As soon as song Yan heard LAN Beilin say so, the whole person was slightly stunned. She said that the steamed stuffed bun was the child she didn't see?
How is it possible that he is the child of Li Qingyu and other women. Although she doesn't know who the woman is, she knows that the woman must not be herself.
However, song Yan still has a little selfishness in her heart. She hopes that the steamed stuffed bun is her own son. She was the one who messed up with Li Qingyu five years ago. Then her child was taken away, and then Li Qingyu picked it up.
Hehe, what a reasonable story this is. It's just that there are so many coincidences in reality.
"Linlin, I think you think too much." Although song Yan was talking to LAN Beilin, her eyes actually fell on the little steamed stuffed bun, and there was a flash of reflection in her eyes.
"Well, I'm just saying it casually, because he really looks like you." Lanbeilin said with some small emotion.
"I'm his mother. He's not like who I want to be like?" Song Yan said proudly.
Lambeline stopped answering.
Song Yan bought a lot of things for steamed stuffed bun and Li Qingyu. This is what she can do for their father and son, so she can do as much as she can.
After parting from Song Yan and steamed stuffed bun, LAN Beilin returned to the apartment where Gu Yao lived. He saw Gu Yao busy in the kitchen. She went over and found him making dessert.
"Why are you so interested in doing this today?"
"When things are finished, I'm idle anyway, so I'll find something to do for myself." Gu Yao replied with a faint smile.
LAN Beilin said she understood and nodded slightly. "It looks delicious. By the way, Xiao Rou is in a good mood today. She is probably addicted to being a stepmother and is very good to that little steamed stuffed bun..."
Gu Yao listened to her quietly and said with a smile, "children are lovely after all. She can understand that she will be good to him."
"That's right." Lanbeilin thought of the handsome and lovely face of the steamed stuffed bun. It was a pity that he was not her child.
Gu Yao put the dessert on the plate, walked out of the kitchen and put it on the table. "Linlin, come and try."
"OK, it must be very delicious." Lambeline took a piece and ate it.
**
After Song Yan returned to xuange with her steamed stuffed bun, she coaxed him to sleep. Then she went to Li Qingyu's study, something happened, and put the signed divorce agreement she had prepared on his desk.
Although she doesn't want to go to this step and make such a painful choice, she has no way to change.
The deadline given by Luo Suwen is really urgent. It is obvious that she should completely stay away from Li Qingyu and never appear in front of him and have any relationship with him.
I hope Li Qingyu can understand his own practice when he sees the divorce agreement.
Song Yan looked quietly at the divorce agreement on the table. Gradually, her vision became blurred. She really didn't want to separate from Li Qingyu, but she didn't have any way to change the current situation. Who didn't let her get the approval of Li Qingyu's mother.
The corners of her mouth slowly aroused a bitter smile. Only in this alone space can she dare to show her true emotions, because only in this way can she not be found.
She stayed in the study until dinner time. Until the servant called her downstairs for dinner, she gathered her emotions and came out of the study. She went downstairs and had dinner with the steamed stuffed bun.
In the evening, after coaxing the steamed stuffed bun to sleep, she returned to her bedroom to lie down and rest. She received a message from Li Qingyu on wechat.
Li Qingyu: [did you sleep?]
Song Yan: [not yet. How about you?]
Li Qingyu: [I just finished taking a bath, I'll send you a message. Xiaoxuan, isn't he bothering you very much?]
Song Yan: [he's so cute and sensible, how could he bother me...]
……
The two of them chatted with each other on wechat. They were all ordinary words. There were no special sweet words, only warm greetings.
Song Yan looked at the caring words sent by Li Qingyu. Her eyes couldn't help but wet and unknowingly left tears.
Li Qingyu sent her many messages back, but she didn't reply.
She was buried in bed and cried bitterly
Li Yan looked out of the window and poured a glass of wine for a long time.
To be honest, he felt a little uneasy in his heart during this business trip, as if something bad had happened in the back, so he would talk to her on the phone or wechat every day. Only when he learned that she was still good could he really rest assured.
**
Xu family.
Xu Zhengwei sat in the hall and stared at his worthless son sitting opposite him. His whole popularity was so strong that he had to bulge. "You owe another ten million. How many ten million do you owe because of gambling?"
Why did he have such a gambling addicted son? He doesn't focus on how to run the company, but on gambling. If he wins, it's better, but it backfires. He will lose every bet.
"Dad, I also finished a few games with them because I socialized with others. How did I know I would lose so badly." Xu Yan didn't regret at all. Instead, he showed a very indifferent attitude. He felt that the Xu family had plenty of money, so he could pay back no matter how much he lost.
"You can't stop socializing in that place." Xu Zhengwei said sadly.
Ten million is not a small amount after all. He helped solve it twice at a time, but over time, he felt that he was filling a bottomless hole for his son. Even if the Xu family had more money, it would dry up.
"Dad, that's what the customer asked. What can I do?" Xu Yan said with a helpless face, as if such a thing was not under his control.
Xu Zhengwei stared at him with a look of hatred for iron and steel. "You will stay at home honestly for me in the future, otherwise, you will move out of this house. Don't think about asking me for another penny!"
"Dad, what do you mean?" Xu Yan looked at Xu Zhengwei in disbelief and thought his behavior was too much. "Isn't everything I've done for this family? Now Zhiyu broke up with Li Mingze again. I'm not going out to socialize for Xu group."