Then Sean turned his head and looked at a black car not far away. "Mr. Mo is still drunk in the car. He have drunk from noon to afternoon. We have been waiting for you for an hour."

Seeing the direction that Sean was looking at, Poppi's heart was stirred with various feelings, but in the end, she turned into a cold voice, "what if I don't see him?"

"Poppi! Poppi! Take me to find Poppi! "

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard someone knocking on the car door, followed by Malcolm's shouting in the car, "Sean, take me to my wife..."

Poppi felt both angry and funny, Half of his face was pressed against the car window, and Malcolm was screaming, which made his not elegant at all.

Sean sighed leisurely. "Mrs. Mo, if you don't go with us, we can do nothing but kidnap you." Then with a gesture of "please", Sean said, "please follow me, Mrs. Mo."

"Miss Poppi..."

"You can go back first. I'll go and have a look." Poppi reminded the assistant. The assistant took a look at Sean, nodded, turned around and left. "Let's go." Poppi took a deep breath While walking, she dialed Emily's number.

In the hospital of Ye city.

"Will Poppi not come?" Asked Benson.

"Yes." Emily nodded and hung up the phone. "She said it was private things, so she didn't come."

"All right." "It's getting late. Are you going back?" Benson asked

"Are you so eager to drive me away?" Emily raised her eyebrows.

"Of course not!" Benson was nervous at once. When he was about to explain, he saw the derisive smile on Emily's face. He couldn't help laughing. "You've really become as naughty as Poppi. You know that I didn't mean that."

"Then what do you mean?" Emily turned her head and asked with a smile.

"I'm just thinking that you've just come back home and spent the whole afternoon with me. You must be tired. Go home early and have a rest. Don't tire yourself and the children." Still, Benson patiently explained, "it's a good idea to come here early tomorrow!"

Emily nodded and then shook her head, "no, I want to stay here with you."

"Here..."

"I've made up my mind. You can't find any reason to let me go!" Emily said first and stopped Benson. "I've been in the detention center for a long time and I'm used to resting in the hospital. It's like a paradise for me. So don't try to persuade me. "

Hearing Emily's words, Benson felt a little sad. "Emily, I'm sorry. It's not fair for you," he said

"I deserve it." Emily smiled and touched her belly, "It's just so good for the little guy."

"Will he move?" Benson asked, "Two days ago, Poppi said that her belly moved a little. Do you still have not get the time? And when will you do the prenatal checkups? "

"I don't know yet.. Do you want to have a touch?" Emily pointed to her belly.

"Is that okay?" Hearing that, Benson smiled. However, he seemed to be about to try to escape as soon as possible. He asked, "is it

let you go. "

Bang! Bang! Bang

Poppi's heart beat faster and faster and she did not feel uncomfortable though the smell of alcohol on Malcolm was much stronger.

"Our baby is still alive, isn't it?" But before long, Malcolm put his hand on the flat belly of Poppi again. He grinned like a child who got candy. "I touched it!"

"Uh..."

But at this moment, the look on her face suddenly changed as Poppi let out a short groan.

"What's wrong?" When Malcolm was about to take back his hand, he found that Poppi's belly bulged. Then she groaned again.

"Is Is the baby moving? " Malcolm asked in disbelief with his eyes wide open.

Poppi suddenly nodded and was too nervous to say anything. She had just felt the baby's heartbeat a few days ago, so she still had not adapted to it.

"Oh, my God!" Malcolm exclaimed, "look! He must be very excited since he knows I'm his father!"! Baby, are you here? I'm your father! "

Before Malcolm finished his words, her belly was bulging slightly, which made him more excited. Then he lowered his head and kissed the Poppi's abdomen.

Poppi was speechless and wanted to laugh, but when she opened her mouth, she suddenly wanted to cry.

Malcolm lay on Poppi's laps and held her waist, "let's go home."

"Which home?" "I won't go with you," Poppi said with a frown

"Poppi. I know, I know. I understand." Hearing this, Malcolm strained his arm, with sorrow in his eyes. But his voice sounded drunk. "But, if Can I come back to you after I agree to divorce? I, I can't give up Quan Group, you also have your own stand I'll come back to you three years later. Whether you agree or not, I'll come back to you. "

Poppi sniffed. It turned out that even Malcolm knew about everything

"Stay with me tonight, and tomorrow I signed the divorce papers You protect what you want. I will solve all the problems that I need to solve. Three years later, I will come to you again. Okay? "