"Sir, what do you want to do when you take the liberty of asking me my grandson's name?!"

Her angry stare was somewhat similar to Duan Hanshuang's, and they were all the same dissatisfied with him......

Bo Yunxiu's eyes flashed with a touch of pain, and he quickly cleaned up his mood and said, "I have no ill intentions, if it is really as he said, his mother is Chu Qiao, and I have a friend who is also named Chu Qiao, so I want to ask if it is the same person."

He seldom explained his actions to others as he did now, and for a moment he was a little stunned by his attitude, and he did not even listen carefully to what the woman said.

"Can I ask where your mother's grave is?" He asked.

The boy looked wary, "Grandma, who is he?" Z.br>

"Grandma doesn't know," the woman whispered to the boy, then turned to glare back at him, "What the hell do you want to do?"

Now that the cemetery is less crowded, the woman glanced around vigilantly, "There are surveillances here, if you dare to do it, I won't spare you!"

Bo Yunxiu gradually piled up a touch of impatience between his eyebrows, and his voice sank: "If I want to do something, you can't run away."

For being so rude as soon as he took a photo, the woman's impression of him repeatedly deteriorated, and her attitude was also very bad, and she picked up the boy and was about to leave.

"Boy, if your mother's name is really Chu Qiao, I may know your father, you just said that you have your father's surname, so is your surname Song?"

Hearing this, the boy stopped abruptly and looked back at the woman with a surprised expression, "Grandma, how does he know what my last name is?"

The woman panicked, her eyes wide and she didn't know what to do, her eyes glistening with anxiety, searching for words in her mind.

Bo Yunxiu walked up to him, skipped the woman and asked the boy, "Can you take me to your mother's grave?"

The boy's eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar to Duan Hanshuang, which must have inherited Chu Qiao's appearance.

The boy wrinkled his eyebrows and thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement, as if he had made some important decision, his expression solemn.

The woman stopped in front of her, but before she could bow her head to hold the boy accountable, she grabbed him by the arm and pulled him behind her, "What's your name?"

"Bo Yunxiu."

"Bo Yunxiu?" The woman muttered to herself, "I don't know."

Bo Yunxiu didn't care if she knew it, and looked at the boy, "Take me to your mother's grave."

"Words." The woman shouted as if in warning.

But the boy had his own idea and said, "Grandma, I want to see my father."

The woman could not force him too much on this matter, so she went with her.

Turning around, he happened to pass by Duan Hanshuang's tomb, and in a slightly remote place, Bo Yunxiu looked at the person on the tombstone who looked almost the same as Duan Hanshuang, and was slightly stunned in place for a few seconds.

Turning to the boy, he thought, "You look a lot like your father."

The boy's eyes couldn't hide the brilliance that emanated, twinkling like stars in the sky: "Do you really know my father? What's his name?"

"Have you ever heard of Drea?"

The boy shook his head.

The woman said, "I've heard of it."

Bo Yunxiu raised his eyebrows disapprovingly, quietly waiting for her words.

"DREA is a large company with branches all over the world, and the TV series and movies it has invested in and the artists it has signed are all popular all over the world, and it is currently the hottest entertainment industry in the world."

The boy nodded as if he didn't understand, "Does this have anything to do with my father?"

has a relationship with Chu Qiao and is surnamed Song, there are only two brothers in the Song family, I have heard that Chu Qiao and Song Yin are in love, and after breaking up with Song Yin, they fell into spending time drinking and constantly changing boyfriends, and even announced the relationship with Song Yishen later.

Song Yin also fell into a world of drinking and drinking, and had scandals with many female artists, but he never made it public, only giving the media clues to catch the wind and shadows.

The boy's appearance is more like Song Yin than Song Yishen.

Bo Yunxiu concluded that this was Chu Qiao's concealment from everyone who gave birth to Song Yin

child, and Song Yin didn't know that he was bumped into by luck today.

The boy called Bo Yunxiu again, and he came back to his senses and nodded: "Your father is the general boss of this company, and his name is Song Yin."

The woman sighed, "Oh my God, really?"

"Qiaoqiao actually has a child with Song Dong?!"

"Whether this is or not, take it back for a paternity test and you'll find out."

Bo Yunxiu stood up straight and looked at the woman: "Seeing that this child also wants to find his biological father, I am friends with Song Yin, so naturally I don't want him to be kept in the dark, and there will be no loss by going with me."

Seeing that the woman was still hesitating, Bo Yunxiu glanced at the thin watch on his wrist, "I don't have much time, and your time can't be compared to mine."

The tone is contemptuous and the attitude is high, which makes people listen to it very unpleasantly, and they can't help it.

He frowned impatiently and turned to himself.

Before the woman could react, the boy broke free of her hand and glared at his calves and quickly followed.

The small body walked straight and straight with Bo Yunxiu, with a firm attitude: "I want to find my father."

The voice was childish, and the pale red sunset shone on his little face, and the milky white luster made people want to go up and pinch it, but the lips were too pale.

Bo Yunxiu's slightly drooping eyelashes trembled, if he had a child with Duan Hanshuang, maybe he would be cuter......

He thought about it in a daze, and the boy suddenly looked up at Bo Yunxiu as if he was aware of it, and crashed into his bottomless eyes.

It's like an ancient pool, treacherous and mysterious, and the surging torrent is about to sweep people in.

The boy frowned, and met him without fear.

Bo Yunxiu seemed to be suddenly aroused, staring at a face that was three points similar to Duan Hanshuang, "How old are you?"

"Four."

Bo Yunxiu was a little surprised, he had already given birth to a child five years ago, how could he hide it from Song Yin during this period?

"Have you seen your mother?"

"Mom died on my first birthday, I haven't seen her, but I have pictures." The boy's expression was calm, and his words were extraordinarily calm.

That's right, he's still young, and he can't feel joys and sorrows.

Bo Yunxiu caught a glimpse of the woman following behind him, and changed his tone and asked, "It's your grandmother who has taken you to live all these years?"

The boy nodded.

Bo Yunxiu didn't look back, looked ahead, and asked in a deep voice, "You shouldn't be Chu Qiao's biological mother, right?"

It doesn't look like it.

Woman: "I am her aunt."

Bo Yunxiu nodded clearly, didn't ask too much, and drove the two of them straight to Song Yin's office.

Everyone in the group knows Bo Yunxiu, the editor-in-chief of Fashion Muse, the only editor-in-chief who can often be seen on the cover of magazines, and is even more popular than many celebrities.

Song Yin was dealing with work, he was very busy, and he didn't look up when he heard the sound of the door opening, and asked directly, "What are you looking for me?"

Bo Yunxiu lowered his head and raised his eyebrows at the boy, "Go ahead, he may be your father."

Hearing this, the air in the entire office froze, and the boy looked along the line of sight, and Song Yin also looked up in confusion.

The air around them gradually condensed.

Song Yin looked at the face that was six points similar to him, and the whole person was puzzled at first, and then looked at Bo Yunxiu questioningly, he looked at him for a long time, and Song Yin felt that this matter was not trivial.

"Daddy?" The boy frowned and shouted, looking at Song Yin with the same scrutiny.

Song Yin's brows furrowed even tighter, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes: "Bo Yunxiu, this is not fun."

The boy, of course, understood what he was saying, and immediately asked, "Are you my father?"

Bo Yunxiu looked at the woman, "It's all carved out of a mold, and there is no need to do this paternity test."

"Tell him the story from the past."

Song Yin was stunned, and forgot to write in the text

signed on the piece, holding the pen in mid-air.

"You look quite like me...... the boy walked up to him and looked at him, straightened up, and stretched out his slender little hand: "Hello, my name is Song Chuyan, your son."

Song Yin's whole body stiffened in place, his eyes were shocked and he forgot how to react.

"Why are you stunned?" Bo Yunxiu pushed Song Yin, "Hurry up and respond to your son!"

Song Yin mechanically stretched out his hand under the guidance of Bo Yunxiu and shook hands with the boy.

The small hands are slightly cold, there is no flesh, and even the faces on the sides of the cheeks that should be round are much shriveled than those of their peers.

Only those eyes, shining and full of power.

"Your Chu ...... Which Chu is it?"

The boy thought for a moment, took aim at the pen in his hand, walked around to him, looked at the unsigned paper, and wrote it directly in his palm.

"Song Chuyan ......"

Song Yin looked at the words in his palm and whispered silently, and looked at the boy seriously, his heartbeat became faster and faster, and he asked hesitantly, "What's your mother's name?"

He stared at the boy for fear of missing any of the expressions on his face.

He was nervous and expectant about his next words, and his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

"My mother's name is Chu Qiao, playful and cute," the boy asked, tilting his head, "Aren't you my father?" Why don't you even know your mother's name?"

The boy looked up at Bo Yunxiu, and then turned to look at the woman, "Is he really my father?"

Song Yin's facial expression twitched slightly, and the shock in his eyes did not retract for a long time.

"I'm ...... Is it?" He spat out a few words with great difficulty, "I ......."

"Isn't it just a paternity test?" Bo Yunxiu waved his hand and called the assistant, "Since you're not sure, let's do an appraisal and be sure."

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He asked Bo Yunxiu to break up Song Chuyan, sat opposite and poured a cup of tea for the woman, "Please tell me about this child."

The woman couldn't get out of the shock for a long time, so she took a sip of tea and slowly cleared up: "I am Chu Qiao's aunt, originally I went to live abroad after divorcing his uncle, but suddenly one day she found me from far away, gave me a large sum of money, and asked me to help her keep a secret......

Song Yin's hand holding the teacup tightened more and more, the joints of his hand were white, and his thin lips were so heavy that he could breathe.