I go north, you go south

"It's already past nine o'clock, so it must be late for Mom to get home alone at night?"

Thinking of not being able to persuade Fang Jiaming to stay just now, Nan Zishu couldn't help feeling a little worried.

"Don't worry about this. She will send me a message when she gets home at night. And she has already contacted the driver. No matter what you say, she won't stay today."

"Why?"

Nan Zishu looked at Ling Bei suspiciously, only to see an "unspeakable" expression on his face.

"Say." Feeling something was wrong, she immediately pointed her finger at him: "Did you tell mom something behind my back that made her misunderstand?"

"Heaven and earth conscience, can you two stop letting me take the blame for any problems?"

Ling Bei looked at Nan Zishu angrily and amusedly: "As far as you are concerned, the two of us have already lived under the same roof."

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Nan Zishu's slightly "rampant" fingers, and his eyes suddenly became a little dangerous: "There are some things. Do you still need me to tell her?"

Ling Bei paused for a moment, as if thinking of something interesting again, the smile on his lips became more open: "Maybe she wants to have a child to accompany her. Don't you?"

Looking at his almost sly eyes, the temperature on Nan Zishu's cheeks soared instantly.

If she still doesn't understand after hinting to this level, then she is really a hopeless fool.

"Didn't you say it was finally born?" Nan Zishu muttered to himself.

"Oh, it's really hard to say about my mother." Ling Bei spread his hands helplessly: "I haven't been close to her since I was a child. To be honest, she probably hasn't had the addiction of being a mother yet, and my son has already been affected by it." She took care of it."

"If there is a cute little bun who can play with her every day, she doesn't know how happy she will be."

He said half-jokingly, while hugging Nan Zishu into his arms with ease: "Although I don't think she will really come to 'give birth'. But if you want... can we also work hard?"

"It's not impossible."

Nan Zishu was not hypocritical at all.It's just that she raised her head suddenly, and asked Ling Bei with a pair of very sincere eyes: "But what if it's a girl?"

"I like my daughter. Have you forgotten?" Ling Bei rubbed the top of her hair with a smile: "Our family has no throne to inherit, why do we have to have a son?"

"Even if there is, isn't there a female emperor?"

Emmm, this should be the brain circuit of the top "daughter slave", right?

Nan Zishu was really amused by Ling Bei's strong thinking: "Isn't Shiyang considered the 'throne'? Are you afraid that if you're really a girl, you won't be able to overwhelm the 'thousands of troops' of the board of directors?"

"First of all, the premise of saying this is that our daughter is willing to do this. If she has other hobbies, then I will naturally support her 100% and escort her."

Without even thinking about it, Ling Bei started the "textbook"-level professional "daughter slave" ideological education: "Secondly, as long as I'm still alive, I will guarantee that every time she enters the meeting room, it will be like playing."

"Comrade Ling Bei." Nan Zishu blinked his eyes and listened carefully, then gently poked Ling Bei's waist with his finger: "You might spoil the child by doing this."

Ling Bei grabbed Nan Zishu's troubled hand, and slightly bent to touch her forehead: "With a mother like you, why should I worry that she will be spoiled?"