Billionaire's Scheming Cute Baby

Two days later.

"Mr. shepherd!" secretary he respectfully, "after many checks, I still can't find the person who leaked the secret contract."

"It seems that this matter will become a pending case." Mu Beihan didn't lift his eyes and turned over the documents in his hand. "This matter should be put aside first. After a period of time, it will be calm, and then the investigation will be carried out again. The top priority now is to upgrade the company's security system and ensure the safety of the company's intranet."

"Yes."

"In addition, order two bunches of white chrysanthemums for me." Mu Beihan said.

Secretary he was not surprised. After his wife left, Mr. shepherd would go to pay homage to their father and daughter every year.

"Stars, slow down."

Jingxia took jingtianxing's hand and walked slowly on the tomb path. Today she was wearing a black windbreaker with a bunch of chrysanthemums in her hand.

Jingtianxing walked with short legs, looked up and asked curiously, "Mommy, what kind of person is Grandpa?"

"Grandpa." Jing Xia looked into the distance and fell into the memory, "He has a strong temper, but he loves Mommy very much. From small to large, no matter what Mommy wants, he will hold it in front of Mommy. I remember once, mommy was ill. Your grandfather was having a meeting abroad. As soon as he heard about it, he left his work and ran back in the middle of the night. He also sang to make me happy and would lie on the ground as a horse for me..."

The more Jingxia said, the more she couldn't stop her tears.

Her father was so kind to her, but she didn't cherish it. She contradicted him several times. It was just because her father loved her and had no fear. He was the best person to her in the world and never asked for anything in return.

It's no use regretting her father's leaving.

"Here we are."

Jing Xia stands in front of a tombstone. Her eyes are blurred.

She put the flowers in her hand in front of his tombstone and looked at the photos on the tombstone through the hazy water light. The old man in the photos had white hair but full of spirit. Her eyes looked at the front with dignity and did not smile.

"Dad, I came to see you." Jing Xia's tears fell. "I haven't had a chance to come back to see you in foreign countries these years. Will you blame me?"

"Yunhe said that Dad would never blame his daughter. I hope you blame me and scold me." Jingxia gently touched the old man's cheek in the photo with her fingers, and her voice seemed to be blocked. "In this way, I can have the cheek to beg to continue to be your daughter in the next life. At that time, I will listen to you, accompany you fishing, cook for you, and always be filial to you..."

After a long talk, Jing Xia felt more relaxed. She pulled jingtianxing, who was too quiet today, and said, "by the way, Dad, I haven't introduced you yet. This is my son, your grandson, jingtianxing. Her nickname is star, star, call Grandpa."

"Grandpa." jingtianxing shouted obediently.

"Dad, you must be worried about me?" Jing Xia said softly. "I'm doing well now. A little man like star protects me and friends care about me. I'm very happy. I'll live well. Don't worry."

Jing Xia meditated in her heart. Dad, I came back this time for revenge. The Jing family, founded by you with all your life's efforts, is now occupied by a shameless woman. Don't worry, I will take it back for you! Bless me and the stars in heaven and everything goes well.

The gentle wind blew over, like a gentle father, wiping the tears on his daughter's face.

Stay until the sun shines. Jingxia gets up and picks up jingtianxing: "star, shall we see grandpa again next year?"

"OK!" jingtianxing replied, "next year, I'll bring my favorite toy to grandpa!"

Jingxia said with a smile, "your grandfather will like it."

As soon as Jingxia left, mu Beihan came to jingfucheng's tomb from the other side.

Under Jing Fucheng's tombstone, the bunch of fresh chrysanthemums is very conspicuous.

Has anyone just come to see him?

But he died so many years that no one else came to worship him.

Jing Fucheng is an orphan. Before he developed, his wife abandoned her husband and daughter and ran away from home. There is no news. There is only Jing Xia around

Mu Beihan suddenly looked up and a ridiculous idea emerged in his heart: is it... Jingxia?

He threw the bouquet in his hand and rushed to the cemetery door. Only secretary he shouted behind him: "Mr. shepherd, Mr. shepherd, where are you going!"

Jingxia is pulling jingtianxing down the steps. A figure rushed over from a distance, suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her back: "Jingxia!"

Hearing this sound, Jing Xia's heart burst, and he heard him call her Jing Xia, and her heart jumped with a bang.

Why is mu Beihan in the cemetery?

Did he recognize her?

No, don't panic. What if he recognizes it? All traces of Jing Xia have been erased. She just needs to die and don't admit it.

Jing Xia pulls out a smile that reverses all sentient beings to Mu Beihan: "Mr. mu, why are you here?"

"Are you... Lengxin?" Mu Beihan looked at Jingxia, his eyes moved to jingtianxing next to her, and suddenly released his hand.

He thought Jing Xia was still alive and appeared in the cemetery. Seeing lengxin's back, he naturally preconceived.

Now think about it, how is it possible? Jing Xia has long been burned to death in a foreign prison. Her bones have been identified by DNA. It is determined that she is herself.

Mu Bei smiled bitterly.

"Mr. shepherd, Mr. shepherd?" Jing Xia saw him in a daze and called twice, "are you okay?"

"Sorry, Miss Leng, I just offended." Mu Beihan rubbed his forehead, "how can miss Leng be in this cemetery?"

"I have an old friend buried here. I haven't come to see him after returning home for so long. I'm a little sorry, so I'll pick a time to come today. Look, it's there." Jing Xia pointed to a tombstone with flowers in front, "what about Mr. shepherd, who are you here to see?"

"No one." Mu Beihan spared words like gold. At this time, secretary he also chased over, "Miss Leng, what a coincidence."

It's a coincidence.

Mu Beihan asked Jing Xia, "are you going home?"

"Yes." Jingxia nodded. "The star is hungry. I'll take him home for dinner."

Mu Beihan looked at Jing Xia and suddenly said, "speaking of it, Miss Leng has been in China for so long that I haven't had time to play host. Today, it's better for me to host. How about inviting Miss Leng to share lunch with the stars?"

"Don't bother." Jing Xia refused.

"How can this be trouble?" Mu Beihan smiled. "I'm sincere. Please don't refuse, Miss Leng."

When it came to this, it seemed that she didn't know what to do if she refused again. Jing Xia simply agreed: "well, this western suburb cemetery is located in a remote place and it's not easy to take a taxi. Our mother and son just rubbed the shepherd's car."