Good Morning, Mr. President!

Two adults, with their children, went to the teacher.

The teacher saw Tang Yi again, as if he was relieved, "You are really the child's father, Mimi? Last time Mimi was taken away by you, her grandma was in a hurry, I have always blamed myself, I was afraid I was Mistaken."

Tang Yi's thin lips clenched.

Zhao Chuning glanced and just wanted to explain to the teacher. But he heard his deep voice simply said: "Yes, I am the father of the child."

Xiao Yimi's eyes smiled like a crescent moon, and she immediately called him ‘Daddy’ sweetly. Tang Yi was so screamed by this cry that there was a touch of warmth in his eyes, and he felt comfortably touching the top of her head.

Zhao Chuning looked at the scene, feeling mixed.

The teacher laughed: "I said I should not be mistaken. You two look so much like this, it's your father and daughter."

Tang Yi responded lightly, "Really?"

Obviously this is not the case, but the corners of his lips are unconsciously raised high.

Looking at the affectionate picture of her father and daughter, Zhao Chuning couldn't bear it. She patted Xiaomi's shoulder. "Good, go in for class."

"Yes, I'm going in." Xiao Yimi looked at Tang Yi and waved reluctantly, "Uncle ... No, it's Daddy. I want to go to class!"

"Go." Tang Yi was satisfied with the child's change.

Zhao Chuning would like to remind the child not to bark, but at this moment the teacher is here too, and she just kept talking and said nothing.

Watching the child walk into the classroom, Zhao Chuning was always slow to calm down.

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Tang Yi personally sent her into the company.

Because of being late in the morning, she went to Tian Jie's office to apologize to Tian Jie. Tian Jie didn't care. However, I was a bit worried.

"I'm afraid I'll take you to drink and make Mr. Tang unhappy. I think it's better for me to ask someone else to participate in this kind of bureau."

Zhao Chuning didn't like that kind of bureau, and this morning she promised her daughter and Tang Yi not to drink like this again. So I had to say sorry: "I'm sorry, Manager Tian."

She left the office and charged her phone. After one night, my cell phone ran out of electricity. After a while, she was busy working. It took about five minutes to turn on.

Before turning on the phone, the mobile phone constantly vibrates. Zhao Chuning was typing on the keyboard while finishing the contract while holding the phone on his shoulder to listen to the call. Zhang Rong's voice came from there, "You're finally on! I've made dozens of calls for you!"

"What's wrong, mom. Is something wrong?" Zhao Chuning heard the eagerness in her tone and let go of her work.

"Mimi! It was early that morning and was taken away by that person again! You hurry up and give him a call to ask about the situation!"

Hearing this, Zhao Chuning was relieved. "Relax, I have just sent Mimi to school."

"Don't lie to me?"

"No."

Zhang Rong followed this with a sigh of relief. Again and again, "You didn't come back last night. Are you with that person?"

Zhao Chuning could not refute.

"Chuchu, why are you unclear about yourself?" Zhang Rong said a bit harsher. "He is going to get married soon. You are still dealing with him, and he is also ... it ’s awful to say, do you know ! "

Overnight, two words, Zhang Rong got stuck in his throat and found it difficult to open his teeth.

Zhao Chuning breathed a little harder and closed his eyes.

How could she not know?

Last night she drank high and borrowed alcohol completely. I woke up this morning and heard Mo Liangyan's words, I had to admit that my heart was shaken. Especially when watching the child so happy, and he loved Xiaomi so much, it was even more rocking. She had to remind herself repeatedly to be awake.

Even if he was facing a marriage that didn't love each other at the moment, it was still their unmarried couple's affairs, and that was his willingness.

And myself, but just an outsider. His current relationship with Tang Yi, even she herself could not figure out what the relationship was. Or, in Tang Yi's eyes, she is just another game before marriage that is not different from usual.

Knowing this, she couldn't refuse. What is it called? It's just guilty.

Zhao Chuning has a sore throat, and never lacks inferiority. She tried to protect her self-esteem, but always threw it away for him. Repeatedly, again and again.

"Mom is a traditional person. When you gave birth to Mimi, you have been criticized. Do you still want to carry the infamous name of Xiaosan for him?" Zhang Rong questioned there.

"Mom, I see."

"What do you know, I know you, you can't forget to let him go! Don't be stupid! If he thinks of you, he won't talk about marriage with other women."

Heart, still pulled.

She said weakly: "I'm really busy right now. Go back and talk about anything, okay? That's it!"

Zhao Chuning hung up the phone first. Zhang Rong was anxious and worried over there, afraid that she wouldn't get out of the bend.

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Chuning looked at the screen for a moment and paused, shaking his head for a second, and refocused.

the other side.

In the office, Tang Yi has been immersed in Xiao Yimi's ‘Daddy’ ’s voice. When he called himself for asking himself for help for the first time, he felt that ‘Daddy’ was particularly good, and he always remembered it. It can be regarded as a great satisfaction today.

He stopped turning the file and stared at the transparent storage bag lying aside, his eyes a little deeper. In the bag are two hairs with hair follicles. One long and one short. The long ones are children's, the short ones are yours.

Schumann pushed in, and brought in a bunch of documents.

I wanted to say something, but when he saw what he thought about, he didn't dare to bother, and turned to go out.

"Wait!" Tang Yi stopped her suddenly.

Schumanton stopped, "Mr. Tang."

He passed the storage bag to the other party. Schumann looked at it a little bit unclearly, "This is ...?"

"Sent to the hospital. Check the DNA."

Schumann was of course curious, but he didn't dare to ask more than one sentence. I only heard Tang Yi explain it again--it wasn't as casual as it used to be. At this moment, he was surprisingly serious, "Close up, don't make mistakes. Remind them that the results will be quick."

"Sure, President Tang." Schumann turned and went out.

Tang Yi lazily leaned back in his chair and turned around, facing the window. In the winter, the outside sun felt a little warm, squinting slightly comfortably.

In my mind, for a long time, it was the picture of Zhao Chuning holding Xiao Yimi.

Turned around and saw the red invitation template on the table, frowning. In the end, he threw it into the trash can.

gosh! Saved the manuscript and forgot to post it! !! !! So now I find that nothing is better. Attention. sorry.