From the company to T University, I can go back to the villa for lunch break at noon and then go to school. Unfortunately, Su xiaoheleng wasted the good resources Qi mochuan created for her. Mingming's house is next to t-big, but when she thinks of Jiang Jingwen, Su Xiaohe doesn't want to go home at all. When Qi mochuan was not at home, she decided that she would not go back. The wrong person, can not see, otherwise, that is to see for themselves. Today is the weekend. There is no training class. After class, Su Xiaohe drives Maserati to sage school. I miss my son. I haven't seen him for a week. It's like I haven't seen him for a century. I especially Miss Hao Hao. Driving at the fastest speed, Maserati is in a good mood, and Haohao is in a good mood. However, as soon as she thinks of Jiang Jingwen in the villa, Su Xiaohe is in a bad mood. The car was parked in the parking lot beside the school gate, and Su Xiaohe stood in the crowd, waiting quietly. The students came out of the classroom. Su Xiaohe waited and waited, and finally saw Li Tianhao. The little guy walked out of the school with a schoolbag on his back. He was as calm as a little adult, with a steadiness that didn't match his age. She waved to her son. It was clear that her height was not the most conspicuous one in the crowd of men and women, but Li Tianhao soon found her, "Mommy." Run wildly to come over, directly rushed to Su Xiaohe's arms, hugged her. Su Xiaohe touched his son's head. It was only a week. He felt that the little guy had grown a little bit higher. When he thought of his roller coaster days this week, he couldn't help feeling that he was the happiest when he was a little boy. People can be small, nothing to think about to worry about, as long as a good self on the line. But the adult can't, want to scruple this scruple that, and what she wants to scruple now is to look up to the face of mochuan and make do with Jiang Jingwen“ Mommy, what's the matter with you? " But she just touched Li Tianhao's head, the little guy asked sensitively. Let Su Xiaohe want to find a mirror to look at, she is the mood is written on the face? However, in recent years, except for the months when she married Qi mochuan, she has always been dependent on her mother and son. Hao Hao can feel that she has changed a little. In the same way, she can feel the change of Haohao“ Nothing. Let's go. " Su Xiaohe took his son's hand and walked towards his car. Before entering the parking lot, Li Tianhao immediately found the brand new red Maserati, "Mommy, did Daddy give it to you?"“ Well, do you like it? "“ Yes, the color is very suitable for Mommy. It's so festive. " The little guy sat in the car. He didn't have any resistance to luxury cars. "When I grow up, I want to make money by myself. I'll buy a top super car and go racing."“ I won't allow it. " Su Xiaohe stares at Li Tianhao. It's natural that Hao Hao's surname is Li. Hao Hao is the kind of Qi family, but it's too dangerous to go racing. She firmly opposes it“ Why? What a cool sports car. "“ I just don't allow you to go racing. Although it looks cool, Mommy will worry about you. Do you like to let mommy worry about you? " Li Tianhao said, "well, I won't race in the future, but it's not against the law to buy a sports car."“ Yes Su Xiaohe started the car, but looking at the front of the car, he changed his destination, "Haohao, do you want to eat ice cream?" As soon as Li Tianhao's eyes brightened, he saw the car start. Before he left the parking lot, he stood up and reached for Su Xiaohe's forehead. "Mommy, do you have a fever?" Su Xiaohe glared at him, "you just have a fever."“ So why did you treat me to ice cream all of a sudden? Or, what did Mommy do to me? " Li Tianhao blinks a pair of big eyes, he is not so easy to fool, he fooled Mommy almost. Sometimes I think his mother is a little fool, especially simple. Compared with dad and him, it's several grades lower“ There is no such thing“ I don't believe it, Mommy

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