300. I don’t know who the father of the child is
The little boy blinked his dark eyes, but said nothing, but stretched out his small hands to hold the woman's legs and rubbed his face against her legs.
"I really can't do anything to you." The woman sighed and led the little boy towards the direction of home.
The little boy still said nothing, just blinking a pair of particularly bright and clear eyes.
"Lele, do you think your mother is beautiful?" the woman asked again.
This time the little boy nodded heavily, with a faint smile on his face.
"Since Lele is so sensible, let's take the bus home today." The woman squatted down and hugged the little boy and kissed him.
The little boy shook his head again, as if he was unwilling to take the bus.
"Lele, you don't have to save money for your mother. Mom has made so much today." The woman happily opened the bag, took out the money and shook it in front of the little boy.
The little boy helped to stuff the money into his bag, but still shook his head and said he was unwilling to take the bus home.
The woman shrugged helplessly: "Okay, if you want to save money for your mother, you can't leave in a while, don't think I will carry you."
In order to save a few dollars on bus costs, the woman led the little boy away for nearly an hour before she got home. After so long, the little boy seemed not tired at all and kept walking with his mother obediently.
The environment in which they lived was more than ten times different from the Central Park they were in. The people who came and went here were migrant workers, and they were in dilapidated everywhere.
At this time, I saw a Maybach sedan parked here, and it was like a gold falling into a pile of mud. No one knew it at all.
The woman saw the conspicuous car from a distance, pulled the little boy and walked in another direction immediately.
The car door was pushed open, and the first thing he saw was a pair of slender and two retreats, and then he saw a handsome face. His speed was obviously much faster than that of a woman, and he caught up with her and the little boy in just a few steps.
"Lele." The man first reached out to pull the little boy, who hid behind his mother cleverly.
The woman shouted angrily: "Lu Ziyi, what do you want to do?"
"Xiao Rui." The man known as Lu Ziyi stretched out his hand and hugged the woman in his arms. "Don't be angry anymore, take Lele and me back."
"Lu Ziyi, bastard, let me go!" The woman struggled hard so that she would not be hugged by him.
"Shen Xiaorui, do you think you are too selfish?" the man said with a deep face, "Lele is over four years old. Other boys can recite poems and write lyrics when they are four years old, but he doesn't even say anything now. You only have your backbone and only care about proving that I can live well after leaving. But have you ever thought about Lele? Do you know what he needs?"
"Of course I know." Shen Xiaorui's voice became much softer, and she was obviously not as confident as she was.
“He needs fatherly love.”
"I know, so I'm trying to find him a father." She knows how to take care of her child herself and doesn't have to worry about others.
"I am Lele's father." Lu Ziyi said seriously.
"Hmph, don't tease me anymore. I can't stand a person like President Lu." Shen Xiaorui snorted coldly. If it weren't for the quarrel that he had missed, she might really think he was Lele's biological father.
Although she doesn't know who the child's biological father is, she is certainly not this Lu Ziyi.
Chapter completed!