Cute baby coming: the dark president paranoid love

It was past nine o'clock in the evening when I arrived at Xu's house to pick up a pair of babies.

Ling Qiyang went back to sleep after being criticized by Ling Moxue for a few words, but the little milk bag stayed in her room, babbling like a little old woman, "Mum, I didn't lie to you, that uncle named Gu really It's like Daddy."

Ling Moxue tidied up the clothes in the closet, and replied casually: "Got it."

"Then what are you interested in?"

"No."

"why?"

"Mummy loves Daddy."

"But Daddy is dead." Ling Qiyue shook the six-inch color headshot in her hand.

The handsome man in the photo is an adult version generated by Ling Moxue on the computer based on his son's appearance, in order to satisfy the children's desire to see photos of their "father" before he died.

Ling Moxue glanced at the photo, and suddenly a piece of clothing in her hand fell to the ground, and she lowered her eyes, with a flash of sadness in her eyes...

Yeah, the kids' daddy died for saving himself.

She didn't know he was dead until she rushed to the hospital the next day to investigate secretly. The doctor said that his body was taken away by his family that night, leaving only an English name "Jack".

She went home sad, and saw her first love boyfriend Yang Jianchen glaring at her angrily, not allowing her to make any excuses, and left without saying "You really let me down".

It turned out that Ling Mengyao said that she slept with the fat manager of the bank for money.

She didn't cry. After packing her luggage, she went to the airport and flew to Paris, France, where she found her brother who was studying there...

"Mommy, Mommy!" The daughter's cry brought back Ling Moxue's memory, her eyes flickered, and she bent down to pick up the clothes.

"Mommy..."

Ling Qiyue wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Ling Moxue, "Sauerkraut, Mommy is tired tonight, can you go back to bed first?"

Ling Qiyue lowered her eyes, looked at "Father" in the photo, and said in disappointment, "Good night, Mommy."

"Good night." Ling Moxue leaned down and kissed her on the forehead.

Little pickled cabbage walked out of the room step by step, but Ling Moxue's heart ached a little...

The daughter longed for a father, a wish she had tirelessly mentioned for two years.

Ling Moxue then went into the bathroom and stood under the shower head, letting the cold water wash over her body...

If I hadn't drank that glass of wine back then, I wouldn't have had that kind of thing happen to Jack! Yang Jianchen would not leave him either.

All of this is because her stepmother, Zhao Qin, and her sister used vicious means to her. Sooner or later, she will recover this debt from Zhao Qin's mother and daughter!

The next morning, the drowsy Ling Moxue was woken up by her daughter.

"Mommy, are you resting today?"

Ling Moxue rubbed her eyes, and replied lazily, "Mmm... rest."

"That's great, Guoguo said that today the matchmaker will have a blind date, you can dress up and bring back a green onion for the crispy rice and sauerkraut, okay?"

"Scallions?" Ling Moxue sat up suddenly without any sleepiness.

The daughter beside the bed nodded solemnly, and explained seriously: "You are pancakes, I am sauerkraut, and Guoguo is crispy rice. Now the family lacks an onion."

"Pfft..." Ling Moxue laughed and fell on the bed.

A few seconds later, she thumped the edge of the bed, "Sauerkraft, who taught you to say these words?"

"Godmother."

Uh... Ling Moxue stroked her forehead.

This Xu Zhihui is obviously a lady of every family, and has also studied abroad in Paris for four years, but she still has the habit of speaking unscrupulously and carelessly.

No, she and Du Ruojian returned to China for work three months in advance, and when the children came back, they stopped speaking English and spoke local Mandarin.

Ling Moxue didn't know whether to laugh or cry, she touched her daughter's face and said, "If you're looking for a shallot, you have to find a good one, you can't do it casually."

"I know, I know." Ling Qiyue nodded her head like a chicken pecking at rice again, "If you want to find it, find a fragrant and white green onion that Mommy likes to eat."

Hehe... Uncle Shuai is the most suitable for this green onion.