Mummy is here, daddy spoils!

If she didn't know anything, she wouldn't have thought about it, but Xia Zhian already knew a little about the child's whereabouts. She felt like an ant crawling in her heart. She always felt itchy. She wanted to know more about the child and wanted to see her.

But the president of Zhu's enterprise, how can these people be the people that Xia Zhian's circle of friends can touch?

Xia Zhian wanted to search the information of president Zhu on the Internet to see if she could get something. Before she could get online, she heard the housekeeper say that Mo Qingchen was looking for her.

"Mr. Mo, what can I do for you?" Xia Zhian asked, standing in front of Mo Qingchen and lowering her head in good order.

Mo Qingchen looked at her for a long time and didn't know what he was thinking.

"I have a game at noon. You go with me."

"Hmm?" Xia Zhi'an was stunned for a moment. Then she reflected what he said about the "bureau", so she immediately said, "Mr. Mo, you'd better find a Secretary for this kind of business. I'm just a nanny and can't help you."

Xia Zhian felt strange in her heart. Mo Qingchen didn't seem to be such a careless person.

"That's it." Mo Qingchen announced non-negotiable.

The arm can't twist the thigh. No matter how Xia Zhian wants to refuse, Mo Qingchen gives an order, she can only follow obediently.

Xia Zhi thought that she had made it clear in advance. Even if she screwed up later, Mo Qingchen couldn't blame her. After all, he knew that she was non professional and had to go her own way.

In the dining room box, Mo Qingchen is socializing with someone.

"Hello, Mr. Zhu!" Mo Qingchen reached out and shook hands with the middle-aged man opposite.

The person brought by the other party is also a little strange. A young man like a secretary, and then a middle-aged woman and child. I think it should be his wife and child.

"Thank you, Mr. mo." the man said, "it's Zhu's honor to take time out of his busy schedule to meet."

"You're welcome," said Mo Qingchen.

The other party seemed to be very surprised at the arrival of Mo Qingchen, took the initiative to talk to him, and even said hello to Xia Zhian.

"Who is this?" Mr. Zhu looked at Xia Zhian with a strange look in his eyes.

"My assistant," said Mo Qingchen.

Xia Zhian was a little confused in her mind at the moment. She suddenly reacted. The man in front of her was surnamed Zhu. He looked more than 50 years old, and his child——

"Mom, this chair is a little high," the little boy said to the woman next to him.

It seems that he came out with his parents for the first time. The little boy was full of novelty about everything, and looked at Mo Qingchen and Xia Zhian a little astringently. When he found that Xia Zhian was also looking at him, he smiled a little embarrassed.

The woman was very patient with the child. She helped him adjust the chair, put the tableware closer in front of him, and gently asked, "are you better now?"

"Well, thank you, mom!" the little boy said with a smile.

The woman was slightly sorry and explained to them, "I'm sorry, he's still too young. It's his first time to attend such a scene, which makes you laugh."

Xia Zhian felt that her temples were jumping suddenly, inexplicable palpitations, and then her lacrimal gland was hot. She was about to cry on the spot.

So this is her child

Her eyes seemed to stick. Xia Zhian felt that she couldn't see enough. She wanted to engrave her son's appearance in her heart.

The little boy looks like his father, but he doesn't seem to be like himself, but anyway, in Xia Zhian's heart, he thinks he is so cute.

Zhu Zong and Mo Qingchen are talking about the meaning of life. Xia Zhian doesn't understand it at all, and she doesn't want to listen.

Mrs. Zhu noticed that Xia Zhian seemed to be looking at her son all the time, smiled and asked, "assistant Xia seems to like children very much?"

"Hmm?" Xia Zhian didn't expect that the other party would take the initiative to talk to him. He was stunned and said, "I like children very much. I think he is very cute, so I looked more. I'm sorry."

"It's all right." Mrs. Zhu said very generously, touched her son's small head and said lovingly, "it's our baby's blessing to be liked, but I'm quite surprised. Now young people don't like children very much, but it's rare like assistant Xia."

Xia Zhian's heart was sour, but she saw that her son's satisfaction was indescribable. She said, "because your son is really cute."

The little boy was praised. He was shy and lowered his head. He couldn't help sneaking at the beautiful aunt who said he liked him.

Mrs. Zhu seems to be knowledgeable and reasonable, and her temperament is particularly gentle. Xia Zhian's uneasy mood slowly calms down. Presumably, her baby should live well in the Zhu family, and Zhu's husband and wife must be very good to him.

For Xia Zhian, this is the luckiest thing.

But - which biological mother can not be sad at all when watching her child call others' mothers sweetly?

In front of the Zhu family, Xia Zhian is not jealous. She just feels sad for herself. She can't recognize her children or show abnormalities to destroy the original happy life of others.

The complex emotion was really unbearable. Xia Zhian suddenly stood up with a strange expression on her face.

"Assistant Xia, what's the matter with you?" president Zhu asked with concern, looking at Xia Zhian's fundus with concern.

Xia Zhian was in a panic. Didn't Zhu always recognize her?

She doesn't remember the surrogacy in those years, but president Zhu must remember. Will president Zhu recognize her and know that she is the child's biological mother, so she cares about her so much?

"Excuse me," Xia Zhian said, then ran out of the box and walked towards the bathroom.

Mo Qingchen looked at Xia Zhian's back, and his eyes were obscure.

The atmosphere in the box has been very good, and in a compartment in the bathroom at the end of the corridor, Xia Zhian sat on the toilet. Finally, she could no longer restrain her sadness and burst into tears.

Her mind was in a mess, with the peace of mind after confirmation, the pain of being unable to recognize each other, and the innocent smiling face of the little boy.

People are greedy. After touching a little, they will want to have more, and Xia Zhian knows she can't.

"Xia Zhian, forget all this after crying this time. It's enough to know that her son is doing well!" Xia Zhian said to herself while crying bitterly.

The meal in the private room continued. Xia Zhian didn't want to leave for too long to avoid suspicion. After releasing her emotions, she walked out of the compartment. When washing her hands, she saw her appearance in the mirror and patted her face with cold water.

After finishing herself, Xia Zhian went out, but before she took two steps, she ran into Mo Qingchen head-on.