Wealthy Marriage: The President's Dumb Wife

Three years later.

Marina, International Airport.

"Could you please make way for me?" Zhenqi in a black windbreaker pushed a luggage cart, trying her best to dodge the passing pedestrians. There were two big and one small, and a three-year-old child was sitting on top of the stacked suitcases. Little boy, the boy's pink and jade-carved face is very similar to Song Yu's when he was a child, especially those deep eyes, so pure that people can't bear to look directly at them.

"Miss, do you need help?"

Because of Zhenqi's screams along the way, the security guards in the airport hall couldn't help noticing this embarrassed woman, and stepped forward to inquire.

"Thank you, I can do it myself." Zhenqi raised her head and smiled brightly at the young security guard who came forward to ask her.

But Zhenqi just said that she doesn't need help, and she doesn't know any unintentional passenger. When she dragged her suitcase and passed by Zhenqi, the wheels of the suitcase collided with the wheels of the luggage cart that Zhenqi was pushing. , the passenger is fine, but Zhenqi's problem is serious, because Zhenqi's hands left the luggage cart, the collision caused the car to lose its center of gravity, and it slid forward a few steps crookedly, although the security guard quickly pulled He got into the car, but the luggage on the car fell to the ground with the boy who was playing with his cowboy hat.

"Yijing." Looking at the child who fell from the luggage cart, Zhenqi screamed and rushed up regardless of her high heels.

Fortunately, Feynman did not fall to the ground, and the security guard hugged the child in time, but the three boxes of luggage fell to the ground, spilling everywhere.

"Miss, your child is fine." The security guard put Yi Jing on the ground and said to Zhen Qi.

Zhenqi stepped forward and pulled Yijing over, carefully inspecting the child's arm, and kept muttering, "Feynman, are you okay?"

"|Mom, I'm fine." Yijing looked at Zhenqi with a smile, then turned around in a circle, and said in a milky voice, "Mom, you called me by my Chinese name again today."

Jane Qi held down her bouncing son, and then put a cowboy hat on his head, "Feynman, mom is going to pack those bags now, can you stay here obediently?"

Yijing pouted her mouth and looked at Zhenqi, then looked at the clothes scattered all over the floor, and nodded.

Zhenqi patted Yijing's head lightly, bent down to pack the luggage on the ground.

Yi Jing is three years old this year, and she has been away from Binhai for three years. After Zhen Qi lied to Song Yu in Paris and returned to China, she went to the United States with the help of Luo Luo. Before Yi Jing was born, Zhen Qi's biggest hope was that her child would be healthy Ping An, although I can't see, I will raise him, but what Zhenqi never expected is that Yijing is not only in good health, but Zhenqi is also in the process of giving birth. Due to the huge daily stimulation, her eyesight back to normal.

This is something Zhenqi never thought of. During that time, Zhenqi couldn't believe it. Not only did she return to normal, but she gave birth to her and Song Yu's child safely. This is a miracle. Every time Zhenqi and Luoluo Speaking of things in the United States, Zhenqi can't forget this sentence.

Yes, Yijing is a miracle given to me by God. When I was most desperate, I supported myself to live and go on.

When Yi Jing was one year old, Zhen Qi entered a magazine with the help of Liu Ziye and became an illustration editor. I grew up healthy and happy.

Zhenqi never thought of bringing Yijing and Li Ai to the United States, but she knew that Ms. Du called and threatened Zhenqi, saying that if she saw her grandson again, she would sever her mother-daughter relationship with Zhenqi.

Yi Jing is Chinese, this fact cannot be changed, Liu Ziye also said that Zhen Qi does not have a green card now, and there will be many restrictions on Yi Jing's development in the United States, so for Yi Jing's future, Liu Ziye has suggested Zhen Qi more than once , took the child back to China while he was still young.

In fact, what really made Zhenqi decide to go back to China was that one day, Xiao Yijing couldn't open the marriage certificate that Zhenqi hid in the box under the bed.

"Who is that uncle mom?" Yijing, two years old, pointed at Song Yu in the photo and asked.

Zhenqi controlled it for a long time before she let her tears fall, facing the child's question,Zhenqi just patted her son's head lightly, "That man is your father."

"But they all say I don't have a father?" Yi Jing blinked at Zhen Qi.

"Who said that?" Zhenqi asked, suppressing her anger.

"Brother Jesse, there are many other children who say that." Yi Jing whispered, and then gently stroked the corner of Zhen Qi's slightly trembling mouth, "Mom, did I say something wrong?"

Zhenqi looked at the very sensible child, although she was very small, and squeezed out a smile, "You are not wrong, it was Jesse and the others who were wrong, Yijing, you have a father, and your father is an amazing superman."

"But why haven't I seen him?" Yijing asked.

Zhenqi hesitated for a moment, and then spoke slowly, "Because Dad died Superman, so he is very busy. He wants to save the world and teach the bad guys a lesson?"

Yi Jing tilted her head, looked at Zhen Qi, and said after a long time, "My father is amazing, I like my father, even though I have never met him."

The child's world is so pure, simple love, simple dislike, Zhen Qi's eyes turned red all of a sudden, she lied to her child, but apart from deception, she didn't know how to explain her relationship with Song Yu .

It's been three years, Zhen Qi looked at the bright red marriage certificate, some things should come to an end, even if not for herself, but for Yi Jing, this innocent life.

Perhaps because of the people at the airport, Zhenqi, who was squatting on the ground, felt that her heart was tense, but as long as she took a deep breath, there would be a dull pain somewhere in her heart. At this time, a pair of small hands reached out to Zhen Qi's face, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Mom, why are you crying?" Yijing's immature voice, but Zhenqi came back to her senses. Zhenqi looked at Yijing wearing a cowboy hat in front of her eyes. All of them are exactly the same as Song Yu, they are simply a miniature version of Song Yu.

"Mom didn't cry, it's too hot here." Zhenqi gently pinched her son's face.

Yijing tilted her head and looked at Zhenqi, then nodded with half-belief, and squatted on the ground together with Zhenqi to pick up the clothes.

Zhen Qi suddenly raised her head, seeing her son carefully picking up her clothes, her heart tightened suddenly.

On Christmas Eve many years ago, on the deserted street by the sea, Song Yu also picked up those scattered clothes for herself so earnestly, and then fell in love with that tall man inexplicably.

The time has changed, and Zhen Qi feels sore for a while, Song Yu should have forgotten himself by now.