Faced with Gu Xiaobao's reaction, Aunt Zhang was a little surprised.
After all, he is only five years old, but it is too early for him to become sensible.
Many times, Gu Xiaobao's sensibleness made her feel terrible.
"Aunt Zhang, if you don't go, I'll go." Gu Xiaobao broke away from her and started walking inside.
"Hey, young master!"
Aunt Zhang quickly chased after her...
In the Gu family villa, Gu Jinmo and Zhang Lan sat opposite each other.
"Why are you getting divorced without my consent?" Zhang Lan said with anger on her face, "I have lost my memory, have you lost your memory too?"
"I couldn't refuse you because of her background. What did you say to me? You said you didn't care about your background, only your character. Okay, I'll help you. What now? Why did you kick her out of your relationship?
"
Gu Jinmo pursed her lips and said nothing.
Zhang Lan sighed softly: "If you like someone, chase her. What a good girl."
"I can't catch her." Gu Jinmo's eyes darkened as she thought of the few men who had rushed over just for her today.
"How come you can't catch up?" Zhang Lan was stunned, "She likes you. As long as you show your attitude, she will definitely give you another chance."
Gu Jinmo remembered what he said to her, "Come home with me."
Maybe she didn't hear him, or maybe she didn't want to respond to him. She just said thank you briefly to him and went into another room with Xie Yizhe and the others.
She won't look back.
This realization made his eyes darken.
Zhang Lan could more or less guess what Gu Jinmo was thinking as she knew her son better than her mother.
Her son was already emotionally slow. He originally chose Wen Yan as his wife because of the company, but now, I'm afraid he is really interested in her.
"You are not young, and I don't need to tell you that you regret missing something. The time I can spend with you is limited. I only hope that I can hold a grandson in my lifetime, and I will be satisfied."
Hearing this, Gu Jinmo couldn't help but frown: "Don't always say such things."
Zhang Lan shook his head and smiled.
How could she let him go? He was her only child, and she was also his last relative.
Shortly after Gu Jinmo was born, a fortune teller told her that the child would harm her family. Although she had no worries about money in her life, her family ties were weak.
Naturally, she didn't believe it. It wasn't until Gu Jinxiao passed away and her husband left that she slowly began to believe the fortune teller's words.
Complain and complain, but no matter how much you complain, there is only one child left.
Gu Jinmo lowered his eyelids and his eyelashes trembled slightly.
Maybe he should try it.
After figuring this out, his tense heart suddenly relaxed.
"Mom, I'm going out first." He quickly walked to the elevator and pressed the floor of the underground parking garage.
Seeing his fast pace, Zhang Lan chuckled: "This kid."
She knew that Gu Jinmo had figured it out.
He finally had to face his feelings.
I hope her wish comes true, and then she can face the hardships in the future with peace of mind.
As soon as she got up, the security guard guarding the door came in: "Madam, there is a child who insists on coming in and says he wants to find his father."
"Looking for dad?" Zhang Lan thought it was a lost child and raised her eyelids slightly, "Take him to the public security bureau. There is no father here."
"Okay ma'am."
Outside the door, Gu Xiaobao stared at the security guard walking towards him with bright eyes: "Uncle security guard, have you told my father?"
The security guard shook his head. If he hadn't seen the cute kid, he wouldn't have gone in to report it.
"Kid, your father is not here. If you want to find him, you have to go to the police station."
Just as the security guard was about to close the door, Gu Xiaobao gritted his teeth and slipped in through the crack in the door while he wasn't paying attention.
"Hey! Stop!" The security guard stomped his feet angrily and hurriedly chased after him.
Zhang Lan, who was inside the house, was also about to take a rest. Just as she was going upstairs, something suddenly grabbed her leg.
"grandmother!"
grandmother?
Zhang Lan quickly glanced at the young lady hugging her leg.
"Grandma, I finally see you. Xiaobao misses you so much." Gu Xiaobao raised his face, his eyes turned into crescents, and his small mouth smiled, revealing his neat teeth.
Seeing this familiar face, Zhang Lan was startled, as if struck by lightning: "What did you just... call me?"
"Grandma, mom said, you are my grandma."
Hearing this, Zhang Lan's voice trembled: "What is your name? Who is your mother?"
"My name is Gu Xiaobao, and my mother's name is Su Qianqian." At this point, Gu Xiaobao tilted his head and thought for a moment, then added, "My father's name is Gu Jinmo."
…
Early in the morning, Wen Yan was woken up by the sun. The moment he opened his eyes, he saw the luxurious and unfamiliar decoration and was stunned for a few seconds.
The large floor-to-ceiling windows are bright and clean. The decoration of the room is girlish. The entire tone is blue and pink. The famous paintings hanging on the walls are only found in auction houses.
Only then did she realize that she had already moved into Xie's house.
The landline phone next to the bed rang, and she answered it. Xie Yizhe's voice was gentle and pleasant: "Are you awake? Look outside."
Wen Yan opened the curtains and looked over from a distance. A familiar figure stood in the distance and looked at this side.
"What's wrong?"
"He waited outside all night." Xie Yizhe said meaningfully, "Don't you go and see him?"
Wen Yan was silent.
Xie Yizhe added: "After all, he is the father of the child, you should ask his opinion."
Her eyes widened and her pupils shrank: "How do you know?"
"Your reaction last time was very obvious. After you were hospitalized, I asked the doctor and confirmed it, but I saw that you didn't mention it to anyone, so I asked the doctor to keep it confidential."
"No wonder the doctor only said that I had low blood sugar after I fainted. It turned out that you helped me hide it. Thank you." Wen Yan looked at the man outside the window, as if sensing her, Gu Jinmo looked towards the window where she was.
Coming over, she subconsciously took a step back and quickly stabilized her mood.
They are divorced, and now the initiative is on her side.
Wen Yan, what are you afraid of...
She took a deep breath and said to Xie Yizhe on the phone: "Brother, ask him what's wrong. If he's looking for me, just refuse him for me and say I don't want to see him."
Although he helped her yesterday, she was still afraid.
He liked Su Qianqian so much, there was no way he would just sit back and watch.
She was afraid that he would ask for mercy from her, and she was even more afraid that he would question her.
From now on, it’s better to meet less often.
She touched her belly and murmured softly: "My child, don't blame mom... Mom can still support you without dad."
She believes that as long as her child is given a good education and the right guidance, he will be like herself and will not go astray because of a lack of love.
Wen Yan's words of "big brother" made Xie Yizhe extremely considerate.
Xie Yizhe hung up the phone and walked out briskly.
This is the first time that Wen Yan calls himself big brother so solemnly, which sounds nice and warm.
He must be worthy of this title.
Gu Jinmo was leaning next to the motorcycle and had just taken a few puffs of cigarette.
He waited and thought all night.
His mother and friends all saw what he was thinking, but he himself didn't.
Some things are very secret, and Ni Duan can be discovered if you think about it. For example, after receiving the divorce certificate, he began to have insomnia all night long.
"Gu Jinmo."
A gentle voice brought back his thoughts.
Gu Jinmo's smoking hand paused slightly, and he stood up straight involuntarily. Under Xie Yizhe's gaze, he moved his fingers and pursed his lips, revealing his nervousness.
"Mr. Xie." He glanced at the window with dark eyes, "Wen Yan, she..."
"She is Xie Xianxian now."
Xie Yizhe's calm tone was like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart hard.