Suppressing his frustration, Yang Jianchen said again: "Qiyang, I just want to say a few words to your mommy."

Ling Qiyang\'s expression was calm and calm, "You can call her."

"Your mommy won\'t answer."

"..." Ling Qiyang paused, and a few seconds later, he said solemnly again, "This means that my mommy doesn\'t want to be friends with you at all, goodbye!"

He closed the door, turned around, and saw his sister staring at him with a complicated expression.

"Sauerkraut, go back!" He took his sister\'s hand.

"Guokuo, Uncle Yang seems to like Mommy."

"Mommy doesn\'t like him."

"Isn\'t it good to be a spare tire?"

Ling Qiyang stopped and looked at his sister\'s face seriously, "Sauer, did your godmother teach you these words?"

Ling Qiyue nodded, and said old-fashionedly: "Godmother said that Mommy needs to find a few more spare tires if she wants to find a husband, so that no one will think that we are foolish and don\'t want Mommy."

It seems that in order to find a daddy, Little Pickled Cabbage has worked hard, at least he asked his godmother a lot of questions.

To be honest, what the godmother said makes sense.

So, Ling Qiyang patted her head lightly, "Don\'t say that in front of Mommy."

"Yeah." Little Pickled Cabbage listened to Guoguo the most.

At this time, Ling Moxue in the kitchen was pinching her mobile phone, looking at the series of familiar numbers on it, her heart was churning...

Today, Yang Jianchen called her many times, but she never answered.

If he didn\'t guess wrong, he might already know about her drinking tea with Gu Mingxuan.

Now that he has decided to completely remove him from his heart, what\'s the point of contacting him again?

Ling Moxue gritted her teeth and hung up the phone again.

After dinner, Ling Moxue took the child to Xu Zhihui\'s house, Du Ruojian played with the child, and the two women whispered on the sofa.

Xu Zhihui said: "Did you know? I saw a back photo of you and Gu Mingxuan posted on the Internet. I was really shocked. Others may not be able to see it is you two, but I can tell it at a glance. Well, just This one was deleted in the afternoon, if I hadn’t saved it, you wouldn’t have seen it.”

Xu Zhihui handed the phone to Ling Moxue, her eyes were full of joy and curiosity.

Ling Moxue glanced at it, and smiled helplessly. The person who posted this post was also quite intentional, and she didn\'t dare to take a frontal photo. Instead, she posted a back photo of her and Gu Mingxuan walking out of the music tea bar.

Probably because he was afraid that Gu Mingxuan would come to him?

"Hey, you two are developing very fast, tell me quickly, did he take the initiative or you took the initiative?" Xu Zhihui hurriedly asked again.

Ling Moxue shook her head and said lightly, "It\'s nothing at all. Last night, he helped me revise the first draft of a jewelry design, so we went to drink tea together. It\'s a normal relationship between a leader and a subordinate."

Xu Zhihui was slightly disappointed when she heard that, "Didn\'t you see each other?"

Are you right? Ling Moxue asked herself in her heart.

A trace of bitterness filled her heart, but she still shook her head.

No matter what, it\'s better to talk less about the intersection between myself and Gu Mingxuan. If I talk too much, the child\'s godmother may tell the child some information.

Gu Mingxuan and her are people in different worlds, if you can avoid it, avoid it, and don\'t let your child have any expectations.

But can Ling Moxue really avoid Gu Mingxuan?

It was nine o\'clock in the evening when she came back from Xu Zhihui\'s house, Ling Qiyue was drowsy, and just as Ling Moxue carried her to bed, she heard the sound of a car outside the door.

Quietly opened the curtains and looked out, a black Bentley parked at the door.

She was slightly stunned, five years ago, the appearance of this car seemed to have appeared that night, but she couldn\'t be sure.

"Mum, your phone is ringing." Ling Qiyang, who was still not sleepy, nodded towards her room.

Ling Moxue\'s heart trembled, her face paled, Ling Qiyang stared at her closely, "Mummy, who are you afraid of? Uncle Yang or your boss?"

Her son\'s sharp observation made Ling Moxue restrain her strange emotions immediately, she smiled slightly, "No, Mommy is just afraid that the company will arrange overtime again."

"Mommy, it\'s nine o\'clock in the evening."

"Oh, Mommy is thinking too much... baby, go to sleep, Mommy is going to answer the phone."

Facing the children\'s version of Gu Mingxuan, Ling Moxue couldn\'t help but feel that he had seen through her mind. She almost ran away, rushed into her bedroom, grabbed her phone and took a look——

It was really Gu Mingxuan.

However, the ringtone has stopped.

Ling Moxue sat down on the bed, her heart suddenly became chaotic like straw grew...

At noon today at the company, Gu Mingxuan asked Ji Feng to come downstairs to invite her to dinner, but she refused. Later, Manager Qiao asked her to send up the first draft of "Crystal Love", but she didn\'t go either.

As a small employee, she ignored the CEO\'s order and knew it was bad, but she had no choice but to not get too close to him.

And now, why is he calling?

Suddenly remembering that black Bentley, Ling Moxue stood up and opened the curtains...

Under the dim street lights, the luxury car was shiny and black, like a crouching black tiger, and the young man leaning against the car door was still wearing an expensive slim white shirt and black straight trousers.

He put one hand in his trouser pocket, crossed his slender legs casually, raised his head, and stared at the window with clear eyes.

Under the light, he is so handsome and sexy, looking from a distance, it is like a beautiful picture that is pleasing to the eye...

Ling Moxue was so distracted that she didn\'t even notice that her son was standing behind her.

"Mummy, he\'s your boss." Ling Qiyang uttered suddenly, causing Ling Moxue to startle, she loosened the curtains, and turned her head to look at him in a daze.

"Pug..."

"I thought he might have a crush on you."

"No...it\'s not like that." Ling Moxue blushed and her heart beat.

It was clearly her own son, but she was so nervous that she even stuttered.

"Mum, I remember that when we returned to China, my uncle said to you, if you meet a man you like, you should take good care of it and give your child a father."

It is impossible for uncle to take care of them for a lifetime, and they are far away in Paris, so they let Mommy find someone to rely on in China.

"But, Brother, he is...he is a golden bachelor and the CEO of TK Group. Mommy never thought of marrying a rich man. Mommy only hopes to have an ordinary one in the future who can love you well." Just an ordinary man."

"Didn\'t you answer Uncle to follow fate?"

Ling Moxue grinned awkwardly, reached out and pinched his face, "Honey, your memory can be a little bit worse."

"No way." Ling Qiyang spread his hands and shrugged his small shoulders, "I may have inherited Daddy\'s excellent genes."

"Okay, then Mommy gave you a task. The boss you mentioned is very similar to you. Go and drive him away."

Ling Qiyang narrowed his eyes, "You said it, don\'t regret it."

"No regrets."

Ling Qiyang made an "OK" gesture to her handsomely, and walked out.

Ling Moxue walked around the room, struggling to open the curtains to take a look, but heard a "bang" from the courtyard door, and then a clear conversation came from downstairs——

"Why haven\'t you slept yet?" It was the voice of a mature man.

"Woke up by Mommy."

Ling Moxue\'s heart skipped a beat, brat, he...he let someone in?

"Why are you bothering?"

"Let me go downstairs and open the door for you."

Uh... since when did my son tell lies? And said it so fluently.

"Ling Qiyang!" Ling Moxue couldn\'t bear it anymore, she ran downstairs and stopped the pair of "father and son" who looked exactly like him at the entrance.