on Song Yang's face seriously, "Thank you for letting her go, otherwise I might not find her in my whole life, you may not know," at that time, he smiled, full of memories, memories that belonged to them in that era.

"In fact, I fell in love with her one step earlier than you."

Song Yang's face was gray, as if he had aged ten years, and then he was ashamed.

He turned around and left here step by step. The camera finally fell on his shadow and began to blur gradually.

Cut, Huang Ming shouted, and then everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you for your hard work," Huang Ming smiled with narrowed eyes, "Our play is finally finished, you don't have to eat boxed lunch today," he patted his chest, "I will treat everyone to a big meal today."

The others cheered, finally finished filming, and could have a good rest.

Yan Huan held the little girl's hand, and was reluctant to let it go. This was the little actor they found. The little girl was very beautiful and smart.

She was thinking, if the child in her previous life was a girl, would she grow up to be as beautiful, her baby, her little princess, her everything, but it was a pity that the child did not live for six months, and she had not even seen what she looked like.

The child's mother came over at this time.

Yan Huan finally let go of the little girl's hand and let the child's mother take it away, but she kept staring at the mother and daughter, and couldn't help but feel a little sour in the corners of her eyes.

She must give birth to a daughter in the future. She thought that the child in her previous life should come back.

At this time, someone patted her shoulder. It was Yiling.

"What's wrong? What are you thinking about?" Yi Ling took a bottle of water and handed it to her.

"Thank you," Yan Huan took it, put it to her mouth, and drank it. I want to ask her what she is thinking about. By the way, what is she thinking about?

"I'm thinking," she smiled, "I must give birth to a daughter in the future."

Yiling shrugged her shoulders, "You haven't become famous yet, but you're thinking about having a baby. You don't have a partner yet, but you're thinking about having a baby. You haven't married yet, but you're thinking about having a baby. Even if you want to have a baby, you have to find a man."

Yan Huan took another sip of water. Perhaps the light in her sight was a little too distant.

And who should she find to have a baby? This question needs to be thought about carefully. In this life, she doesn't want to get married or have a man, but she wants a child. But without a man, where can she have a child.

In the evening, Huang Ming paid for everyone to have a big meal out of his own pocket. After the filming of "Divorce", they all had to go their separate ways.

"Happy cooperation," Huang Ming shook Yan Huan's hand. He was very satisfied with the filming process this time.

"If there is a chance, I hope to continue to work with you."

"Yes," Yan Huan also shook his hand. There are many opportunities. She took Huang Ming's 100 million. No matter what happens in the future, she will repay him for this favor.

Huang Ming still smiled shyly. Who could have imagined that such a seemingly ordinary man would become the winner of the little golden man and the biggest winner in life a few years later?

Yan Huan looked forward to his growth and, of course, her one hundred million in the near future.