When she left, she thought about it for a long time and found a lot of places to hide the divorce agreement, after all, it was too difficult to find a place that could neither be easily discovered nor not discovered by him.

The study is the place that men go to most often, and it is also the place where they are most likely to be discovered.

Before leaving, she deliberately went to the study, and then pestered the man to prevent him from entering, lest he find out in advance.

However, he can't keep not opening the middle drawer!

Liang Lingcheng replied, "I saw it."

The man stared at her and said lightly, "Just because you sign it doesn't mean I have to sign it too."

"Cool Castle! You!" Zimo was almost angry, she thought that after she escaped, the man would sign the divorce agreement in a fit of anger, but she didn't expect that the man never signed it.

Could it be that he has been waiting for himself to come back?

Soon, she threw away this ridiculous idea in her mind, when she was in country F, she didn't see his star-like scandal, almost every month, there will be different women around him....

Thinking of this, Zimo calmed down instead, "Heh, what? Do you want to get revenge on me? Revenge for me for abandoning you four years ago and leaving? Now you want to do it again, chase me again and dump me again?" She crossed her hands on the table, looked at the man, and said with a hint of sneering: "Why do you say you are doing this? I'm not going to be fooled, you're going to die for this heart.

After hearing this, Liang Lingcheng frowned and laughed at himself: "In your eyes, I am such a person?"

"Heh, what, do you want to say you're not?" Zimo snorted coldly, leaned on the back of the chair with his hands on his chest, and said indifferently: "If the prodigal son doesn't change this sentence, the eighteen-year-old An Zimo may believe it, but now An Zimo doesn't believe it."

The man was not angry, but just smiled and said, "Isn't it, you will know later."

Zimo frowned and was about to say something, when the waiter came over with a tray, Zimo gritted her teeth, and after the dish was served, she warned coldly: "Lianglingcheng, I don't have time to play with you, if you continue to harass me, I will call the police."

After speaking, she got up with the bag and said coldly: "I have no appetite, you can eat alone."

Liang Lingcheng's face changed slightly, and he was about to call her out, but the woman's just took a step and froze, he looked along the line of sight, and at a glance saw a mini version of him running towards this side.

"Mom, you're really here."

The man plunged into Zimo's body, and his soft and glutinous voice was particularly cute.

Forced to suppress the panic in his heart, Zimo hooked the corners of his lips, reached out to help him arrange Ling Chao's hair, and asked with a smile: "Why are you here alone?"

As soon as the words fell, Aunt Yue gasped and followed, "Oh, little master, you ran too fast, I, I am about to catch up with you... Alas, Miss Ann, I have finally found you.

"How did you get here?" Zimo frowned and looked at Aunt Yue with a little dissatisfaction.

”....

"I asked Aunt Yue to take me out." Aunt Yue had just said a word when she was interrupted by Dangdang.

"There was an uncle who said he watched my video and wanted to take me to the festival...

"What kind of show, didn't I say that your wound is not healed yet, you have to recuperate at home, can't you come out? Why are you so disobedient?" Zimo frowned and looked at his son, and said with a little reproach: "Hurry up and go back with Aunt Yue."

She gestured to her son and Aunt Yue, although Dangdang didn't understand it very well, but she was still very well-behaved and let Aunt Yue lead her, but at this time, the man behind him who had been staring at this side silently finally couldn't help but speak.

"Zimo, are you sure you don't want to explain it to me?"

When he saw the little face that was the same as when he was a child, he was already frozen in place, and when he heard the child call Zimo "Mom", his hands shook uncontrollably, and he hurriedly clenched his fists, gritting his teeth to restrain himself, as if only in this way could he stand calmly and control himself from rushing over and snatching the child from Zimo's hands.

Now, he still has a problem in his head that hasn't been figured out, and the woman wants to fool the child away from him like this?

Don't!

Hearing this voice, Zimo's heart suddenly collapsed in half, she closed her eyes like a dead heart, and after a while, she took a deep breath and got up, grabbed her son's head and turned around and asked lightly: "I don't understand what Mr. Liang means?" What am I going to explain to you?

Oh, it's hard-mouthed!

Liang Lingcheng sneered, and when his eyes turned to Dangdang's face, his face softened a lot, and he asked bluntly: "Then you tell me, why does he call you mother?"

When the man was looking at Dangdang, Dangdang was also looking at Liangling City.

When he saw this tall and handsome uncle, Dangdang was also shocked, how did he look so similar to himself?

The big eyes, the beautiful double eyelids, the thick eyebrows and the firm nose, and the even more bizarre are the dark eyes, which are exactly the same as themselves....

(When you're scared, you're a little out of your mind?) You're only three years old, so why are people still the same as you? )

And Aunt Yue, who was beside her, also covered her mouth in astonishment when she saw Liang Lingcheng.

No, why is this person so similar to the chief?

Hearing the man's question, when he reflexively looked at his mother, saw that her face was pale, and her hand against her trembled slightly, he suddenly stopped in front of Zimo like a little adult, and roared angrily in his little milk voice, "Don't bully my mother."

The little boy's angry appearance is very similar to the self who protected his friends when he was a child.

Thinking of this, Liang Lingcheng's heart suddenly softened, he strode forward, squatted down to eye level with the little boy, and said with a soft smile full of kindness: "No, how could I bully your mother?" It's just your mom bullying me.

After saying that, he asked again, "Tell me, what is your name?"

The little boy pouted and did not speak.

Xu felt impolite, he glanced at Zimo, and then reluctantly replied, "An Chengjing, the nickname should be."

Muttering in a low voice, the man smiled and praised, "Cheng Jing, good name."

Hearing him praise himself, he was not so hostile at this time, and said with a hint of pride: "That's the name my mother gave me, which is naturally good."

He looked proud and proud, as if praising his mother was happier than praising himself.

Liang Lingcheng glanced at the woman, and saw that she pursed her lips and looked at him vigilantly, and the hand hanging next to her leg had already clenched into a fist, and he couldn't help but smile.

He retracted his gaze and lowered his head, stared at the little boy, and said word by word: "However, you should not be called An Chengjing, but Liang Chengjing."