Mr.Zhong, you have to be responsible for me

Zhong Yibai has been waiting for Zhong Nanyu.

From the time I came home from school, I waited until sunset, and the sky outside gradually darkened.

He ran to the kitchen again. "Grandma Guo, did my father call back“

"No."

"Oh."

He ran back to the living room, lay down in front of the French window, looked at the direction of the door, and looked forward to seeing the car of Zhong Nanyu.

At this moment, Zhong Yibai realized what is eager to see.

Finally, more than ten minutes later, the familiar car slowly drove in and parked in a fixed parking space.

The clock cheered and ran to the porch.

For the first time, he took the initiative to open the door of the villa for Zhong Nanyu.

Zhong Nan pulled down his quilt and strode to the villa.

Looking at the courteous face standing at the door and looking forward to seeing his clock white, he raised his feet into the house and asked, "if you have committed a crime, I advise you to put away your flattery. This move is useless to me."

Zhong Yibai closes the villa door, and Bai Nen's small face is full of injured expression.

"Comrade Lao Zhong, why don't you want me to order well."

Zhong Nanyu changed her shoes and strode to the living room, "OK? Then tell me where" good "comes from?"

Zhong Yibai followed him, "let me tell you this. Recently, I have performed very well in school. If you don't believe it, you can ask Su Su."

Zhong Nanyu went upstairs without stopping and ignored him.

As soon as Zhong saw that he ignored him, he was in a hurry and followed him upstairs.

Because I asked for something, my tone was a little soft.

"Dad, I want to tell you something."

"Yes."

"Do you have time tomorrow?"

"No!"

Zhong Yibai, "... Dad, I'm talking to you about business. Can you think about it before you answer?"

"Your problem doesn't need to be considered."

Zhong Yibai didn't beat around the bush with him. He said directly, "at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, there will be a 61 children's performance in the auditorium of our school. Su Su said that all the children's parents will get it."

On the second floor, Zhong Nanyu turned the corner and walked towards his bedroom.

Without stopping, the voice followed, "call your grandparents. If they don't have time, I'll send a secretary."

As soon as the clock heard it, the little universe burst out.

He rushed to Zhong Nange and stopped Zhong Nange's way.

Straightened his small waist, raised his small face and stared angrily at Zhong Nanyu.

"Are you still not my father? Other children are parents. Why do I have to be grandparents?" maybe it really hurt my heart. Zhong Yibai's voice choked. "I know you're not my father, but since you raise me, why can't you raise me well?"

Zhong Nanyu looked down at the child in front of him. His big round eyes contained a bubble of tears.

Originally, the lips could not help but hook, "do you have a program?"

"Yes."

"What time does it start tomorrow?"

"Su Su said that before nine o'clock, parents get it in the school auditorium."

"Yes."

Zhong Yibai's eyes brightened, "well, what does it mean? So you promised?"

Zhong Nanyu bypassed him and raised his feet to the bedroom. "You'd better not embarrass me tomorrow."

Zhong Yibai, "..."

A surge of emotion that just came up suddenly disappeared.

Zhong Nanyu is indeed his stepfather!

......

Before going to bed at night, Zhong Yibai was too excited to sleep. He sent Su Mian a wechat.

I can't type, so I can only speak.

"Susu, did you sleep?"

But wait and wait. I haven't seen Su Mian reply to him for a long time.

So he couldn't bear to send another message, "are you asleep? I'm actually nothing. I just want to tell you that my old clock promised me to see my performance tomorrow."

Su Mian was taking a bath. When she came out after taking a bath, she saw the message sent to her by Zhong Yibai.

When Zhong Yibai said that Zhong Nange would go to school to see him perform tomorrow, Su Mian became nervous for some reason.

There's another show for her tomorrow

After thinking about it, she returned a message to Zhong Yibai.

"Aren't you very happy? Then do well tomorrow and make him proud of you."

Zhong Yibai immediately replied to her, "of course, I must make him look up to me. He always looks down on me."

Su Mian was unable to laugh or cry, and felt that the resentment between the father and son was a little deep.

......

The next day, Zhong Group.

After the morning meeting, Zhong nangui took the lead out of the conference room, and Yan Qingming followed him closely.

A quarter before entering the president's office, Zhong Nanyu stopped.

Turn around and look at Yan Qingming, "push the itinerary after 9 a.m."

Yan Qingming, "Yu Zong of Qiming group made an appointment with you to discuss the contract at 9:30..."

Qiming group has always been a partner of Zhong's group. The relationship between the two enterprises has always been very good. This cooperation is also expected by the two companies.

Zhong Nanyu thought a little, "ask Yu Qiming if the time can be set in the afternoon?"

"OK."

Yan Qingming turns to make a phone call. Zhong Nanyu raises his feet and enters the president's office.

As soon as he took off his suit and coat and hung it on the hanger, Yan Qingming came in.

"Mr. Zhong, Mr. Yu has come, just downstairs..."

Zhong Nanyu frowned slightly. A moment later, he said to Yan Qingming, "call Secretary Meng in."

"Yes."

......

Kindergarten auditorium

The auditorium is brightly lit, and the stage is beautifully arranged without losing childlike innocence.

Backstage, Zhong, dressed in a martial arts performance suit, stretched out his small head several times a day and looked at the audience.

But there were too many people in the audience. He didn't aim at the person he was looking for after several rounds.

He didn't come, did he?

Thinking of this possibility, Zhong Yibai couldn't calm down. He raised his feet to Su Mian, who was tying her children's hair. "Su Su, can I borrow your mobile phone?"

Su Mian was busy plaiting the children who came on stage for a while. He was too busy to spare his hand. He said to Zhong Yibai, "it's in my bag. Go get it yourself."

Su Mian's bag was placed on the table. Zhong Yibai opened it and took out her mobile phone.

The mobile phone number was already familiar and rotten. Zhong Yibai skillfully pressed the number and dialed it out.

......

In the small conference room of Zhong's group, Zhong Nanyu is listening to the people of Qiming group about the contents of the contract.

A laptop was placed in front of him, and the content of the contract being explained by the other party was displayed on the screen.

He put one hand on the armrest of the big class chair and the other on the table with his mobile phone in hand.

The phone is muted, but the screen will light up when you call.

He didn't want to pay attention to it, but the line of sight from the corner of his eye inadvertently scanned the caller name displayed on the screen, hesitated for half a second, and reached for it.

He raised his hand, made a pause gesture to the head of Qiming group, got up and walked out of the conference room with his mobile phone.

The door closed and he pressed the answer button.

"Miss Su."

He thought it was su Mian, but the voice over there was

"Dad," Zhong Yibai's voice was clear and tender, "are you here?"

Zhong Nanyu was silent for a moment, and then made a slow sound, "I'm busy here. I can't get through for the time being. I let Secretary Meng pass."

The other end of the phone was silent for a long time and hung up.

Zhong nanqin's eyebrows wrinkled as she listened to the "Dudu" Sheng sound from the microphone.