"Dean, Dean. ”

A little boy of three or four years old, carved in pink, rushed to the young woman and happily hugged her thighs.

The woman with a kind face put down the broom in her hand, squatted down and touched the little boy's head, and said with a smile: "Good girl, what's wrong?"

"Dean, what are Mom and Dad?" asked the boy, tilting his little head, with a serious expression.

"Well...... there was a hint of pity in the woman's eyes, and the palm that stroked the top of his head seemed to be a little gentler, "Mom and Dad, they are the ones who will protect the obedient and let the obedient grow up carefree." ”

"Isn't that just like the dean?" the little boy's eyes lit up and he said excitedly, "Is the dean also my mother?"

"Well, yes. The dean is a good mother!" the woman replied gently.

"yes, I have a mother too!" the little boy danced happily, hugging the woman's arm and laughing, and the smile on the woman's face became gentler.

……

Zhao Yongqi, who woke up from the dream, seemed to be a little dazed, but soon seemed to be recalled to reality by the sound of the engine.

"Xiao Qi, if you feel tired, sleep a little longer, this is still half an hour before you get to the hotel." Ziye saw Zhao Yongqi beside him open his eyes and whispered softly.

Shaking his head slightly, he threw out the chaos in his mind, looked sideways at Li Zhien, who was leaning on his arm, with a trace of crystal at the corner of his mouth, and still smirking from time to time in his sleep, raised his hand and pulled the clothes covering her body.

Zhao Yongqi, who turned around, said softly with a light smile on his face: "No need, I leaned on it for a while just now, and now my spirit is much better." ”

Seeing that Zhao Yongqi insisted, Ziye didn't say anything anymore, nodded slightly and said, "Then drink some water." As he spoke, he handed the mineral water in his hand to him.

Zhao Yongqi, who took the water bottle, did not open it, but smiled and whispered to Ziye: "Sister Ye, you have really worked hard in the past two years......

Staring at Zhao Yongqi's eyes for a long time, the corners of Ziye's mouth turned up, and he said with his hands around him: "What's the matter? Big boss, this is the opening sentence that is going to fire my squid?"

"Haha, I can't fry Sister Ye myself. Zhao Yongqi opened the mineral water bottle with a smile, put it in his mouth and said: "I just suddenly feel that there are many people I should thank now, and Sister Ye Zi is in the first place." ”

Looking at the man in front of him who raised his head and was pouring clear mineral water into his mouth, the original worry on Zi Ye's face disappeared a lot. Without him, just because the man she was familiar with and always had a confident smile seemed to be back at this moment.

In the next hour, Zhao Yongqi sent Li Zhien to the hotel first, and after watching her bring her agent and assistant into the hotel, he drove directly to Ziye's residence.

At the gate of a high-end community, Zhao Yongqi sat quietly in the car, looking at the media reporters who were stopped at the gate of the community, and they were crowding, blocking, and asking loudly around a middle-aged couple who looked a little overwhelmed.

"Xiao Qi, is this really good?" Zi Ye retracted his gaze with some concern and fell on the man beside him.

"Don't they want to meet the media? Let them see them, and the province will add an illegal detention or something to you when the time comes. A sneer appeared on the corner of Zhao Yongqi's mouth.

Ten minutes ago, at Zhao Yongqi's insistence, Ziye arranged for colleagues in the studio to take the couple out of their residence, and it was precisely because of this that the current situation was created.

It seemed that he had seen enough of this farce, Zhao Yongqi's eyes finally withdrew from the SLR glass, looked at Ziye and said, "Sister Ye, it's time for you to get out." Look at it, Director Qian is right, horizontal and vertical always have to face. ”

Ziye nodded slightly, glanced at Zhao Yongqi, stepped down from the car door near the side of the community, and after sorting out his emotions, he raised his head, like a proud swan, and walked towards the chaotic crowd.

After thinking about it, Zhao Yongqi took the sunglasses from Park Xiuzhi, who looked worried, stepped off the business car from the other side, stood sideways in the corner of the business car that was not easy to be seen by the group of people in front, and looked at the couple in the crowd with a cold face.

He looked like he was in his fifties, and the man was wearing a beige jacket, which he had been wearing for at least two or three years just from the color. The body is medium, and he doesn't look fat or thin, but his face doesn't match his age, and he might think that he is an old man of fifty or sixty years old at a glance. Judging from the contour of his face alone, he does look a little similar to Zhao Yongqi, but his face is full of fear at the moment.

The woman next to the man looked younger, wearing a lake-blue over-the-knee trench coat, which could be seen at a glance and was not a valuable piece of clothing. A middle-aged woman with short hair that can often be seen by ordinary people, and her figure is slightly blessed. Judging from her appearance alone, she was also a first-class beauty when she was young. It's just that now she is being held in the arms of the man next to her, facing the long guns and short cannons of the reporters, she looks extremely flustered, and her eyes are aimlessly scanning back and forth.

"Are you two Mr. Zhao Yongqi's parents?"

"It is said that Mr. Zhao Yongqi refuses to meet with you, can you elaborate?"

"I heard that you have traveled thousands of miles to recognize your relatives, but you can't meet your son and are under house arrest here, is it true?"

The reporters' questions were ridiculous, but Zhao Yongqi, who was listening from afar, always looked at it coldly as if he had known it for a long time.

Suddenly, the woman who was guarded in her arms by her husband shouted loudly as if she couldn't control it: "We...... We...... We are not Zhao Yongqi's parents!"

Hearing this answer, the reporter was stunned, and Ziye, who had just walked halfway and had not yet attracted the attention of the reporter, was stunned, Zhao Yongqi ...... I was stunned......

"Yes, we are only distant relatives, not his parents. The man nodded heavily, as if he understood his wife's thoughts.

The reporters who were obviously looking for "big news" with long guns and short guns looked at each other, and many of them put down the camera in their hands in disappointment and shook their heads speechlessly.

"Mr. Zhao Yongqi is an orphan, how can you be his distant relative?" the unwilling tabloid reporter still asked.

"Yongqi...... Mr. Zhao is famous, so we want to see if we can climb relatives. We're not his parents, no. The woman said with a resolute face, causing the reporter who asked the question to open his mouth, but he didn't know how to ask.

Looking at the couple from afar, Zhao Yongqi's fists were clenched tightly. At this moment, he thought of what the dean said to him in his childhood:

"Mom and Dad, they are the ones who will protect the obedient and let the obedient grow up carefree......"