CEO,Love Me Quick

After hearing what Dongfang Yan had just said, the old lady of Dongfang responded for a long time. There was no kindness in her eyes. On the contrary, the situation changed. She turned to look at the manager, and her eyes narrowed slightly. Obviously, the manager brought Song Qing over without song Jiaojiao's consent.

Want to come to oneself also misunderstand song Jiaojiao, to this point, Song Qing obviously is not aware of.

The mood is not too good, the old lady waved her hand and directly turned away. She didn't even give the manager a chance. She turned around and left with her own bodyguard.

Can look at a series of several managers full face muddled force, but suddenly also understand come over, then left the gray.

Sitting in the car with a gloomy face, Dongfang Yan seems to be like a cartridge case all over his body, which will explode at a little bit.

Finally, he took a deep breath and parked the car at the bottom of song Jiaojiao's community.

"You can spare some time. It's more convenient to go to my place and do something better."

Said, he impatiently opened his side of the cigarette box, just took out a cigarette, seems to think of what and put in.

"Ah? Oh Song Jiaojiao nodded, opened the door and went down. After half a sound, he understood what Dongfang Yan had just said.

"Mom, is he really my father? I really look like him Looking at the dazed song Jiaojiao, Song Qing doesn't speak. But when song Jiaojiao sobers up and is ready to take Song Qing in, Song Qing asks again.

Hearing Song Qing's words, song Jiaojiao takes the key to open the door with her hand slightly. It's hard to say anything for a moment.

"Tilt, it's dark. Shall we have a rest? There's going to be class tomorrow? " Song Jiaojiao didn't answer Song Qing's words. Instead, she changed the topic. In fact, she didn't know who to ask.

"Mom!"

Song Qing is very intelligent. He knows that song Jiaojiao doesn't want to answer this question, but the answer is very important to him.

But when he observed the haze in Song Jiaojiao's eyes, he stopped immediately what he wanted to ask.

In this way, mom will be unhappy, right?

He picked up the shoes on one side and put them in front of song Jiaojiao sensibly. He also changed his shoes obediently.

"Is Song Qing tired?" Looking at such a calm and sensible son, song Jiaojiao slightly frowns and sighs helplessly.

"Not tired!" Song Qing shakes her head and takes song Jiaojiao to sit on the sofa. She comes to the teapot beside her and pours a cup of hot tea for her.

Feeling the temperature on her hand, song Jiaojiao looks up at Song Qing's serious eyes and sighs.

"Song Qing, my mother doesn't know whether he is your father or not, or who your father is. I only know that I was framed up, so I had you, but I promise, I love you very much."

There was a moment of silence in the air. For a moment, she did not understand why she told Song Qing the facts of that year, but she knew that Song Qing had the right to know the truth.

"Mom!" Hearing song Jiaojiao's explanation, Song Qing's heart suddenly aches, and immediately goes forward to hold his mother tightly in his arms.

He understood what she meant. He knew that his birth was nothing more than a mistake or even a frame up. Maybe for ordinary people, he was the evidence that others hurt their mother.

Just like what happened at the party that day, whenever and wherever, someone will take this incident to hurt song Jiaojiao, and he will always be that bloody fact.

"Song Qing, my mother doesn't regret giving birth to you. On the contrary, I feel very lucky to have such a lovely baby as you." Feeling the shiver on Song Qing's body, song Jiaojiao patted Song Qing's shoulder, picked her up and came to his small room.

This night, song Jiaojiao didn't let Song Qing sleep alone in the room, but always accompanied him until the next morning.

Feeling the warmth of the sun, Song Qing opened his eyes and looked at the kind and beautiful mother sleeping beside him, and gently dropped a kiss on her forehead.

"Mom, I will take good care of you and won't let anyone hurt you."

Then, Song Qing will wear a new came to the bathroom, began to wash.

When song Jiaojiao gets up, she finds that Song Qing is ready for everything. She is reading the story book she bought for him. She smiles and shakes her head and goes to the kitchen to prepare for their mother and son breakfast.

Breakfast was just ready, and she was just about to ask Song Qing to come out for dinner. There was a knock outside the door.

She was very puzzled, who came to look for them early in the morning, but she was surprised when she opened the door. It turned out that it was Dongfang Yan.

"Hi, good morning! Are you up yet? " Looking at Song Jiaojiao standing behind the door, Dongfang Yan showed a pleasant smile and walked into the room along the direction of her fingers.

"Why did you come early in the morning?" Song Jiaojiao is surprised to look up at the East."Did you forget what I told you last night?" Looking at songjiaojiao surprised appearance, Oriental words face slightly strange, this woman is not at all their own words on the heart.

"What did you say last night?"

Songjiaojiao carefully combed the memory in her mind, and looked up to the Oriental Language with a puzzled head. Obviously, she didn't remember what Oriental words said to her?

Looking at this look of songjiaojiao, Oriental words sighed in the heart.

"Forget it. Have you had breakfast? Let's talk about it after we're finished, or shall I take you out for breakfast? "

"I made breakfast. Would you like to come in and have some with us?" Hearing the words of the East, songjiaojiao shook her head politely, and then let the open circuit, and brought the Oriental words to the sofa.

"Well, I'll be welcome." Looking at the fresh and hot breakfast on the table, the Oriental words can not help but move.

"Mom!" At this time, Song Dian, who heard the static outside, came out. She looked at Oriental words in surprise. However, under the calm eyes of songjiaojiao, both people were obedient to the table, and songjiaojiao was helpless and did it. They started their breakfast on the table.

"I'll wash this bowl. You'll clean up everything and bring some important things with you." Songjiaojiao, who is preparing to collect the bowl, finds a pair of long hands running into his hand, grabbing his chopsticks, and then walking to the kitchen.

Song Jiao Jiao puzzled to follow up to the pool to ask: "what luggage?"