Momo wasn't angry at all, and smiled ghostly: "I didn't come to learn to paint, I just think this painting teacher is so good!" ”

|“ What and what! ”

When An Yutong heard this, his eyes widened: "Momo, don't talk nonsense,

"Haha! An Dabao, you are so cute, you believe everything I say! Don't worry, I only like mommy, mature woman! "Momo likes to tease Mommy the most.

"It's just, it's just that the little sisters here are so cute."

Alas, it's really helpless, I don't know what genes I inherited, this little guy has been so 'good/lustful' since he was a child.

Looking at his son's lively back, An Yutong couldn't help but fantasize about Momo's mysterious daddy!

That guy should also be a good breed, and he has more than half of the credit for his son being so handsome.

A painting class is 40 minutes, which is too long for children, the child's concentration time is about 10 minutes, the rest of the time the teacher is not too strict, parents are chatting with children while drawing and playing,

In fact, the main reason for children to participate in special classes is to hope that children can change their learning environment and have a happy weekend.

Momo is the most popular in the studio, and the parents all surround An Yutong one by one and ask her how to educate such a lovely son.

"It's, it's just, this kid looks really likable."

An Yutong's heart is full of a sense of accomplishment, so he likes to spend the weekend.

Only on weekends, only when everyone is full of praise for Momo, does she feel that her life is full of sunshine and meaning.

The phone rang suddenly, and the caller ID was the name she least wanted to see.

But it's also the most reassuring name. Mu Yichen!

"President Mu!"

No matter when he answers the phone, An Yutong is in this tone, respectful and polite.

On the other side of the phone, Mu Yichen obviously drank too much.

His voice was strange, languid and decadent, sad......

"I miss you, I really miss you."

On the other side of the phone, the drunk Mu Yichen vented his true feelings that he would never dare to express in his sober state for five years.

An Yutong is not surprised, she really knows this man too well, he is not as indifferent as he appears, he will love someone to the end, but he hurt him deeply.

Mu Yichen's self-esteem is too strong, and the injury of cuckolding is a catastrophe for him.

"Go back and get some rest, you've really had too much to drink."

An Yutong pretended to be calm and stood up, covered the phone and walked to the window.

After all, it's better not to let other parents hear about this kind of thing, and the parents are also very interested in turning around and chatting about something else.

"Yutong, it's been five years, I really can't stand it for five years."

Mu Yichen begged uncontrollably on the other side of the phone: "I beg you, tell me, whose fucking seed is your child!" There is no one in the world that I Mu Yichen is afraid of, as long as you are not willing, I will definitely let him die without a place to be buried. ”

"I want to know the answer, I have to know the answer! Otherwise, I won't be able to live well in this life! ”

mentioned the child's life experience again, and An Yutong's heart was pinched.

Her hands trembled a little, her head was a little dizzy, she held on to the wall, and looked at Momo who was playing, her tears rolling in her eyes.

"Don't ask again, please, I told you a hundred times I don't know, but you don't believe it."

It is a very painful thing to be suspected by someone, especially his lover, for five years, Mu Yichen has been thinking about this problem. He has asked An Yutong thousands of times, but every time he gets an answer, he will sneer and question. He would think it was the funniest joke in the world!

A woman who is pregnant and doesn't know who the father of the child is, what are you kidding, do you have amnesia?

"An Yutong, tell me the truth!"

"You're really drunk, Yichen, hurry home and have a good rest."

This book was first published on Kanshu.com