After a while, Quan Yiling turned back to the study, looked at the man on the sofa, and frowned slightly: "Your Excellency, are you sure you want to break up their mother and son?" In the past four years, it has not been easy for Miss Qian to raise the little master alone. ”

It's not easy for her? How could he have been easy?

Because the woman was pregnant with a child, he put his heart at ease and went to fight to the death with the Philo family, thinking that if he survived, he would definitely give her a prosperous wedding on the day he made his identity public, so that she could be the president's wife in the name of righteousness. But the answer she gave him was a divorce agreement.

Just thinking about it, suddenly there was a small movement at the door, the door was pushed open, and the little guy walked to the man with his schoolbag on his back, and looked up at Mozu Beitan with a cute face: "Your Excellency, have you found my mother?" ”

didn't hear the title he wanted to hear, and a trace of disappointment flashed in the man's eyes.

Mozu Beitan softened his gaze, which was completely opposite to the original cold man, and touched the little guy's head: "You like your mother very much?" ”

"Of course! It was not easy for her to give birth to me and raise me in a woman's family, she was not by my side, and I was afraid that she would be bullied by others. The ink bun man opened his mouth with a big ghost, and his big eyes were full of distress.

Mozu Beitan didn't speak, he is not a woman, he can't have children, so he naturally can't understand the hard work of a woman giving birth to children.

The little guy climbed onto the sofa and sat beside the man with his short legs: "Your Excellency, you can send me back." ”

"It's not good here?"

Baozi shook his head: "If I leave my mother, my mother will die of sadness." And I couldn't sleep without my mom singing to me at night. ”

Mozu Beitan pondered for a moment, turned his head to Quan Yileng and ordered: "Let Qianzike move in tonight." ”

Quan Yiling was slightly stunned, and then responded: "Yes." ”

When the little guy heard this, he happily slid off the sofa and jumped up: "Thank you, Dad." ”

The man who screamed from his father warmed his heart and said softly: "Let's go eat." ”

"Aren't you going to eat?"

Mozu Beitan got up and tidied up his suit: "Dad still has work to do, be obedient, follow Uncle Quan to dinner." ”

After that, the man strode out of the room, and the little guy looked up at his father's arrogant and desolate back, his good-looking brows frowned slightly, and he suddenly felt a pain in his little heart.

Is this the feeling of a little meat hand touching his heart? It's so uncomfortable~

At night, Qianzi Ke was annoyed in the living room, and suddenly there was a knock on the door, and the woman opened the door, only to see Quan Yiling standing outside the door with two entourage: "Miss Qian, give you half an hour to pack up some important things and come with us." ”

"Where are you going?"

"Presidential Palace."

Asa Zike frowned and asked, "You, what do you mean?" ”

"Your Excellency the President has asked you to live in the Presidential Palace to take care of the daily life of the young master."

Seeing that the woman hadn't reacted yet, Quan Yiling added: "You only have this one chance, if you don't come with us, then you may never see the little master again." ”

Hearing this, Qianzike hurriedly turned around to pack her things, not forgetting to hold the jade necklace that Tang Yiyuan left her.

He Quan Yiling came to the presidential palace, and just happened to meet the little guy for dinner, Mo Baozi turned his head to look at the woman outside the door, and was delighted: "Mommy! ”

"Buns!"

Asa Zike rushed over, hugged his son tightly, and after a few days, he didn't see him every other day, the tip of his nose was sore, and his tears couldn't stop staying.

On the stairs on the second floor, Mozu Beitan condescendingly looked at the mother and son hugging each other downstairs, frowning slightly. Wen Ming came to the man's side, followed his gaze and looked downstairs, and couldn't help but be stunned: "Eh, isn't that Qianzike?" ”

The man was silent.

Wen Ming looked at the woman, glanced at the man beside him again, suddenly understood something, and asked in a low voice, "Your Excellency, let's go, it's time to deal with the wound." ”

Mozu Beitan retracted his gaze, took a deep breath, and turned around and walked towards the study.