Good Morning, Mr. President!

Xia Xingchen rolled his eyes. This guy didn't go through at all. It's no wonder to say those messy things last night.

"I'm hung up, you go to sleep."

"I haven't spoken clearly, I'll hang up. What am I thinking?"

"I want to see my mother." Xia Xingchen drank the porridge. "When have you met my mother, and my mother said those things to you?"

Yu Zhenan was excited, "I said yesterday that I've met your mother?"

"Huh ~"

"Then I said ... who is your mother?"

"No. But who is my mother in your imagination?" Xia Xingchen was just curious.

Yu Zenan joked half-truly: "I want to say, in my conjecture, your mother is Mrs. Lanting, do you believe it?"

"Faith, of course, I believe everything you say." Xia Xingchen answered completely perfunctoryly. She felt that she didn't need to take it too seriously to chat with Yu Zhenan. Seeing that the porridge was finished drinking, I glanced at it for about the same time, and said, "Keep on sleeping, I have to pack up and get ready to go out. Dabai is not happy, I will be late, and even more sad."

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When Xia Xingchen changed her clothes, she looked in the mirror, and the kiss marks on her neck were so clear that they could no longer be seen.

Gently stroked his fingers. The kiss marks seemed to be hot, leaving his heat ...

The heat, from her trembling fingertips, all the way to the top of her heart, caused a stir.

For a while, her mind kept popping out of the entangled picture of the two last night, and the whole person was hot. Actually, she didn't even think of it. How to say that in the end, the two of them ...

What should be said is not clear.

Shaking his head, shake those beautiful pictures out of his mind. She quickly changed her clothes and was ready to go out.

Fortunately, it is winter. I can barely go to the parents' meeting to wear a scarf to block the ambiguous marks on my neck.

After going out, Xia Xingchen kept thinking about one thing—when she was with Bai Yeqing last night, she had no contraception, so she went to the pharmacy before going to her child's school.

After buying the medicine afterwards, I took a taxi and went to school.

She arrived before the child and waited for Xia Dabai at the door.

Soon, Wu Qiong sent him over. He came down from the car carrying a schoolbag, and his face was still stretched. A pair of eyes were swollen red. When she saw that she was alone, she was even more unhappy. Carrying a schoolbag and head down, go inside.

Xia Xingchen and Wu Qiong nodded their greetings and quickly followed.

"Xia Dabai." She stepped forward, holding his little hand. He didn't break free of her, he just held her a little finger.

She crooked, looking at his face, "still angry?"

He turned away and refused to admit it.

"Crying nose?"

"No. I won't cry! I already knew Xiaobai lied to me and said you didn't want him!"

"He said I didn't want him?"

Xia Dabai didn't answer. Obviously I do not want to continue this topic. Xia Xingchen squatted down and stared at him, "Don't be angry, maybe ... we misunderstood your father yesterday."

"What's wrong? That aunt, I know. You checked her information online."

"I checked it. But ... what your father said to me last night didn't seem to want to marry her."

"Dabao, you are so deceiving." Xia Dabai sucked his little nose and spoke again, and his voice cried again. "Grandpa and grandma said to me last night, Dad is going to marry that aunt!"

So, last night he cried in the old mansion.

The old lady was distressed and half-dead, and she ran up and down and said good things. In the end, he did n’t marry or marry, but Xia Dabai knew that he was coaxed by his grandma, and he was not so easy to cheat.

"..." Xia Xingchen froze for a moment, some were out of touch. Old man and old lady said so, probably ... they really want the two to marry ...

She sighed. "I'll see your dad later. Ask your dad carefully again, OK?"

"I don't ask. Who he loves to marry and whom, I think it's good for Xiao Nanzi to be my dad!" Xia Dabai was obviously insincere.

Xia Xingchen remembered Bai Yeqing's furious look last night. He pressed his finger on the child's small mouth. "It's fine if you talk to your mother. Don't say so in front of your father. He will be sad."

Xia Dabai's mouth was flattened, and I wanted to say something hard, but when I remembered the picture of his hand injury last night, in the end, the words: "Is he really sad?"

"Well. Of course. You are his son, but you call him a father, and he will certainly not feel well."

Xia Dabai didn't say anything, just coquettishly moved one step forward and lay on her shoulder. "If it wasn't for Xiaobai that made me sad first, I don't want to make him sad ..."

She patted the child's back calmly and coaxed softly. "Then we will ask your father later, shall we?"

"..." He didn't answer, only nodded his head.

Xia Dabai saw that his mood had eased a little, and then said: "Leave it, we go to the classroom first, or we don't have time to leave before we leave."

"Isn't Xiaobai going to participate in my parent-teacher meeting in the future?" Xia Dabai knew Xiaobai's identity was special, and he couldn't force it, but Xiao's heart would still be lost.

"There will be a chance." Xia Dabai touched the back of his little back. In his life, maybe there is only such a son as Xia Dabai. When the time comes, he will soon make his child's identity public. By that time, the child can stand right next to him at any time.

When two people arrived in the classroom, most parents arrived. They are two adults, with children, each child looks particularly excited. The teacher came over and greeted her, "Mrs. Bai."

Xia Xingchen didn't correct it any more, just bowed his head and was led by the teacher to sit in the seat.

The teacher counted the number of people, and a white and tender and cute girl next to Xia Dabai looked at him from time to time. Several times, what I wanted to say, retracted again. Xia Xingchen found it, only smiled and said nothing.

After a while, the little girl seemed unbearable. Baibai's little hand stretched out and yanked Xia Dabai's sleeve.

Xia Dabai glanced at her.

"Dabai, don't you have a father?" The girl asked softly, with a lot of sympathy in her eyes.

This remarkably stabbed Xia Dabai's sore spot, and her small face really collapsed, and she just twisted her face and ignored her. The little girl was treated coldly, and seemed to be very sad. She had the courage to come over and pull him several times, and he shook her hand away angrily without looking at her.

The little girl was so cute, Xia Xingchen felt distressed at the sight of her crying. He took his elbow and turned his awkward son, "You are usually so unkind to girls? Are you angry in a word?"