On the day of the blind date, I got a license with the president and my boss

It is to relieve the depressive pain in my heart when the longing spreads.

Although they divorced, in his heart, Jiang Shu will always be his wife.

Fu Shiyan approached her cautiously, and stopped within half a step away from her.

"Do you still want to keep hiding it from me?" He stared at Jiang Shu with burning eyes, as if he wanted to see through her.

Jiang Shu looked away, resisting his approach, and just said, "Fu Shiyan, we are divorced and have no relationship anymore... Please return my daughter to me."

"Is it really irrelevant? Jiang Shu! In fact, it is very simple to know the truth. Modern technology is so advanced that it won't waste a lot of time to do a DNA test..."

But he did not choose to use technological means.

It's just because he believes in his intuition, in other words, he is more willing to trust Jiang Shu, and will not choose to be with others during the short period of time apart from him.

"Enough." Jiang Shu took a deep breath, "I've already been with someone else, and Putao has nothing to do with you."

Ah--

Fu Shiyan thought that he would no longer be in pain, but when he heard this, his chest still seemed to be pricked by a needle, "Anyone else? Is it Qi Lang?"

Jiang Shu was surprised.

He actually knew about Qi Lang. It seemed that he had investigated her a lot before that.

"Yes." She said firmly.

In the next second, Fu Shiyan's dark eyes sank, he grabbed her wrist, and forced her back to the corner. A strong sense of oppression surged up, and Jiang Shu felt like he was about to suffocate.

"Jiang Shu...you really..."

"Uncle Stinky, let go of my mother." Before Fu Shiyan finished speaking, a childish voice sounded, Putao appeared behind him at some point, and trotted all the way to Jiang Shu.

Her little hand pushed Fu Shiyan away forcefully, but with little strength, Fu Shiyan let go of the force in his hand and took two steps back.

"Grape—" Jiang Shu heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Putao.

She quickly squatted down and hugged her into her arms.

The scene of the mother and daughter hugging each other touched Fu Shiyan's heart involuntarily.

But he didn't wait for him to come back to his senses.

Putao stood in front of Jiang Shu, looking at him angrily, "Smelly Uncle, don't hurt my mother."

Fu Shiyan looked at the small person in front of him, his Adam's apple moved slightly.

For a moment, he didn't know how to react.

"Grape……"

Putao snorted coldly, and immediately retorted: "You are not my father, I don't want you to be my father..." The father she was looking forward to was like a big tree protecting her and her mother, an iron wall between her and her mother, It is a heroic existence, not a sharp sword that hurts mother.

If her father is like this, then she would rather...not have a father.

"Grape..." Jiang Shu said in a hoarse voice, she looked at Little Putao, her eyes were slightly moist.

The situation before her was something she had never expected.

"Mom...he's not dad, right? Dad won't make mom angry, dad will love mom very much..." Childlike words filled the room.

Every word hit Fu Shiyan's heart.

Fu Shiyan only felt oppressed and uncomfortable in his heart, an overwhelming sense of suffocation surged up, and he was in pain.

He is not a competent husband.

Not even a qualified father.

Jiang Shu never thought that her daughter, who is only over one year old, is so sensible that it makes people feel distressed.

"Pao, go home with mom."