The president came with his son

"Hmm." Ji Chuyou couldn't help but let out a little sound.

The terrifying tense atmosphere between Miao Ziqing and Yu Yiming, who were seriously confronting Bo in court, finally relaxed a little.

"Are instant noodles so delicious?" Miao Ziqing couldn't help but poked cheap son's face, "Also, are you really not getting up?"

It is too hard and dedicated to eat noodles with his legs around.

"Everything my father cooks is delicious. I won't get up. When I get up, my father will send me away again." Ji Chuyou was really hungry, and he answered vaguely while holding a cup of noodles.

"Hmph." Yu Yiming sneered.

"It's a misunderstanding." Miao Zi calmly said to Yu Yiming who seemed to have grasped the whole truth.

"Oh." Yu Yiming raised his voice.

"He came by himself. I opened the door, and he just sat on the sofa." Miao Ziqing tried hard to clean himself up.

"Ha!" Yu Yiming opened his mouth wide and raised his chin, almost overflowing with contempt.

"Uncle," Ji Chuyou put down the cup noodles in his hand, and looked at Yu Yiming seriously, "You look a little disgusting."

"Eat your noodles!" Yu Yiming returned the cup noodles to the child and turned his head away.

"I have been with you since I graduated from university. Don't you know if I messed around?" Miao Ziqing sighed, feeling really helpless.

"Little friend," Yu Yiming turned Ji Chuyou's head back, "How old are you?"

"Five years old!" The child replied loudly and simply.

"Oh, that's what you did in your freshman year at the age of 19, and I didn't follow you back then." Yu Yiming patted the kid on the head friendly, and continued to look at Miao Ziqing coldly.

Miao Ziqing: "..." What you said makes sense, and I have absolutely no way to refute it.

So Miao Ziqing fell into silence again. He put his hands on his head and continued to defend feebly: "This child is really not mine."

Ji Chuyou bit the noodles, showing puppy-like eyes.

"But he really looks like you." Yu Yiming also held his chin, looking at the small one and the big one, no matter how you look at it, they are all carved out of the same mold!

"There are so many resemblances. If someone intends to frame me, he must find a resemblance." Miao Ziqing tried hard to persuade Yu Yiming.

"Eat your noodles, don't cry." Miao Ziqing knocked on Ji Chuyou's head.

Ji Chuyou responded with an "oh".

Dad has lost his memory, so he can't argue with him.

"Okay, okay, even if I believe you first, what are you going to do next?" Yu Yiming waved his hand, too lazy to care about it.

As a manager, as Miao Ziqing's manager, he always has to carry out such a thought: if it is not Miao Ziqing, it is not Miao Ziqing's, and if it is Miao Ziqing, it must not be Miao Ziqing's!

"I want to find the person who sent him here, and then send him back to find his biological parents." Miao Ziqing finished his plan in one sentence.

"You've been doing this for so long, but you still haven't asked who sent him here?!" Yu Yiming was speechless. He didn't reply to him to explain the situation, and he didn't even understand the most basic situation.

"Little friend, who sent you here?" Yu Yiming showed a kind smile to Ji Chuyou.

"I came here by myself!"

"...Then how did you get in?" Yu Yiming directly ignored Miao Ziqing's "Look, you still blame me" expression.

"I came in by myself!" The child continued to answer.

"But the door is locked, where did you get the key?" Yu Yiming really couldn't figure it out.

"I have it, look." The child let go of Miao Ziqing's leg with one hand, and continued to hug the other tightly. His little face was tightly attached to Miao Ziqing's leg to prevent himself from being thrown away again.

He fumbled in his pocket and produced a key.

Miao Ziqing: "?!"

Yu Yiming: "!"

Yu Yiming took the key over, gestured to the door, and then showed Miao Ziqing a sneer expression with no eyes but chin: "Keke!"

Miao Ziqing didn't believe in evil anymore. He just stood up and wanted to take a step when his son held him back.

Miao Ziqing looked at Ji Chuyou, Ji Chuyou looked back at Miao Ziqing, then looked down at the unfinished cup noodles, showing a pitiful expression.

The puppy has grown up!

Bah, the kid is too smart.

Miao Ziqing opened his hands like an appointment: "I will hold you, and you will eat in my arms."

"You won't take the opportunity to throw me out, will you?" the child asked vigilantly.

"No, when have I lied to you?" Miao Ziqing continued to open his hands.

"You lied to me several times!" the child complained in tears.

Miao Ziqing: "..."

He hugged the child who was non-violent and non-cooperative violently. The child moaned and chirped twice, but he didn't struggle much, and smiled with his big eyes like big crescents.

Miao Ziqing took a look at him, and suddenly felt absurdly that Keyan, who was 19 years old, had really been flirtatious once, and it seemed that it wasn't too bad.

"It's really the key on my door." Miao Ziqing went to the door to confirm it, and even took out his own key for comparison, and had to admit this fact that there was no way out.

"What are you going to do now?" Yu Yiming propped up the wall with one hand, and crossed his legs flamboyantly.

"Let's raise it first, and you can't send it to the police. If you send it there, you really can't clean it up. As long as that person wants to frame me, he will always show his feet. Let's release the news first, saying that my relative's child Come to my house as a guest." Miao Ziqing decided to act first.

The kid looked at this, then at that, and started drinking instant noodle soup with cup noodles in his hands. As long as he can stay here, he doesn't care what his name is.

Anyway, Dad lost his memory, and he forgave him.

"Where is my phone, bring my phone here." Miao Ziqing began to direct Yu Yiming, and when Yu Yiming brought the phone, he turned on the beauty camera, found a small animal filter, and revealed A very happy expression, the children are quite cooperative, and even made a big "V".

"Okay." Miao Ziqing opened Weibo, writing concisely.

Miao Ziqing v: My nephew is here!

"Let me see, let me see." Ji Chuyou handed the cup noodles to Yu Yiming who was beside him, pasted it and snatched the phone.

"You're going to be on the hot search." Yu Yiming slapped his nose in disgust.

"I know." Miao Ziqing didn't care, there were probably only seven or eight of them.

"No, I mean you're going to be scolded." Not only was Yu Yiming not nervous, he even smiled gloatingly.

"Why?" Miao Ziqing really didn't know this time.

"You actually let your nephew eat instant noodles. Heihei are about to dispatch again." Yu Yiming picked up his mobile phone, swiped it, and sent it to Miao Ziqing.

Song Pin: These opera actors will post on Weibo all day long for big things, and they don't hide a bit of acting. You can imagine the disadvantages of giving children instant noodles.

Miao Ziqing: "..."