High-profile spoiled marriage: Mr. Bo can't

Now that she has returned to Huaguo and Bo Haoyi's side, Sheng Mingzhu is unwilling to make the same mistakes again, but wants to make up for the lost minutes and seconds that she was not able to spend with her baby.

Hearing Sheng Mingzhu said that he would accompany him to the kindergarten to participate in tomorrow's parent-child activities as a mother, Bo Haoyi couldn't hide the joy on his face at all.

He buried his head in the other's warm embrace, feeling as if he really had a mother, and no one would laugh at him for being a poor wretch without a mother anymore.

Bo Haoyi was so excited that he didn't fall asleep all night, he stared at the ceiling of his bedroom with those grape-like eyes.

As soon as he heard the jingle of the alarm clock set last night, he threw off the quilt on his body, kicked and kicked on his slippers to find Sheng Mingzhu who lived in the guest bedroom.

Sheng Mingzhu kept saying that she was a nanny hired by Bao Sicheng, so naturally she couldn't live in the same bedroom as her employer.

But she and Bao Sicheng had been separated for three full years, and now they finally got back together, so how could it be possible for her to really sleep in two rooms like a nanny and an employer.

She and Bao Sicheng could only sneak back to their own bedroom from the guest bedroom after their son Bo Haoyi fell asleep.

Fortunately, Sheng Mingzhu woke up very early today, and prepared breakfast for Bo Haoyi in the kitchen, otherwise the other party would really find out that her relationship with Bo Sicheng was unusual.

"Sister Mingzhu, sister Mingzhu," the child looked much more lively than usual, ran to her side and grabbed her by the hem of her clothes and asked with his head raised, "Can I call you mom now?"

"of course."

Sheng Mingzhu freed a hand while frying a golden egg, touched his little head and couldn't help laughing: "You can call me mom at any time, so that other children won't feel that you don't have a mom gone."

She listened to the mother's baby voice after another, but her heart seemed to be injected with a warm current, as warm as spring in April.

This was the voice she had dreamed countless times in the late night of the prosperous empire, and it was also the body she wanted to hug countless times.

Although this relationship is still wearing a disguise, Sheng Mingzhu believes that one day she will find the time to muster up the courage to tell Bo Haoyi that she is his biological mother.

"Mom," Bo Haoyi blinked, and leaned against her very affectionately, watching her deftly put the fried egg on the plate, "I want to eat a runny egg."

Sheng Mingzhu met her child's demands, she smiled and cracked a fresh egg into the frying pan: "Okay, I'll fry a soft-hearted egg for our little Haoyi."

Bao Sicheng, who was lying in the bedroom over there and smelled the fragrance from here, yawned and got up from the bed, put on a suit and shirt and walked out of the room unhurriedly.

It has been a long time since he slept in like he does now. He is usually busy with work and has to take care of a three-year-old child. He is both a father and a mother. Send him to kindergarten in person.

Although the assistant around him once persuaded him to hire a full-time nanny to take care of his son Bo Haoyi, Bo Sicheng always felt that other people's care was not as careful as his biological parents, so he never accepted the other party's advice. proposal.

Now that Sheng Mingzhu had returned to him, back to this apartment, Bao Sicheng suddenly felt as if spring had come, every pore exuded a sense of joy.

He glanced at his son Bo Haoyi who was sticking to Sheng Mingzhu's side like a little tail. He could only restrain the urge to go forward and hug him from behind, and sat in front of the dining table and asked slowly: "Today Why did you wake up so early, is there something else?"

Sheng Mingzhu put the fried egg for Bo Haoyi into the child's small bowl, put the hot milk on the dining table and replied: "Today, Haoyi's school has parent-child activities, I heard that Mr. Bo works There are too many things going on and I can't accompany him, so I pretend to be Haoyi's mother and accompany him."

When Bao Sicheng heard her mention the parent-child activities in the kindergarten, the expression on his face was obviously taken aback, and he scratched his chin in embarrassment.

There are too many things going on in the company recently, and the meetings one after another did not give him a chance to breathe.

Although Bao Sicheng also wanted to put his precious son first while being thorough in everything, the reality often did not allow him to do so.

"It's okay, Dad can't accompany me, but Mom can accompany me."

Bo Haoyi shook his little head and stuck to Sheng Mingzhu's side, staring at Sheng Mingzhu intently, as if he could no longer see the existence of his father Bo Sicheng.

"You little traitor," Bao Sicheng smiled helplessly, but he was extremely relieved in his heart, "If you have a mother, you don't need a father. I really don't know how I treat you."

Sheng Mingzhu didn't mean to blame the other party by saying this, she also knew that Bo Sicheng had put in a lot of effort and thought in taking care of Bo Haoyi over the years.

He had to take care of the company while taking care of his baby who was just full moon at the time. One can imagine the hardships and bitterness involved.

She handed the fork to the other party, sat down at the dining table with her son Bo Haoyi, and called them to have breakfast first.

"Don't worry," Bao Sicheng stretched out his hand to scratch his son's nose and said with a smile, "Mom and Dad will accompany you to the next parent-child event."

At this moment, Bo Haoyi was obediently eating his Liuxin omelet with his head down, and could no longer hear what his father Bo Sicheng was saying.

His mind had already drifted to the kindergarten, thinking about how surprised other children would be when they saw his mother appear.

No one will point to him anymore and say he is a motherless wretch, and no one will say that his handiwork is bought from the store.

The grievances and sorrows he has suffered these days will be completely washed away by the arrival of Sheng Mingzhu. He is also a baby with a father and a mother just like other children.

Sheng Mingzhu didn't know what her precious son was thinking, but felt that he seemed to be in a particularly good mood, the corners of his blushing mouth kept turning upwards, and he was biting into the hearty fried egg, as if he couldn't wait any longer I want to go to kindergarten sooner.

She reached out and brushed aside the broken hair on his forehead that blocked his eyebrows, and then said with a smile: "Eat slowly and don't choke. I will accompany you to school after eating."