"Call me if you have any questions, I'll come and help you anytime."

"good!"

Ji Qingning's heart is warm.

After hanging up the phone, Ji Qingning wanted to see if her son got up. She walked to the second floor and gently pushed open a lounge. On the leather sofa, there was already a strong figure sitting there with the little guy.

Huangfu Quanche sat gentlely beside the sleeping little guy, motionless like a sculpture.

Ji Qingning was stunned. Although this man was ruthless to her, at least he could see that he treated his son well.

At this moment, the little guy also slept. He stretched his waist and opened his eyes. He saw a pair of gentle gazes staring at him. He smiled and called out, "Dad".

Ji Qingning also came over. The little guy turned over, his big eyes were shiny, and he shouted like a coquettish, "Mommy!"

Ji Qingning sat beside him, grabbed his small body in his arms, reached out and touched his forehead, and sweated when he was sleeping.

"Mommy, when will you come to [www.boquge.co]? Do you still want to go back to the hotel?"

The little guy held her neck with a dependent look on his face.

"The hotel has been checked out, and I will stay here with you from now on."

Ji Qingning smiled and stroked his little head, kissing him on his fair and plump forehead.

"Yeah! Mommy, then we live with Daddy, right?"

The little guy asked exactly.

Ji Qingning looked up and happened to meet the man opposite her. She looked at her son seriously and said, "Although we live together, your dad and I have divorced. We have their own lives. Living together is just to raise you."

Huangfu Quanche's heart was thrust. Is this woman's word for divorce in front of her son?

I won't be afraid of hurting my son's heart.

The little guy blinked his big eyes and nodded, "Mommy, don't work too hard, Daddy promised to pay you a child support."

Ji Qingning tapped his nose lightly and said with a stern face, "Mommy can support you."

"We can talk about the issue of child support, and it's okay."

Huangfu Quanche raised his eyebrows. He would not be able to pay for the four years of support.

Ji Qingning never thought about greeding for his money, so she said casually, "If you are willing to give, just watch it and give it!"

After saying that, she took her son, "Mommy takes you to have a glass of water and tell you good news. Your godmother is back."

“Really?

That's great, I miss her so much!"

The little guy said he was very happy.

When Huangfu Quanche heard this, he immediately frowned. It seemed that there were many important people in his son’s heart, and he could not rank the number.

Therefore, in order to mention his image of his father in his son's heart, it is inevitable to cultivate father-son relationship with him.

Ji Qingning took his son downstairs to drink water. After a while, a neat and capable woman walked in with a file bag. Ji Qingning looked up and saw that the woman was also stunned.

He immediately greeted her, "Miss Ji, long time no see."

"Assistant Qiao, long time no see."

Ji Qingning also said hello. Huangfu Quanche has two very capable assistants. The man is called Wan Wen and the woman is called Qiao Min. Five years ago, he was a capable general around him.

Qiao Min smiled and said, "Miss Ji, the young master is very well raised."

Ji Qingning stroked her son's little head and said, "Call Aunt Qiao."

"Hello Aunt Qiao."

The little guy spoke politely.

"Hello, young master."

Qiao Min bent down and greeted her with a smile, and stood up, "I'll go and sign a few documents with the boss."

Ji Qingning led her son to the direction of the back garden. At this moment, it was evening again.

Looking at the clean green grassland, the little guy found a ball and kicked it on it, and was so happy.

Ji Qingning sat aside and watched. With the child's mother, her heart and eyes were full of her own treasures.

"Miss Ji, please have tea."

The maid brought tea and snacks on her own initiative.

Ji Qingning smiled at her, "Thank you."

"My surname is Liu, and I am a domestic servant of Young Master Huangfu."

"Then I'll call you Mrs. Liu! Thank you for your care for my son these two days."

"That's what we should do when taking care of the young master."

"I'll have to trouble you in the future."

"We are extremely happy."

When Mrs. Liu left, Ji Qingning drank tea, admired her son's figure playing football, and enjoyed a moment of silence.

Since she returned to China to participate in the competition, she has never been quiet.

After a while, she heard calm footsteps coming from the corridor behind her, and she knew who was coming without looking back.

Huangfu Quanche changed into a gray sportswear, and he walked straight to the grass to play football with the little guy.

Ji Qingning looked at the father and son playing football on the grass. Hearing his son's giggles from time to time. Ji Qingning held his chin and felt a little complicated inside.

Father's love is also an indispensable existence in the child's life. At this moment, the son is sweating heavily, running like the wind, focusing and full of sports, and the macho spirit emitted by her body is something that she, as a mother, cannot bring.

Therefore, recognizing Huangfu Quanche as her father is a bad thing for her, but a good thing for her son.

The sunset in the distance is setting, and night gradually falls.

The little guy held the ball and ran to Ji Qingning in front of him in a panting breath, "Mommy, am I playing well?"

This is for praise.

“Awesome kick.”

Ji Qingning kissed his sweaty little head without hesitation.

"Xiaochen, Daddy will give you a bath."

Behind him, a low magnetic male voice came gently.

"I want mommy to wash it."

The little guy turned his head and answered.

Ji Qingning stroked his little head, "Okay, mommy will help you wash it."

Huangfu Quanche was a little sad, but he fought for, "Xiaochen, you have grown up and can't mess with your mother anymore."

"Why?"

The little guy asked in confusion.

"Because the physical characteristics of men and women are different, some places cannot be washed by your mom."

Huangfu Quanche squatted down and said, "I can only let my dad wash."

Ji Qingning was stunned for a few seconds while standing by. What thoughts did this man instilled in his son?

"Who said I can't wash it?"

Ji Qingning was a little angry. It was not his turn to take care of her son.

"I will leave it to me to do something like bathing my son in the future."

Huangfu Quanche scrambled for power.

"Mommy, if you are tired, just take a break! Let Dad wash me."

The little guy cared about mommy.

Ji Qingning actually hoped that her son would be more masculine, so she had to compromise, "Okay, let your dad wash it!"

Huangfu Quanche led the little guy to the bathroom of the master bedroom on the third floor. The little guy wanted to take a bathtub, and Huangfu Quanche put water on it.

"Dad, do you want to wash together?"

The little guy asked.

"Do you want daddy to accompany you?"

"You must, Daddy, let's wash together!"

The little guy nodded.

"Okay, Daddy will wash with you."
Chapter completed!