Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Because she was afraid that the child would be in danger, she deliberately brought the baby to Zhuo Dongyang and brought it back to Zhuo's family to raise. This was Yao Rong's regret, not seeing him grow up with her own eyes, even! The chances of holding him are slim.

"Mom misses you." Yao Rong came forward with tears in her eyes, picked up the baby, and saw that his skin was fair and his round eyes were staring at her. He lowered his head and kissed her cheek, making a sweet milky sound. Called: "Mom."

"Zhuo Shu, he called me! He actually called me." Yao Rong started crying.

Yao Rong didn't expect to give her such a surprise! How can anyone in the world be happy when his son calls him his name for the first time?

At this moment, she burst into tears and burst into tears.

"Xiaobao, Xiaobao, mommy loves you. You are the darling given to mommy by God." Yao Rong held the baby in his arms, crying so hard that he couldn't stop kissing the baby.

Although Xiaobao followed Zhuo Dongyang and did not grow up in the arms of Yao Rong and Zhuo Shu, he was not afraid of life at all.

She kissed her so hard that she grinned loudly, and shouted with a milky voice: "Mom."

"I'm here, mom is here." Yao Rong whispered.

Zhuo Shu stood there, excited at first, but then he realized something was wrong.

This time was their real wedding, and Yao Rong held Xiaobao in his arms, kissed him non-stop, and said he was her darling, so who was he? On their wedding night last night, she even said she loved him and would never regret it.

But he turned around and hugged another man, even though this man was his son.

"Ahem." Zhuo Shu coughed muffledly, reminding him of his presence.

Yao Rong was extremely excited when she saw the child. She picked up Xiaobao and stood up with her belly full, and said, "Xiaobao, have you missed your mother? Let's go. Mom will make delicious food for you. From now on, mother will only make delicious food for you." ”

Zhuo Shu had mixed feelings when he heard this, and looked at her in disbelief: "I only make delicious food for you," so who do you think he is?

"Yao Rong." Zhuo Shu called her, but saw Yao Rong holding the child and leaving.

Wearing a bright red cheongsam, she walked down from the attic with her child in her arms. Although the journey was long, her voice was very joyful.

"..." Zhuo Shu followed her, as if it was not him who had the wedding last night, and he was just having a dream.

Zhuo Shu held the mobile phone, stood there and made a call, saying: "Grandpa, what do you mean? On the first day of my wedding, why did you let Xiaobao come in to stir up trouble? Yao Rong is my woman, now you let him come and talk to me I fought and kidnapped Yao Rong."

Zhuo Dongyang listened and said: "If you can't keep your woman, you will have no future."

When Zhuo Dongyang hung up the phone, Zhuo Shu looked extremely ugly. He regretted letting her have a son. Now he couldn't even keep his status.

"Should I let her give birth now? Or let her have an abortion?" Zhuo Shu had the idea of ​​not having children. Otherwise, he might not even be able to take a step forward in the future.

The more he thought about it, the more intense it became, and it even took root in his heart and gradually sprouted.

"Han, it's me." Zhuo Shu couldn't wait to call Xiao Mohan. He stood under the tree and looked at the kitchen from a distance. Yao Rong was holding the child, coaxing him while making delicious food for him. He looked like Yao Rong. It looks like it was picked up from the trash can.

Zhuo Shu was unwilling to give up and said silently: "Do you want a son? I will give you one."

"Bah." Xiao Mohan hung up the phone without saying a word.

Zhuo Shuo was stunned, looking at the hung up call, and clenched the phone tightly.

"It seems that Han doesn't even want a child. What else do I want from him?" Zhuo Shu said coldly.