Good Morning, Dear

With one voice and mutual embarrassment. After the embarrassment, they smiled at each other.

Mrs. Nan also smiled and said, "at my age, my feelings are in vain. I haven't been able to live without you."

Cheng Qingyao smiled and shook her head: "if I want to be stable, I should have asked my aunt alone just now."

"What should we do now? Ask and answer together?" Mrs. Nan looked at her and asked.

Cheng Qingyao dared not avoid. Facing her eyes, she smiled and said, "of course, we can answer together, but I have a request. Can you ask Nan Youjin to participate together? This matter is related to him. Whether it's Niannian or his son, I think we should give him a reasonable statement."

Mrs. Nan looked at her with deep eyes. Cheng Qingyao underestimated her after all. She was smarter than she thought. Seemingly simple answer, but skilfully avoided her guess, let her continue to be in deep doubt and didn't get any cheap.

If Cheng Qingyao had just avoided her topic, she could be sure that Niannian was not Nan Youjin's daughter.

If she doesn't have this question, she won't have a handle to deal with Cheng Qingyao, so she will take the absolute initiative in the rest of the conversation. However, Cheng Qingyao broke her plan and pushed her into a passive situation.

Nan Youjin, do you want to call it out?

Call out Nan Youjin. Will Nan Youjin let Cheng Qingyao tell the truth she wants to know? Will Cheng Qingyao promise her every request?

"Aunt..."

"I can release Nan Youjin, but you must promise me a condition."

"What conditions?"

"You must promise me every request I make. Of course, these requests will not threaten your life and property, let alone hurt your mind. These problems are within the scope you can bear."

Cheng Qingyao thought for a moment and finally agreed, "OK, let's make an appointment. Call Nan Youjin out and I'll answer the questions I can answer."

Mrs. Nan agreed. She called the bodyguard and asked the bodyguard to send someone to bring Nan Youjin: "tell him that Cheng Qingyao is here to accompany me to dinner. If you want to come, add a pair of bowls and chopsticks. If you don't come, I'll eat slowly with Cheng Qingyao."

Obviously, Mrs. Nan is threatening Nan Youjin with Cheng Qingyao as a chip. Without Cheng Qingyao, Nan Youjin would not have come.

Nan Youjin was not locked up in the main building. He rushed in from the outside. He was in a hurry. He was furious. People hadn't completely come in yet. His anger had spread to his ears: "I said, don't embarrass Cheng Qingyao when you rush to me."

When the voice declined, people were standing in front of them. Nanyoujin was completely different. Her clothes were wrinkled into pickles, her hair was as messy as a bird's nest, her eyes were red and could drop blood, her complexion turned yellow, her face looked haggard, and her new black stubble was all over her face.

be thrown into a panic!

Tortured!

This is all the feelings Nan Youjin gave her: "what's the matter with you? Why did you become like this when your aunt punished you?"

Nan Youjin didn't answer her. She looked at her carefully. She was not hurt, angry or crying... She looked intact. There was no picture he didn't want to see. She reached out and grabbed her hand and led her out

The bodyguard wanted to stop, but Mrs. Nan waved her hand and refused to stop. Cheng Qingyao was there. She was not afraid that he would leave!

After walking all the way to the parking lot, Nan Youjin loosened her grip and asked angrily, "who asked you to come here? She asked you to come. Are you short-sighted?"

Cheng Qingyao's bag is in the living room. She doesn't have a key to drive. He is sloppy and has nothing. Seeing a chair in the distance, she took him to sit down and chat: "my aunt didn't ask me to come, but I came by myself. I couldn't find you. I was worried that my belly was wrinkled."

Nan Youjin puffed and laughed at last: "it's my daughter. She has a conscience. She knows to find me when she hasn't seen her all day."

"More than a conscience, it's a big conscience. When she calls you to turn off the phone, she calls you everywhere. She can't find you and knows to ask Mo Li for help. She knows very well that Mo Li is better here than me. She doesn't come to ask me directly."

Nan Youjin's smile deepened: "she is smarter than ordinary children, like you."

"Intelligence is on the one hand, Mo Li said. You teach well."

"Can Mo Li still say such words? It's not like his personality. I think he should hate me instead of praising me."

"Brother Youjin." Cheng Qingyao put the ring in her right hand in front of him: "Mo Li and I have made up. He proposed to me today, and I promised. Soon, we will get married. As soon as we get married, the stone in my aunt's heart will fall to the ground, so we won't embarrass you like this."

"You... This... Is not..." Nan Youjin is a little messy. What's the news? This is good news, the good news he wants, but why should all the good news come together? He couldn't digest it. He really couldn't digest it: "why did he propose to you? Why did you agree? The annual meeting hasn't been held yet? Will I hold it this year? It's getting so fast, why don't you remind me of the wind?"

Cheng Qingyao tilted her head and looked at him with the light of the street lamp: "brother Youjin, what happened? Why did you become like this? You are not calm and in a mess now, do you know?"

Of course, Nan Youjin knew. She buried her head and put her hands into her hair and grabbed it hard. She sighed frantically after grasping it for a long time. He started from the beginning and said from last night, "Mo Lao is very good to accompany Niannian in the hospital. Niannian likes him again, so I don't want to argue with him. The old man knows that he must be happy with many granddaughters and wants to accompany more. I will give this right to him and go home alone."

Before he got home, he received a call saying that Mrs. Nan had a heart attack and asked him to go home quickly.

Thaksin took it seriously and drove home. As a result, everything was a bureau. As soon as I entered the door, I was sprayed with ecstasy by the bodyguard. Then I lost all consciousness and was locked in the piano room in the backyard. I don't know how long he woke up. He didn't see the bodyguard or Mrs. Nan, but he saw a boy sitting in front of the piano in his dress practicing the piano.

The boy's fingers didn't pop down at all. They hung in the air and moved. It seemed that he could hear music pop out of his fingers without making a sound. Nan Youjin is a little strange and scary. She feels like she has met a ghost.

He got up and walked over. As he walked, he looked sideways to see who the child was? Who knows, when he came closer and looked clearly, he was startled. He could draw the familiar face with his eyes closed. It was clearly himself, himself as a child.

As like as two peas!

Nan Youjin was still a little crazy. He grabbed Cheng Qingyao's hand and worried about the sound line: "you know? He was like Yao Yao, like Yao Yao, like Mo Li. The second Mo Li, he was the second me. He was scared when he saw me, and smiled at me and called me daddy!"

It's strange to hear that he called daddy. Suddenly, Nan Youjin was really shocked. I want to say that he is not his father, but that face can't deny the blood relationship between them.

He is his son!

He is the son he left outside!

At the age of four, he is more sensible than Yao Yao and knows more rules than Yao Yao. He is like a little adult and a little gentleman. He is well educated. There was an evil spirit between his eyebrows and the corners of his lips, which was very much like him.

In this way, he was forced to lock up in the house and face to face with his son who met for the first time.

He didn't want to admit it and couldn't deny it.

He wanted to admit it, but he couldn't accept it.

Being imprisoned and tortured, he was in great pain every minute and every second. Cheng Qingyao didn't quite understand his psychology: "you knew you had a son long ago, but you didn't know it today. What else can't you accept?"

"Different, different..."

"Why is it different?"

"Know, know, accept, accept. This transition should be slow. You can't push the child in front of me in one step. Don't you think it's terrible and terrible to push the child in front of me?"

Cheng Qingyao didn't answer. She went through the scene in her mind. Is it terrible for her father and son to meet? Is it scary? No! If she were, she would ask, "son, where's your mother? Where is she? What's her name?"

Nan Youjin smiled: "I asked all the questions except that I didn't call my son. Guess how he answered me?"