The president came with his son

Is this implying something to him?

But the conscience of heaven and earth, he really doesn't remember such a woman!

Kneel down.

He was holding the two skirts with a confused look on his face.

"And I didn't expect you to have this kind of taste." Yu Yiming took off the big skirt and gestured twice in front of Miao Ziqing.

"Can you take off this girl's skirt?" Yu Yiming clicked his tongue.

"Get out." Miao Ziqing snatched back the skirt with a more confused expression on his face.

Such a 1.8-meter-tall girl, he will definitely not be impressed!

The girl who is 1.8 meters high, my dear, this must be a Caucasian girl.

He pondered for another second, and finally stuffed the skirt into the child's arms angrily: "Take it in."

He is not big enough to have any foreign resources, even if he wants to go out on holidays on weekdays.

Isn't there no holiday yet? !

Thinking of this, he became even more depressed.

The kid took it in without complaint, and finally pushed the empty box in.

"Why are you pushing a box?" Miao Ziqing still breathed a sigh of relief, which at least shows that the other party is not a ghost, right?

After all, it's all personal.Miao Ziqing, who couldn't find the truth, became more and more humble.

"This box can also be sold for money." The child said naturally.

"En?" Miao Ziqing and Yu Yiming approached in puzzlement, and after a closer look, the inside of the box was actually gold-plated.

...Why is there something embedded in it?

"Glass?" Miao Ziqing knelt and buttoned.

"Crazy, put glass in the express box." Yu Yiming yelled.

"It should be a diamond." The child thought for a while and said with certainty.

Miao Ziqing and Yu Yiming: "..."

Is this also a clue?

Miao Ziqing almost climbed into the box, and didn't see anything special about the box other than gold-plated and diamond-studded.

No matter how you look at it, the person who sent this box must have a brain hole!

"Does she want to express that she is still a rich woman?" Yu Yiming lifted the box and put it in the corner piously.

Incredible.

The rich woman who is 1.8 meters tall and gave birth to a child for him.Miao Ziqing covered his face, the image of this unknown child's mother in his heart became more and more terrifying.

"Can't you remember like this?!" Yu Yiming hated that iron can't be made into steel. If it were him, no matter if it was [-] meters, a night of spring breeze, or a rich woman, a girl who met any of the conditions, she could be taken by him. I remember it as old as time.

"This means that there is really no one." Miao Ziqing was speechless.

"I'm sorry I made you come here to suffer." Yu Yiming held the child's face in his hands, apologetic.

"I want to be with Dad!" The child's eyes widened, and he quickly hugged Dad's leg. "Being with Dad doesn't feel bitter at all."

"Look at how sticky this child is to you. It's clear that he was successfully nurtured by that rich woman. She never forgets you. You are really a heartless person." Yu Yiming was heartbroken.

Miao Ziqing: "..." He was almost persuaded.

The 1.8-meter one is given to the rich woman who has given birth to a child and is still infatuated with him. Where can I find someone who meets this condition!

"Put away your own things, and don't give them to the children. It will be bad if there is any bad influence." Yu Yiming said, and had already taken out the big and small skirts from Ji Chuyou's arms and returned them to Miao Ziqing. in the arms.

Miao Ziqing held the two skirts, hesitating to speak.

OK.

Originally going out was interrupted by such a big box, and Yu Yiming told him about the show for a while before leaving.

"There are only two of us left, what do you usually do?" Miao Ziqing crossed his hips, not knowing how to take care of the child.

"Watch animation, play with toys and so on." The child's voice became smaller and smaller.

As if thinking of something, Miao Ziqing immediately leaned on the box and took out several thick stacks of books from it.

Ji Chuyou looked angry, why did he keep this broken box, it should be thrown away!

"There are still daily homework and tasks." Miao Ziqing was shocked. He looked at the small note in the book, and his mood became even more inexplicable.

And the writing on it is so flamboyant, you can't tell it's a girl's handwriting at all.

As expected of a 1.8-meter girl!

"One, study music theory." Miao Ziqing fell silent when he saw the first item.

He goes on to the second.

"Second, learn etiquette."

Okay, let's look at the third article.

"Three, learn English." Finally seeing one that was within his ability, Miao Ziqing quickly found an English textbook and sent it to the child's arms.

"Review by yourself first." He patted the child on the shoulder and lay down on his own.

"Where's Dad?" The child raised his head and saw that Dad had already put his legs on the sofa, his head was tilted on the pillow, and he was focused on swiping his phone.

Ji Chuyou: "..."

He was at a loss, was his father like this too?

He snuggled up to his father's side, leaned against Miao Ziqing with the textbook and began to study.

Miao Ziqing adapted quickly to the role of a baby daddy, not that he was really suitable to be a baby daddy, but that this son was so obedient, he hardly looked like a five-year-old child.

Is this the power of the rich?

He wanted to ask someone to ask what a five-year-old child who grew up in a rich family should be like?

As soon as he opened the WeChat list, he saw the profile picture of an acquaintance, and then recalled that he took his five-year-old child to a parent-child program.

Well, in the end, this old acquaintance of his was scolded by netizens together with his son until the end of the show.

"Hey, it looks like I have good genes." Miao Ziqing patted the cheap son's head.

Ji Chuyou blinked and hugged her father's leg: "Dad, what shall we have for dinner?"

"Eat takeaway." Miao Ziqing answered naturally.

Ji Chuyou hesitated to speak, forget it, Dad lost his memory, maybe he even forgot how to cook.You must know that my father was very good at cooking in the past, but his other father said he would not eat it, but he actually enjoyed it.

"What? Do you want to eat out?" Miao Zi, who had never cooked before, asked gently.

"Let's eat takeaway." The kid shook his head.

--split line--

"Dad, it's time for us to go." The child stood by the door, looking at his father who was holding on to the wall, wishing for the sky.

If he didn't know that his father lived here, his father's name, appearance, occupation, and even his interpersonal relationship hadn't changed, he would have thought that his father had been pierced by a soul.

Is the gap with the memory too big?

"No, I won't go!" Miao Ziqing grabbed the wall and turned his head full of emotion.

Ji Chuyou: "..."

"Hey, I really hate going to work." Miao Ziqing probably felt that the performance was almost done, so he put it away, and sighed listlessly while carrying the children and his own change of clothes.

"Is being a celebrity also a job?" The child tilted his head, a little puzzled.

"Otherwise?" Miao Ziqing asked back.

Ji Chuyou wrinkled her face and wanted to refute, but she also felt that what Miao Ziqing said was right.

No matter how popular, no matter how well-known, after all, isn't this just a job?

So Ji Chuyou had no choice but to agree with Miao Ziqing's statement.

By the time Miao Ziqing and his son got into the car slowly, Yu Yiming, who was waiting downstairs, was about to fall asleep.

"Ah, why did you come down so early today, and the one-man show was performed so quickly?" Yu Yiming glanced at the time, feeling embarrassed.

The sleep time he set aside on purpose didn't arrive.

"This time it's not a one-man show." Miao Ziqing corrected.

"Oh. Don't imitate him, you know?" Yu Yiming patted Ji Chuyou's little head.

Ji Chuyou thought for a while, and after all, he still put the father whose image was getting worse and worse: "Okay!"

"Isn't it your fault after all? If it wasn't for you withholding my vacation, I wouldn't be in such a miserable situation." Miao Ziqing narrowed his eyes and stared at Chiyu Yiming in the back seat.

"I gave you two days off!" Yu Yiming protested.

"Get out, it's been a day and a half." Miao Ziqing felt that the bickering was almost over, and finally settled down in the back without love.

"Dad doesn't like work?" In Ji Chuyou's impression, his father's feelings for this job are very complicated.

On the one hand, he really loves this job, but on the other hand, he has come to this day only by holding Ji Shaoning's resources, which makes him very contradictory.

So in Ji Chuyou's memory, his father always showed a gentle smile when he was at work, but when he returned home, his eyes always showed melancholy.

"It's okay, I like it very much, but isn't it human instinct to want a vacation? Only that kind of workaholic, such as Mr. Ji, will devote his heart to work all day long." Miao Ziqing felt himself It makes sense.

"So you are not popular now, but Mr. Ji's worth is getting higher and higher." Yu Yiming complained precisely.

yes, is it?The kid turned his head, does his father Ji like working very much?

The author has something to say:

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