The boss's slightly hoarse voice echoed in Du Lei's ears, he gently pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, his heart beat faster, and finally knew where the wrong place was, the person the boss was looking for was Bai Jian, but he had been investigating Tang Jian's life experience, although Tang Jian and Bai Jian had the same name, but after all, they were two unrelated people, what did the boss mean by doing this?

He thought for a moment, carefully worded, and said, "Maybe you're living an ordinary life." ”

He didn't forget the slap that Bai Hao gave Bai Jian when he sent Bai Jian back, and no father with a conscience would treat his daughter like this.

After Bai Jian disappeared, Du Lei realized that on the way he sent Bai Jian back, the girl kept holding on to the corners of her clothes and couldn't help shaking, it was a fear from the bottom of her heart, every time she thought of this, Du Lei felt a sense of guilt. If he had stopped Bai Hao at that time, if he hadn't taken matters into his own hands to send her back, maybe Bai Jian would have lived a good life now.

At this time, his answer to Ni Sheng was also his deepest expectation, he hoped that the girl named Bai Jian would not be so tired and live like a girl from an ordinary family.

"Song Xiao, a famous fashion designer, will return to China next week, and it is very likely that he and Miss Bai have stayed in the same welfare home." Du Lei thought about it and decided to tell Ni Sheng the news.

Song Xiao is a cutting-edge designer who has just become famous in the past two years, has been developing abroad, has been very low-key before, and only mentioned his past after becoming famous, orphans, raised in welfare homes, and has today's achievements after hardships, everything in the past has become a test to sharpen him, very inspirational, and quite sought after and concerned.

Last month, however, Mr. Song revealed the address and name of the welfare home where he once lived. It was the same welfare home that Bai Hao told him, Yunshan Children's Welfare Institute, a very small and dilapidated welfare home, at the foot of Yunshan, which was no longer there eight years ago.

Ni Sheng looked at the night scene outside the window, his brows furrowed. An unbelievable thought arose in my heart......

Early the next morning, Tang Jian wrote a list for He Xiaowen to go to the supermarket to purchase and invite someone to dinner, but he always had to say the past, not to mention that the person who invited him was Ni Sheng.

He Xiaowen reluctantly got up early to work as a coolie, but it was inconvenient for Tang Jian to go in and out of the supermarket, and she was the only one at home.

"Go and come back quickly, I'll make you something to eat at noon." Tang Jian patted He Xiaowen's shoulder and encouraged.

He Xiaowen yawned and said, "It's obviously for Mr. Ni to make food, but it's not for me to eat at all!" ”

"Mom......" Tang Yu heard the movement in the living room and ran out barefoot, his eyes not opening yet.

"Let's go." Tang Jian turned around to hug his son, and sent He Xiaowen away with two words.

"Why did you wake up so early?"

"Uh-huh......" Tang Yu replied with his eyes closed.

"Go to sleep again?" Tang Jian asked in a low voice.

"Good ......" Tang Yu climbed on Tang Jian's shoulder and fell asleep again.

"Pretty Uncle is coming today?" Tang Yu fell asleep, and suddenly woke up again.

"Well, yes, be good, go to bed again, mom will make you breakfast." Tang Jian covered his son with a quilt, kissed his forehead and said.

"Don't sleep, I'm going to give my beautiful uncle a painting, I haven't ......finished painting yet," said Tang Yu and sat up, climbed out of bed, and ran to wash himself.

Tang Jian glanced at it, and had to let him, fortunately, he went to bed early last night.

In the living room, Tang Jian's mobile phone kept ringing.

Who is it so early in the morning?

Tang Jian was stunned for a moment when he saw the caller ID, and finally answered: "Hey......"

A young man's voice came from the phone.

"It's all right, he's washing." Tang Jian's voice was a little indifferent.

"Well, he went to bed early yesterday, so he woke up early." She glanced at Tang Yu's figure in the bathroom and said lightly.

"Tell him that Xiao Yu is fine, don't worry." Tang Jian's face changed.

"Don't let him come, I'll take Xiaoyu back when I'm not busy with work." Tang Jian said in a deep voice.

"Well, got it, thanks."

"Goodbye."

Tang Jian hung up the phone, his face a little solemn.

"Mom, I'm going to paint." Tang Yu washed up by himself, changed his clothes and ran to the studio.

"Well, mom will call you for breakfast in a moment."

"Hmm, okay!" Tang Yuxiao closed the door of the studio and continued his creative path.

As soon as he walked to the kitchen, the mobile phone began to ring again, Tang Jian wanted to ignore it, but after thinking about it, he still went over to answer the phone.

"Hello, who?" Tang Jian is strange, this is her private number, and not many people know about it.

"Ni Sheng."

"What's the matter with Mr. Ni calling so early?" Tang Jian asked with a slight hesitation.

Hanging up the phone, Tang Jian lowered her eyes slightly, and went to open the door after a while, she would never have thought that Ni Sheng would come over so early.

Ni Sheng wore a casual suit today, with a jacket on his left arm, a slightly loosened tie, and a black shirt with a rigorous taste......

"Mr. Ni, please come in."

Although Tang Jian was very puzzled, she couldn't turn people away when they came.

Ni Sheng casually hung his coat on the hanger and followed Tang Jian into the house.

"Sit, what does Mr. Ni drink?"

"Coffee, thank you."

Ni Sheng's eyes were always on Tang Jian, and Tang Jian was a little uncomfortable staring at him.

Tang Yu hadn't eaten breakfast yet, and it was impossible for her to sit with Ni Sheng at this time. After serving the coffee, she said, "Mr. Ni, you sit down first, I'm going to make breakfast for Xiaoyu." ”

Ni Sheng snorted, and the king generally sat on the sofa in the living room, his eyes sweeping around the room.

This is an independent villa, with three floors, the design and decoration are very simple, there is nothing special to see, and above the bookshelf in the living room hangs the kite that he gave Tang Yu. Hanging side by side with the kite is a very simple or somewhat childish oil painting.

The picture shows an elephant and a baby elephant, facing the rising sun, with two strings of footprints behind them, one large and one small. There is a line of small characters in the lower right corner of the painting, and Ni Sheng squinted his eyes, and it took a lot of effort to see clearly.

He looked thoughtfully at Tang Jian, who was busy in the kitchen.

That line of small print is, I wish my mother a happy birthday.

So, it is very likely that Tang Jian is a single mother.

Tang Jian didn't know what Ni Sheng meant, but it didn't seem good to keep people dry, she asked:

"Did Mr. Ni have breakfast?"

"Nope."

Tang Jian took the bowl in his hand and asked stubbornly, "Then Ni always want to eat together?" ”

"Yes."

Tang Jian's hands trembled, and he almost didn't drop the bowl.

So, when He Xiaowen came back with a big bag, he saw the strange picture of Tang Jian, Tang Yu, and Ni Sheng having breakfast together.

"Mr. Ni, why are you here so early?" He Xiaowen exclaimed.

Tang Jian put down the spoon in his hand, frowned, and said, "Put down your things and eat." ”

He Xiaowen realized that he had said the wrong thing, hurriedly carried the things into the kitchen, and sat silently in the corner of the dining table.

"By the way." Ni Sheng looked at He Xiaowen and said expressionlessly.

He Xiaowen bowed his head and drank porridge with a weak heart, and did not dare to say a word.

There was an eerie silence at the table, and no one spoke.

Tang Jian had to take care of his son while eating, and he didn't care about the other two at all.

Have breakfast with Ni Sheng? He Xiaowen's brain is about to be confused, what's going on? She could only swallow back the questions, and she didn't dare to look up, even her favorite fried ham She only ate a slice, and only buried her head in drinking porridge.

Ni Sheng took in everyone's reactions, looking at the breakfast on the table, corn porridge, fried ham, boiled cabbage sum, and xiaolongbao. Ni Sheng is a little unfamiliar with these, and since he can remember, Ni Sheng has never eaten such a traditional breakfast. Either milk bread or coffee sandwiches.

Eating alone, how simple and how to come. Moreover, he does not like to have breakfast with others.

But now, so many people sitting together drinking porridge and eating xiaolongbao is a novel experience for Ni Sheng, and it feels good.

At this breakfast, Ni Sheng ate the most. He Xiaowen didn't dare to bring the ham over to eat, nor did he dare to leave the table before Ni Sheng, so he had to drink the porridge slowly, but a small bowl of porridge was not much, plus she drank violently at the beginning, and it soon bottomed out, He Xiaowen lowered his head and faced the empty bowl with a bitter face, so tormented.

Tang Yu ate relatively little, and soon ate enough, Tang Jian cleaned up for him and said to He Xiaowen: "Xiaowen, you accompany Xiaoyu to play." ”

He Xiaowen was waiting for this sentence, she was about to be unable to pretend, and Tang Jian had already seen her restraints, so she would say such a sentence.

In an instant, only Ni Sheng and Tang Jian were left at the table.

"Does Ni always want to drink some more porridge?" Tang Jian asked politely.

"Good!" Ni Sheng said.

Although he was full, he ......

Tang Jian gave Ni Sheng another bowl of porridge, and took two drawers of xiaolongbao and put them in front of Ni Sheng, saying, "Eat more." ”

"You usually cook at home?" Ni Sheng asked.

"Do it yourself when you're not busy." Tang Jian put down the spoon and said.

She was full.

"It's not easy to live abroad and eat Chinese food all the time. Did Miss Tang live abroad since she was a child? Ni Sheng asked again.

"Well, I was taken abroad at the age of six and never came back." Tang Jian said: "This is my first time returning to China. ”

"Miss Tang's Mandarin is so standard, and the Chinese food is so authentic, it's really surprising." Ni Sheng also put down the spoon and said with a smile.

Tang Jian looked at Ni Sheng's eyes, but there was no smile in his eyes, she smiled and said: "The elders in the family are more strictly educated, and they must learn Chinese culture every day, as for eating, the elders are not used to eating steak hamburgers, and even with us juniors prefer to eat Chinese food, I really think that Chinese cooking is the crystallization of wisdom." ”

Tang Jian vaguely sensed that Ni Sheng was testing her, and she said: "My family's taste is light, is Ni always used to eating?" ”

"Good." Ni Sheng looked at Tang Jian and said, "Miss Tang, I have a question. ”

Tang Jian said: "Mr. Ni doesn't have to be polite, just say it directly." ”

"Do you know a guy named Bai Jian?" Ni Sheng watched Tang Jian's every move intently, including the change in her eyes.

This book was first published on Kanshu.com