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The old lady hadn't noticed anything was wrong in the atmosphere yet, so she excitedly pulled Song Hengjue: "Hengjue, there are so many guests at this banquet that I can't even entertain them. Our Xiaoxiao will come back later and ask her to take you around. What's the matter?" Just ask her about things, you are both young people and there are many topics to talk about."

Yang Qingheng's smile froze on his face little by little, and he dragged Mu Huihe to the corner, as if someone had poisoned his throat, and word after word jumped out of his throat with difficulty: "Mom, this... is you The handsome guy you want to introduce to Xiaoxiao?!"

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he rolled his eyes fiercely in his heart. Fortunately, Mu Xiaoxiao went to the bathroom. Otherwise, given how much Mu Xiaoxiao disliked Song Hengjue, she would go crazy and drive this man out right now!

"How about it, not bad." Mu Huihe was still immersed in her joyful emotions, her face was glowing, and Yang Qingheng couldn't bear to tell her the truth.

He gave a fake smile and said, "I think this gentleman is not very familiar with this place. Xiaoxiao has gone out and I don't know when he will come back. Why don't he ask his aunt to take him there to get familiar with it first? What do you think, aunt?" "

This was what Zhou Shuwen was waiting for, and she nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes." She pulled Song Hengjue's sleeves and dragged her away hard. The usually elegant lady now looked like a witch, baring her teeth and wishing she could get a poison apple. The bitch in front of me was smashed to death.

She really wanted to smash his head and see what was in his head! At Grandma Yang Qingheng's banquet, one of his ex-husbands came over. Who knew he was here to attend the banquet, but those who didn't know thought he wanted to come to the old lady's funeral!

However, the woman exerted all her strength, but the man did not move at all.

The soles of Song Hengjue's feet seemed to be glued to the floor, and the decent smile on his face remained unchanged: "Auntie, I have been to this banquet hall. There is no need to go out, I can just chat with you here."

But in the next few minutes, while drinking, she frequently looked at Yang Qingheng from the corner of her eye, especially wanting to cling to the child in her arms.

The glare was so intense that it made Yang Qingheng feel uncomfortable all over. He glanced at him with a cold gaze, and Song Hengjue finally withdrew his gaze.

"Okay, since you've been here, there's no need to be polite. It's time to chat and eat. Don't be formal." Mu Huihe chuckled lightly, looking at the young man in front of her, her eyes were shining, and she wished she could press the button right now. His head was thrown in front of his daughter.

This young man is really becoming more and more pleasing to the eye.

Song Hengjue nodded.

After the old lady left, Yang Qingheng's face suddenly turned cold: "Song Hengjue, didn't we already agree before, what are you doing here? Leave quickly, don't be an eyesore here."

Stung by her disgusted eyes, Song Hengjue felt sour, took a breath, and managed to put on a light smile: "You don't have to chase me away, I only just found out that she is your mother-in-law, I will leave by myself after the banquet is over. "

"As you wish." Yang Qingheng was upset and saw Tang Bainian coming in from the door with Secretary Qian. He put the child back into Mingyu's arms and strode forward to greet him.

"Bai Nian, why did you come here?"

Tang Bainian's eyes paused on Song Hengjue, and he gently raised his lips towards Yang Qingheng, and put his big hands on her slender waist: "The director asked me for something today, so I came a little late. Didn't I miss anything?"

Looking from a distance, the man and the woman look particularly good together.

Yang Qingheng took his arm and led him in the direction of the old lady: "The banquet has just started. Don't miss it. Go and tell your mother now. She has asked several times if you are here."

She really didn't dislike it at all when a cheating man smiled so beautifully.

Song Hengjue's eyes showed sarcasm, but he didn't realize that the sour gas was rising in his heart. Even Zhou Shuwen beside him was about to be suffocated by the sour gas.

Thinking of the man's previous attitude towards Yang Qingheng, she felt she let out a fierce breath. She thought he was not pitiful enough, so she taunted him harshly: "I also want to thank you for your bad judgment at the beginning, otherwise such a good treasure as Qingheng wouldn't be able to make it to our family." Found it."

"Oh, then congratulations." The gentle expression on Song Hengjue's face suddenly stiffened. Only he knew how much these words stimulated his heart. A glass of strong wine was poured into his throat like boiled water, and the hot air rushed towards his face. go.

He stared in one direction, found an excuse to breathe, and followed in stride.

Mingyu had just carried the child to the corridor when a vigorous figure suddenly stopped in front of him.

Song Hengjue pursed his lips and stared at the child closely. There was a tenderness in his eyes that he was not even aware of. He hesitantly stretched out his hand: "I...can I hug him?"

Does he like children so much?

The last time Mingyu saw this man treating him so tenderly was in his backyard, and he felt a strong strange feeling in his heart. But there was only Song Hengjue here, and the child in his arms was so hungry that he shed tears, and his heart almost broke.

Boxiang's big boss and Yang Qingheng's ex-husband could never steal a child. After hesitating for a few seconds, he carefully put the child into his arms: "Your hand is dragging his neck. This hand comes from above." Go around and hold his butt while I go inside to make a cup of milk powder. I'll be right back, and you wait for me here."

But when he saw that Song Hengjue didn't think at all and reached out to take the child skillfully, even more skillfully than him who had been holding the child for more than half a year, his face was stunned.

"Okay, go quickly, the child is crying from hunger." Song Hengjue felt distressed and urged him, not knowing that he thought he was his biological father.

Mingyu scratched his head, and the feeling of disobedience in his heart became more obvious, but the child kept crying and his brain hurt, so he rushed into the room.

Song Hengjue saw him entering, and then he looked carefully at the child in his arms.

He has the same almond eyes as Yang Qingheng and a red mouth. He looks like he is her own.

The little fists are cute, the little feet are cute, the mouth is cute, the short hair on the head is cute, everything is cute.

He felt so soft in his heart that sinful thoughts took root in his heart. He couldn't help but think about how great it would be if this was his and Yang Qingheng's child.

How could that cheating man Tang Bainian deserve such a cute baby?

"It's a pity that your mother still hates me and chases me away, otherwise I would be your godfather." Song Hengjue rubbed his little fist sideways, and the love in his eyes was so strong that it overflowed.

Xixi didn't know what he was talking about, so she laughed out loud and babbling.

"You also think it's good for me to be your godfather, right?" Song Hengjue swallowed nervously, glanced around furtively, and gently rubbed his little face with the back of his hand, "Hey, can you speak? My dad, hurry up!"

As soon as Mingyu came out of the room, he heard this sentence. It was as if he was struck by a thunder. He was numb. The milk bottle exploded in his hand, and he punched it with a fist: "You psycho, touch my son." Give one a try!”

Song Hengjue was stunned. Before he could react, he was punched in the face. He subconsciously carefully protected the child in his arms.

Unexpectedly, Mingyu misunderstood and thought that he was unwilling to return the child. He was so angry that he pushed him against the wall and said, "Give it back to me."

There was a lot of movement here, and it quickly attracted the attention of guests in the distance. A group of people looked over here, all surprised.

"This... this isn't the son of the Ming family and the boss of Bo Xiang, why are they fighting!" Someone recognized the two people fighting and was so shocked that their eyes almost fell off.

"It's going to kill me, you beat me so hard!" Some people were afraid.

But in a group of people, no one dared to rush forward to break up the fight.

Not to mention that they don't know what the situation is now, even if they know what the situation is, this one is the only son of the Bai family, and the other is the big boss of Boxiang. They can't afford to offend either one!

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Yang Qingheng entertained the new guests and was so busy that her feet did not touch the floor and she was sweating profusely.

A waiter rushed over and shouted anxiously: "Oh no, Miss Yang, the young master of the Ming family is fighting with someone inside!"