Oh my God, there is a child who calls her mother, not to call her mother, to say that this is a distortion of human nature or a moral degradation.

Her mother's daughter who has been single for 23 years has a son?

When did she have a son, how did she not know?

"......" Song Qing glanced down at the little boy standing in front of him.

He was dressed in a black robe, and his long inky hair was tied from his forehead to the back of his head with only a braided golden tassel.

is full of luxury, not to mention that it is very imperial.

Not to mention anything else, it seems that people can't give birth to such a son with their appearance and temperament.

The more Song Qing looked at it, the more he felt that this child was good-looking, pink and jade, and extravagant.

I want to touch two.

Stop, you can't be a blame aunt.

Chong Song, who couldn't bear to reach out and touch the two handfuls, took a deep breath, looked up at the man, and then looked down at the little boy.

It's all about it.

Song raised his hand to cover his forehead with a headache and couldn't help but speak: "I said who are you, stop playing, or is this a reality show that is playing by which crew?" I'm only 23 years old, and I don't have a son from anywhere, and I can't have a son of this age at this age, right? ”

Zhao Yu looked up at the young woman in front of him and couldn't help but turn his head to look at his father, "Dad, why does my mother feel that she doesn't know us anymore?" ”

I don't know what he can say about the past, after all, she was still in infancy when her mother disappeared.

But my mother doesn't even know my father anymore, what has happened to his mother over the years, the more I think about Zhao Yu's eyes when she looks at Song Qing, the more worried she becomes.

Zhao Cheng glanced at his son silently and said in a low voice.

"Your mother may have amnesia."

"Dad, I see." Zhao Yu said and looked up at Song Qing's eyes with a distressed expression.

Song Qing only felt a mouthful of old blood in his throat.

Got it, what do you all understand?

Even she doesn't understand what's going on now, okay?

Zhao Cheng stepped forward and looked at Song and said in a deep voice.

"Whether you remember it or not, you are the wife of my Zhao Cheng Ming Media, and Yu'er is our son, he is your biological son born in October."

"Poof...... I am pregnant with my biological son who was born in October......" Looking at the man's serious expression, Song pointed at him with a little trembling hand.

Obviously, it was definitely not excited, but trembling with anger.

"Fuck you bastard, you're still endless, just lie at my door early in the morning, and play hooligan on me when you wake up, so forget it, and now tell me that you are not only my husband, but we have our sons, do you think I'm stupid?"

Song Qing was obviously a little excited at this time, and was about to continue to say something when he heard his mobile phone ring.

"Mom called, mom called......"

Mom called.

Song tilted his head lightly and glanced at the ground, and was just about to pick it up, but before his hand touched the phone, he heard the boy's nervous voice in his ear.

"Mother, be careful."

Before Song Qing could react, he felt that the mobile phone was moving on the ground, and the next moment a powerful suction force hit, and the mobile phone on the ground flew up instantly, and it was already in the boy's hand in an instant.

"......" Song lightly touched his fingers on the cold ground, kept bending over and raised his head stiffly to look over.

"Click-"

"Whoa—"

There was a clicking sound in her ears, and the next moment, Song Qing was horrified to see that her mobile phone was crushed into a mess by the handsome little boy in an instant.

Looking at the fragments of the mobile phone that had leaked from the boy's hand on the ground, Song Qing swallowed his saliva subconsciously.