After Fu Hansheng said this, Jiang Sui'an's eyes were as cold as winter ice, making people feel cold.

"You're the one who did it again?"

Jiang Suian said to Fu Hansheng angrily: "He won't break up with me. His godfather said he would come back from Australia to see me. You must have let him leave!"

"Sui'an, how did you know he is back?" Jiang Ke looked at him in surprise.

"I told me when my godfather got off the plane, and he bought me the latest handheld computer."

Jiang Sui'an's face was bulging, like a puffer fish that was only angry. Jiang Ke couldn't help but squeezed it gently on his little face.

The purchase was smooth and tender, like a piece of white tofu. The ultimate touch made her unable to help pinching it again.

"Mommy!"

Jiang Sui'an roared in a low voice, and then she suddenly woke up, quickly let go and smiled apologetically.

After that, what I disliked most was that my little bun was being pinched by others.

The interaction between mother and son was as warm as the spring breeze. Fu Hansheng looked quietly, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised again.

It's great to have them around.

"He's just your godfather."

Fu Hansheng said lazily: "I am your biological father."

After saying that, he looked at Jiang Ke with warning, "With me here, it is impossible for any man to cross me."

His eyes were as deep as two deep pools that could not be seen. Their eyes were sharp and cold, pointing directly to the hearts of the people. Jiang Ke lowered his head silently and complained secretly in his heart.

No wonder Song Tingshang never came again after seeing her.

I thought he was tripped by work, but she planned to call him and ask clearly. Now, the culprit admitted it herself.

What a bad guy.

He looked at Fu Hansheng sitting opposite him, and Jiang Ke lowered his head gently.

At the same time, off-set in Australia.

As soon as Song Tingshang got off the plane, Peng Lu came up and looked up and down carefully. There was nothing wrong with him. Then he spoke quickly: "My little ancestor, where have you been?"

"I'll do something if I have something to do."

"Then you can say hello to me and say to the director!"

Peng Lu asked a question like a cannon and kept scolding him: "It is the critical period of filming the short film. You are the starring actor, and you disappear without a sound, and the entire crew will follow you on strike."

"My Mr. Song, have you secretly gone to see Jiang Ke again? I said she is a tragedy and it should be a change of doctor for you as soon as possible."

Hearing this, Song Tingshang could no longer bear it.

"Shut up."

He roared at Peng Lu: "Who I go to see has nothing to do with you, and my doctor doesn't have to change it. I just want to protect the mother and son. Have you heard it?"

As he finished speaking, he started coughing violently.

"Then you have to take care of you."

Peng Lu muttered softly, "Without the number one actor, what else do you take care of them? Work is work, life is life, you can't influence work for life and feelings."

When Peng Lu nagged him like this, he would have to keep talking, but this time Song Tingshang just coughed violently and did not speak.

Peng Lu talked for a long time and saw that he was coughing so hard that he calmed down.

"What's wrong with you? I'll pour you a glass of water."

After she said that, she went to La Song Tingshang. He waved her painfully and told her not to touch him. She didn't care. She just stood there when she touched his hand slippery.

The bright red blood looks miserable and beautiful.

He coughed up blood.

Peng Lu looked at him in surprise. Seeing that his face was particularly thin, he coughed with force every time he tried to cough out his lungs, and his heart sank immediately.

"Tingshang, let's not take photos anymore. I'll talk to the director and give you two days off."

Peng Lu said tremblingly and turned around and ran away. Song Tingshang stood there weakly, quietly looking at the blood in his hands.

Is it his body that doesn't allow it?

Jiang Ke's smile appeared in his mind, and he closed his eyes gently.

Jiang Ke, I miss you.

In the Michelin restaurant, Jiang Ke, Fu Hansheng and Jiang Sui'an were having a meal, and Fu Hansheng's cell phone suddenly rang.

It was Niu Kai's text message.

After scanning the contents on it, his expression remained unchanged, and he continued to have a meal.

"What's wrong?"

Jiang Ke asked in a low voice: "Is there something wrong with the company?"

"No, but it's a bit troublesome, let's talk about it after dinner."

Fu Hansheng casually delivered the egg yolk shrimp cup to Jiang Ke's plate and said, "Eat."

The shrimp cup is fragrant and sweet, and the meat is smooth and fragrant. In the past, Jiang Ke liked the most, but for some reason, she has lost her appetite now.

After dinner, Fu Hansheng took Jiang Ke and Jiang Sui'an out of the restaurant when Jiang Ke's phone rang.

It was Song Tingshang.

She hesitated for a moment, glanced at Fu Hansheng beside her, and then answered it.

"I want to see you."

Song Tingshang's familiar voice came from the phone, and he sounded particularly weak, "My health is not very good. Can you come to see me?"

Without waiting for Jiang Ke to answer, Peng Lu's harsh voice came from the phone.

"I said, you don't have to look for Jiang Ke when you are sick. I have made an appointment with you with a new expert. Doctor Duanmu will cure you, and Jiang Ke doesn't need to come!"

"Shut up."

"I am your agent, Song Tingshang, how long will you be entangled with Jiang Ke? It's not only her that can cure your condition. Don't let the media and director catch your handle!"

The two argued on the phone, and Song Tingshang's cough became even more intense, and everyone's hearts were trembling.

Jiang Ke sighed softly.

Song Tingshang is a movie star who lives by traffic. She naturally understands how important his reputation is to him.

"Stop making a noise, let the doctor Peng hired for you first."

Jiang Ke whispered: "If Doctor Duanmu cannot cure your disease, please come to me again. Remember to eat regularly, don't stay up late easily, don't make you feel too excited, and keep calm."

She muttered and reminded her that Song Tingshang felt that the strength of his palm was getting smaller and smaller.

Will you not come to see him after all?

He looked at the gradually darkening mobile phone screen again, and hung up the phone with a wry smile.

Jiang Ke, I don’t want to listen to your principles, I just want you to be by my side.

The phone rang out, and Jiang Ke put his phone back into his bag in a breath. As soon as he turned his head, he saw two men, one big and one small, looking at her.

"Mommy, why don't you go see my godfather?"

Jiang Sui'an shook his fist, "Goddad rarely calls you, he must be very uncomfortable!"

Song Tingshang is in poor health, he doesn't know.
Chapter completed!