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Chapter 258 My Dad Likes Dutiful Girls
But... How could Song Qingqing at this time believe that the man she had been secretly in love with for three years had already hidden his wife and gave birth to a son who was already so grown up...

How is it possible... The outside world has never heard of Wen Xun having a wife and children...

At this time, Luo Xia looked at their expressions and couldn't help but twitched his face.

She had just finished the game at this time, and she was still wearing the silver team uniform of RY79.

As long as this group of employees of the company are involved in a little bit of games, they should know that he is a teammate of the Great God... Besides, isn't the company of the Great God originally engaged in Internet finance... Why is the Internet so underdeveloped...

Thinking about it, Luo Xia's face was slightly embarrassed, but he didn't know what to do, so he didn't care so much.

Getting his wish to be the son of President Wen Da for a while is something that Luo Xia is very willing to do.

But Song Qingqing naturally didn't think so. The woman's eyes widened at this time, as if her spirit had collapsed. Looking at Luo Xia, her fists on both sides of the trouser line were slightly clenched and trembling.

"You...what's your name..." Song Qingqing trembled and felt a sense of fear when she said this.

When Luo Xia heard this, she was taken aback for a moment, um...Since it has been said that she is the son of a great god, then naturally the surname must be Wen...

Hmm... The ancestors of the Luo family, the descendants did not intend to offend, so let me offend you.

"My name is Wen Xia." Luo Xia's voice was grandma's, eyes blinking, looking as cute and innocent as a boy.

Wen Xia... These two words directly hit Song Qingqing's heart, and the person froze immediately.

Really surnamed Wen...

Song Qingqing's whole body began to tremble at this time, and her face turned slightly pale, "You... who is your mother?"

Song Qingqing asked so blatantly, even if Luo Xia didn't expose anything, Du Tian next to him couldn't stand it anymore.

Du Tian "coughed" twice, and slightly winked at Song Qingqing: "Qingqing..."

Song Qingqing originally didn't want to pay attention to Du Tian, ​​but at this moment, the little boy in front of her suddenly spoke again, with an innocent tone: "Auntie, do you care so much because you like my father?"

Luo Xia asked very straightforwardly, and Song Qingqing's face flushed instantly with her big innocent eyes.

Song Qingqing froze, but at this time, Luo Xia innocently added: "But auntie, my father doesn't like women like you."

As he spoke, Luo Xia bit his lips, as if he had said something that shouldn't be said, his voice was a little weaker, but the words still clearly reached Song Qingqing's ears: "My father likes girls who are more dutiful, Probably won't like Auntie."

After saying that, Luo Xia didn't look at Song Qingqing anymore, but looked at Du Tian who was at the side, and put on a bright childlike smile: "Uncle Du, take me to the lounge."

Du Tian, ​​who had been cold by the side for a long time, was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then said "ah", "Okay, this way..."

So Du Tian followed the calm and relaxed kid Luo Xia to the lounge.

Before leaving, Du Tian sneaked a glance at Song Qingqing and sighed slightly.

Song Qingqing froze in place, did not move for a long time, and a shocked expression appeared on her face that she had never seen before.

The kid just now... said that Wen Xun likes those who are responsible, and then said that Wen Xun would not like her...

Didn't the little boy mean... that she was not doing her duty?Thinking of colluding with the president?

Thinking about it, panic appeared on Song Qingqing's face, looking at the slightly slender back of the little boy next to Du Tian at the end of the corridor, her face turned pale.

How could this kid say such things at such a young age...

On the other side, just as he was about to enter the lounge door, Du Tian said, "Young Master Wen, you..."

Du Tian originally wanted to ask Luo Xia if he wanted to drink or eat dessert, but before he finished speaking, Luo Xia interrupted directly.

Luo Xia waved his hand and said casually: "It's almost done, can't you see that I'm an adult?"

Then Luo Xia opened the lounge door by himself, held Wen Xun's coat and looked at Du Tian slightly, raised his eyebrows: "By the way...how did you find out that I am the son of your President Wen?"

The corners of Luo Xia's eyebrows were raised, and there was a hint of disbelief in his tone: "You don't really think he's over 30, do you?"

Du Tian was a little dazed when he heard this sudden reversal of words.

Um?What's the meaning?Isn't the little boy in front of you Mr. Wen's son?

its not right?The last time Du Tian saw this little boy with his own eyes, he kicked the door and made a bad face to force Mr. Wen to take medicine...

If it's not your son... then who would dare to treat Mr. Wen like that?

Du Tian couldn't help frowning, looked at Luo Xia with a confused face, and responded: "No..."

It is true that Wen Xun is in his 30s.

We usually think of him in his 40s.

Luo Xia smacked his lips and shook his head slightly, "Anyway, I'm not his son, so don't call me Young Master Wen, I won't run away in the lounge by myself, so go ahead."

With that said, Luo Xia walked into the lounge on his own, and immediately closed the door, blocking Du Tian from the lounge.

But Du Tian, ​​who was blocked outside, still looked dazed.

If the little boy... um no, he said he was an adult.

That's this little boy, he's not Mr. Wen's son...then... who the hell is Mr. Wen who can be so domineering?

And just now...

Du Tian suddenly remembered the few words Luo Xia said to Song Qingqing, and couldn't help being stunned again.

Do boys nowadays treat women so unsympathetically?

Well, he is not worthy of a bald and overtime guy who is about to run to the third year but still works overtime every day.

Thinking about it, Du Tian didn't say anything more, shook his head and turned to leave.

Wen Xun's private lounge is very large, because there are few people on the top floor, and it is quite quiet.

Luo Xia didn't have anything to do in the afternoon. The activity of brushing the city has always been open on Fridays. It is not open today, but it is just an excuse.

In addition, the sofa in Wen Xun's private lounge was so soft that Luo Xia just lay down and fell asleep after sitting for a while.

Just sleeping like this lasted for two hours, until three o'clock in the afternoon.

When Luo Xia opened his eyes again, he was sound asleep, but... Luo Xia was slightly stunned, why was she covered with a quilt?
Feeling the soft layer covering his body, Luo Xia was a little dazed, and then propped up from the bed with two tender hands, his eyes narrowed slightly.

What she was currently in was an extremely clean bed covered with a white sheet and white quilt. It could be seen that the owner of the bed had a serious cleanliness fetish.

but……

Luo Xia opened his eyes and reacted for a while, then looked around for a moment.

It's true that she's still in the lounge, but...she's on the bed in the lounge right now.

So... this is... the bed of the Great God?
(End of this chapter)