Inside the file bag, there is a bag full of photos.

There is also Jiang Chunmei's evidence, invoices, contracts, and photos that Jiang Chunmei found someone to track her.

No wonder, no wonder, Jiang Chunmei would find the door so quickly!

But......

Her mind was in a mess, she was already divorced, why did Jiang Chunmei send someone to follow her? And who sent this document to her?

Thinking of this, her scalp was numb, did Jiang Chunmei really not want her to be better!

She bit her lip and sealed the documents and stuffed them into a drawer for the first time, her hands trembling at the thought of someone watching her before.

"Xiaowan, are you okay?" Seeing that her face was wrong, the colleague asked with concern.

"I'm fine." She shook her head, her face still pale.

As if thinking of something, she hurriedly got up, went to the corridor, and dialed Xu Shuo's mobile phone number to question.

But in the end, no one answered.

She grabbed her phone and was in a trance for a long time before she got to work.

Song has always had business dealings with foreign countries, and the work of the translation department is only a lot more, but fortunately, the new stage of translation has come to an end, and most of the people have completed their final actions, checked and left work on time.

Before she could pack her things, Han Xiu, who was the president's secretary, came over.

Mu Wan'an was stunned: "Secretary Han? ”

The eyes of everyone around looked over, and Han Xiu looked at Mu Wan'an as if he didn't realize it, and looked straight at Mu Wan'an without a face-

"Miss Mu, the president asked you to come with me."

The words fell, and the surroundings were like thunder falling from the water.

……

Mu Wan'an followed Secretary Han to leave, and along the way, Han Xiu didn't say anything, and Mu Wan'an didn't dare to ask.

It wasn't until he got in the car that Han Xiu spoke: "The president went to Paris a few days ago, and the plane back to China will arrive at half past six tonight. ”

Hearing this, Mu Wan'an opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't even refuse.

She had already gotten into the car, not to mention, she had promised Song Bingjue that she would try her best to help with Song Xiaosi's affairs.

It's just that......

Looking at Han Xiu's face that could not be refused, she especially wanted to ask, in the past, someone should have held a parent-teacher conference on her behalf, and there was no need to designate her ......

As if knowing what she was thinking, Han Xiu glanced at her and spoke again: "The president said, the little master likes you, if you go over, you should be happy......"

This sentence completely dispelled Mu Goodnight's doubts.

Mu Wannight pursed her lips.

……

Song Xiaosi's kindergarten is a well-known aristocratic school in the city.

Everything is covered.

It may be the first time that Mu Wan'an appeared, the teacher was a little surprised, and mistakenly thought that she was Song Xiaosi's mother, Mu Wan'an could only explain that he was here to hold a parent-teacher conference instead.

Song Xiaosi is in a special situation, except for being withdrawn, but his appearance in school is not bad, plus he is cute, many children like him very much.

As soon as they saw her, many children came forward, blinked their cute eyes, and asked, "Sister, are you Xiao Si's mommy?" Hello beautiful ......."

The child's innocence from the outside, Mu Wan'an blushed, and just about to explain, facing Song Xiaosi's calm eyes not far away, for a moment, half of the explanation could not be spoken.

She just laughed, gave the candy in her pocket to the children, and walked over to Song Xiaosi and sat down beside him.

"Xiao Si." She greeted softly.

Leng Feng raised his eyes to look at him, Mu Wan'an looked at him, and saw clearly that what he was holding in his hand was the candy paper she had given him before.

With a hint of distress in her heart, she smiled and took the candy wrappers in Song Xiaosi's hand, and the two candy wrappers were pinched into the shape of a little angel under her kneading.

On the white and soft palm, although the little angel is simple, its wings are spread out and lifelike.

In the past three years, she can't do anything else, but her work has increased a lot, and for her, this is not a problem.

Although Song Xiaosi didn't speak, she could still feel a glimmer of light in his eyes.