CEO's Delicate Wife

Time passed quickly. It has been a while since Song Sirui had a fever. Song Sirui's birthday is coming.

Song Yan used to be busy with his work and seldom took care of song Sirui. After Song Sirui's fever, song Yan didn't just focus on his work as before. This time, song decided to hold a birthday party for song Sirui.

Song Sirui was very happy because it was his first birthday party.

Because song Sirui likes Mo very much, he wants to invite Mo Xiao to his birthday party.

After Song Sirui's coquetry, song Yan, who didn't want to disturb Mo Xiao, agreed.

But song Yan still hesitated.

Song Yan takes the mobile phone and looks at his song Sirui expectantly

Some hesitated to ask: "Sirui, are you sure this is the right phone number?"

"Of course, I asked for it myself."

He is in kindergarten. But asked the teacher to a long time to the phone, to.

Seeing that his father was still hesitating, song Sirui urged him to say, "Oh, Dad, don't doubt it. Please call him. If it's not right, I'll go to see Mr. Mo tomorrow."

If he can't get through, tomorrow is Friday, and he can ask the teacher for his phone number.

After all, song Sirui is still young. I didn't expect him to be so long-term. Can only be fixed thinking, just think of using the phone, to invite the teacher.

Song Yan listened to song Sirui's urging, silent for a while, still nodded: "OK."

Song Yan finally dialed the number displayed on his mobile phone. Although he was a little worried, he would always be worried if he didn't do it.

So he dials. Is this progress?

A kind of progress close to Mo Xiao.

It's just that after the call, the phone hasn't been connected for a long time, just when song Yan thought that no one would be connected again.

And the phone got through.

"Hello, who are you?"

The sweet voice he had heard before came out of the phone.

Although she couldn't see her face, song Yan could still recognize that it was mo Xiao's voice.

Just after Song Yan heard Mo Xiao's voice, in that instant, his heart suddenly jumped.

For a moment, I didn't know what to say. I forgot all the words I just thought. My head was blank.

"Hello?" Mo Xiao's voice came from the phone again.

On the other side of the phone, Mo Xiao is sitting by the bed, holding a mobile phone in one hand and looking at the mobile phone screen suspiciously.

Strange, it's on the screen of the mobile phone. It's connected. Why didn't she hear the opposite person talking?

What's more, the mobile phone still displays a strange number.

Is it the wrong number?

When Mo Xiao was thinking about this, a small voice came out of the phone: "Daddy, talk..."

That voice, Mo Xiao is very familiar with, is song Sirui's voice.

Mo Xiao quickly picked up the phone and put it in his ear, but still some uncertain asked: "is it song Sirui?"

Just now that a voice, and did not let song Yan back to God, but to hear.. Song Yancai came back to his mind after he heard the voice of song Yancai. He looked at Song Sirui.

Song Sirui shakes the corner of his clothes. Song Yancai responds and says, "Hello, is that Mr. Mo Xiaomo?"

There was still a sweet voice on the phone, and there was some doubt about it.

"I'm song Sirui's father, song Yan.".. Start to introduce yourself, so the conversation will be much more convenient.

"Hello, Mr. Song." Mo Xiao said hello, and then continued to ask: "you call, is there anything?"

This afternoon, song Sirui left the kindergarten happily, and the adults picked him up. Mo Xiao couldn't guess what the other party said, so he just listened quietly.

Soon, song Yan said: "well, Mr. Mo, do you have time this Sunday? I want to invite you to his birthday party. "

Song Yan's voice with a smile, tone also with a trace of expectation.

In fact, he also hopes that Mo Xiao can attend song Sirui's birthday party, so that he can see her again.

After listening to Mo Xiao, he turned around and looked at the child sleeping in the cradle. He said apologetically, "sorry, Mr. Song, I may not be able to go then."Although she also wanted to go, she still had a child in her family. She couldn't leave, and the nanny was busy that day. She can only take care of the children at home.

Song Yan listened to Mo Xiao's answer and asked: "why?"

"Because I have children to look after." Mo Xiao explained to song Yan at the other end of the phone.

But song Yan listened, it seems not satisfied with this answer, continue to ask: "Sunday kindergarten is not a holiday?"

"Sunday kindergarten is really a holiday, but I have to take care of my own children." Mo Xiao continues to explain.

The voice on the phone is still sweet, but in Song Yan's ears, it is really like thunder in his heart.

In the heart is very lost, in the eyes originally exudes the ray of expectation also gradually disappears.

Standing on one side, song Sirui noticed that his father's mood had changed, but he didn't know why. He still looked forward to his father.

Song Yan lowered his head and looked at the child beside him: "well, I'll disturb you."

"Nothing."

After hanging up, song Sirui looks at Song Yan expectantly: "how, how? Did the teacher agree? "

Song Yan shakes his head, looks a little lost, said: "Mo teacher to take care of their baby, may not come to the birthday party."

After listening to song Sirui, the expectation in his eyes gradually disappeared.

Instead, it's unbelievable, and it's lost.

Immediately after that, tears like beans came out of the eyes.

"I want Mr. Mo, I want Mr. Mo to come to my birthday party!"

After hearing that Mo didn't come to his birthday party, song Sirui began to cry.

Song Yan looks at the crying song Sirui, he is also very helpless.

The fact that Mr. Mo had children shocked him, and he was also very disappointed, but that's the truth.

The child's crying, but also noisy song Yan upset, but song Yan or good voice said: "tomorrow is Friday, I send you to school, you talk to Mr. Mo, how?"

He is an adult, and they are ruthless for no reason. It may not be easy to talk, but if it is song Sirui, it is not necessarily.

Because song Sirui is a child and a student of Mo Xiao, the success rate of children's words is much higher

Song Sirui took back the cry and looked at Song Yan pitifully: "is it really OK?"

"Well, let's try it tomorrow." I can't. That's the only way