Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

"Impossible! Xiao Zheng would never be willing to part with me!" Ling Yutong looked up at her and gritted her teeth. "And, I will never put the child in the hands of outsiders!"

"Why is it an outsider?" Ye Shengge smiled, "According to your opinion, Shi Ting is the father of Xiaozheng, then I am of course the stepmother of this child. Xiaozheng and me, just like Miss Ling and you and Mr. Jun, Is Mr. Jun an outsider to you?"

Ling Yutong opened his mouth in a moment.

Not far away, Mr. Jun heard Ye Shengge and looked at Ye Shengge twice.

For a while, Ling Yutong choked with sobs: "That's different, how old is Xiaozheng..."

"That won't work..." Ye Shengge sighed helplessly. "It seems that only when I take the initiative to leave Ting and complete your family of three will you be satisfied, right?"

"I don't want to intervene in you, but the child is innocent, I must give him a complete home." Ling Yutong glanced at his son in his arms, "Xiaozhen, you tell this aunt, you just want to talk to Mom and Dad live together, right?"

Xiao Zheng was only three or four years old when he was Hui Hui. When did he see such a big battle? At this time, he looked magnificent, black grape-like eyes looked at Ling Yutong around him, Ye Shengge again, mouth Closed tightly.

Ling Yutong bit her lip and seemed to be anxious: "Xiaozheng, you are talking quickly, don't you always want your father?"

The boy's hands clenched tightly together, and he still didn't speak. The small face was stubborn.

"You also know that the child is innocent." Ye Shengge suddenly sneered. "But you want to make Ji Shiting recognize Xiaozheng, and push this child in front of so many people, let him be someone else's talk and even sympathy. The object, but does not consider his feelings at all. Xiaozheng has a selfish mother like you, is his greatest misfortune. After all, in your heart, your own purpose is more important, Xiaozheng is just for you to achieve your purpose It’s just a tool. You keep saying that in order to let the child have a complete home, but what your actual purpose is, you know clearly."

Ye Shengge's words and sentences are like knives, leaving Ling Yutong as struck by lightning and his face instantly pale as paper.

She looked at her stubborn and humiliated son with a little regret on her face, but now that the matter was over, she could only continue cruelly.

"I just didn't expect Shi Ting to deny that he was the child's father." Her tears fell down, as if she was sad to the extreme. "I was alone and hurt Shi Ting, so he now angered Xiao Zheng...blame me. "

Ji Shiting sneered sneerly, and walked over to walk, holding Ye Shengge in his arms.

"So, if I say, I am willing to treat Xiao Zheng as my son, but I don't want to have any involvement with you again, what are you going to do." The man's voice was low, with deep sarcasm.

Ling Yutong shuddered and looked at him in disbelief.

At this time she was crouching on the ground, so the tall man's figure was more oppressive to her.

She bit her lip and looked more painful: "Shi Ting, are you still blaming me?"

"No." Ji Shiting's tone was cold, "I'm just tired of you."

The man's dark, cold eyebrows were full of anger. Although his voice did not reveal much emotion, the word "boring" was more hurtful than any unspeakable words.