"I make friends normally, it's none of your business." After Tang Zhixia finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
A certain man's face turned gloomy to the end. This woman was really vulgar. How could grandma want him to marry such a woman?
After work, Tang Zhixia was the first to rush out of the office door and came downstairs. Zhan Qingye's cool SUV was parked at the front door, which was particularly eye-catching.
Tang Zhixia opened the passenger seat and got into the car, and said to him, "Go pick up Chenchen!"
Zhan Qingye looked at her professional uniform, fascination flashed in his eyes, "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen wearing a uniform."
Tang Zhixia's heart felt sweet, "I like to hear this."
I picked up the little guy at school. As expected, the little guy was very happy. He sat in the safety seat specially prepared for him in the back seat and even sang loudly. This was a song he had just learned.
"Mom and dad go to work... I'm in kindergarten. I can't cry or make trouble. Say "Good morning, teacher..."
The young and loud children's voice sang really beautifully. Tang Zhixia also beat the time very seriously. The little guy sang even more energetically and sang several times.
Even Zhan Qingye started humming, and there was a happy atmosphere throughout the car.
In a high-end restaurant, Zhan Qingye ordered a big meal. Looking at the little guy's beautiful face, Zhan Qingye always had a voice in his heart. He wanted to be the father of this child. Although he was not his biological child, he would definitely regard it as his.
If you love someone who is your own child, you will treat it as if you have already passed away in this life.
His eyes turned to the woman opposite him again. As long as she nodded, he would immediately marry her and go home, giving their mother and son a stable and safe harbor.
After dinner, we walked around the mall again. The little guy got a few more gifts. Tang Zhixia really disagreed with Zhan Qingye's love for his son. Fortunately, his son was not the kind of person who was addicted to gifts.
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At half past nine, Zhan Qingye's car parked in front of her apartment. He felt heartbroken when he heard that it was rented to her by the company.
It seems that it is time for him to show off his skills as a speculator. Tomorrow he will give her a large flat in the city center so that they can live in the safest community.
"Come on, let's kiss uncle before we leave." Zhan Qingye hugged the little guy and said.
The little guy held his head and kissed him. Zhan Qingye looked at the woman next to him and wanted her to kiss him, but he didn't have the courage. Now, he didn't dare to express his feelings too much for fear of scaring her away.
Tang Zhixia took her son and waved goodbye and went back to the apartment.
However, Zhan Qingye did not leave for a long time.
As soon as the little guy returned to the apartment, he asked the question he had been thinking about all along, "Mommy, do you think Uncle Qingye is okay?"
"OK!"
"Then do you like him?"
"I like it!" Tang Zhixia quickly packed away the toys in the house while answering his son's question.
"Then do you want to marry him?" the little guy asked again.
Tang Zhixia's hands stiffened when she was packing the toys. She couldn't help but look back at her son and couldn't help but smile, "Chenchen, I only regard Uncle Qingye as a friend!"
The little guy doesn't quite understand the feelings between adults. If you like someone, can't you stay together?
"Mommy, I think Uncle Qingye likes you very much."
A flash of helplessness flashed through Tang Zhixia's heart. She could also feel that Zhan Qingye clearly didn't think of her as a friend, but she felt that she was not worthy of Zhan Qingye and that he deserved someone better.
That night five years ago, she was dirty and bullied by a bastard. After that night, she had no interest in men. Her son was everything in her life. She no longer needed marriage, love, or men.
