"Oh? How was I before?" This aroused Xia Momo's curiosity.
"You used to be just like a normal girl. You were shy, liked to smile, and were polite to others..."
"Am I not polite enough now?" Xia Momo raised her eyebrows.
"I'm not saying you're rude, I just feel like you've become more mature and steady, like a mature woman." Ouyang Qing has never thought about what Qiao Mo will be like when she matures, but now she looks very charming.
Kind of cool and charming.
"My child is already four years old. I can't possibly still be a girl." Xia Momo said she was speechless.
"It seems that it was Xiaobao who changed you, Momo, what do you do now? I see that you have good food and clothing expenses. Your previous dream was to be a top fashion designer..."
"Really? It seems that my dream has come true." Xia Momo curled her lips and smiled, her clear eyes filled with confidence.
Ouyang Qing was surprised: "You achieved it? Are you also engaged in fashion design now?"
"Have you ever heard of the brand echo?" Xia Momo was very honest. Since he is the father of the child, Xia Momo will naturally explain to him.
"Echo? Of course I've heard of it. Many female stars on the catwalk want to borrow dresses designed by echo." Ouyang Qing immediately opened his eyes in surprise: "Could it be that you are echo?"
Xia Momo smiled sweetly: "Yes, I am."
"It's incredible, Momo, your dream has really come true. I'm really happy for you. How did you get to where you are today? You must have suffered a lot." Ouyang Qing asked with great distress.
Xia Momo saw his sincerity, and it turned out that her son's father was not that annoying.
"It's not bad. At least, the life I have now is what I want." Xia Momo recalled the non-stop study and work everywhere. She felt that the sweat and hardships she had put in were not worth mentioning.
"That's good." Ouyang Qing couldn't help but sigh: "I have been looking for you for the past four years. I feel relieved when I see that you are doing well."
Qiao Momo suddenly opened her bag and took out a ticket: "I have a competition the day after tomorrow. Do you like racing? When the time comes, you can bring Xiaobao over to watch."
Ouyang Qing stretched out his hand to take it, his eyes full of surprise: "Momo, how did you get into racing? I heard that racing is very expensive...and also very dangerous."
"There is a man supporting me behind my back." Qiao Momo looked at Ouyang Qing calmly and said calmly.
"What kind of man?" When Ouyang Qing heard this, his heart skipped a beat. Could he be a love rival?
"A very good man, he asked me to play racing. I have been receiving various trainings and challenges in the past four years. Ouyang Qing, although you are Xiaobao's father, I still have to explain to you that I may
Marry this person..." When Qiao Momo said it, she looked at Ouyang Qing, and when she saw his face turned pale, she suddenly stopped and did not want to continue.
"Momo, I finally found you, how can you marry someone else?" Ouyang Qing looked at her with a hurt face and melancholy eyes.
Qiao Momo was in a confused mood. She raised her hand and said, "We won't talk about this matter today. You can leave first. I want to take my son to rest."
"Momo, you love that person, right?" Ouyang Qing asked anxiously.
"Probably, love." Qiao Momo couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was, like dependence, but more like gratitude, but was it really love?
What does love look like?
Ouyang Qing was hit hard and his handsome face looked disappointed. He turned and left. He leaned against the elevator wall. What kind of man was he, silently supporting Momo from behind?
What about Mu Xiuhan?
Is he going to become a joke too?
Thinking of this, Ouyang Qing suddenly became more balanced. If Mu Xiuhan knew that Qiao Momo was about to take his son to marry another man, how rich would his expression be?
Xia Momo ordered dinner at the hotel. Her son was tired from playing. During the meal, his little head began to shake. Finally, he still didn't finish the piece of meat and fell asleep on the table.
Seeing her son's cute and funny look, Xia Momo sighed. Although she was tired, she could tell that her son was very happy.
"Sorry, son, I can't give you a complete family." Xia Momo's face was full of guilt. She bent down and carried her son to the bed to sleep.
"Daddy..." The little guy turned over and subconsciously reached out to hold something. Xia Momo quickly stuffed a pillow into it.
Xia Xiaobao finally fell asleep.
Xia Momo took a shower, wore a white bathrobe, and dried her long hair when she suddenly heard her cell phone ringing.
A video call.
Xia Momo answered. In the video, Gu Boyuan was sitting in a conference room in a suit and leather shoes, looking at her with a cold expression.
Xia Momo subconsciously tightened her collar and said, "Bo Yuan."
The man's eyes narrowed slightly, and a complex emotion passed through his eyes, but the emotion disappeared so quickly that Xia Momo had no time to notice it. She only felt that he was as cold as before.
"Where's Xiaobao?" the man asked, his voice was deep and magnetic.
"Asleep." Xia Momo turned the camera of the video to the big bed, where Xia Xiaobao was huddled under the quilt.
"Will you play No. 9 in the game the day after tomorrow?" Gu Boyuan asked lazily.
"I heard that he will compete, Boyuan, can I ask a question?" Xia Momo frowned.
"What's the problem?"
"Why do you have to let me compete with No. 9? Is he your enemy? You trained me just to fight him? Am I your tool?" Xia Momo asked boldly, because this question has always been
In her heart, she couldn't get the answer.
"Yes, he is my enemy. He forced my relatives to death." Gu Boyuan said coldly.
Xia Momo was surprised: "What if I lose?"
"You won't lose, I'm very confident in you." Another meaning of Gu Boyuan's words is that Xia Momo must win this game.
Xia Momo smiled reluctantly: "I'm not confident."
"It's getting late, go to bed early." After Gu Boyuan finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
Xia Momo threw away the phone and lay down on the bed.
Gu Boyuan was a mystery to her. Sometimes he looked at her with eyes full of affection and melancholy, and sometimes he was cold and ruthless. Xia Momo couldn't understand how a person could be so complicated.
"No. 9...see you the day after tomorrow." Xia Momo murmured, hugged her son tightly and fell into sleep.
Mu Xiuhan personally locked the mecha chariot into the lovely room, which was filled with various gifts, all of which little boys loved to play with.
Mu Xiuhan leaned against the wall arm, looking at these hand-picked gifts, his heart became increasingly sad.
"Momo, have you seen it? I have prepared a lot of gifts for the child, when will you bring him back?" He murmured, and the sadness in his heart came over like a tide.
The sadness and loneliness in his heart made Mu Xiuhan feel flustered. He turned around, opened the wine cabinet, and unscrewed a bottle of whiskey.
The bottle was almost empty, and Uncle Liu suddenly came upstairs to tell him: "Mr. Mu, Dr. Li is here."
Mu Xiuhan stared out of the window with red eyes: "Why is she here? I didn't ask her to come over."
"Doctor Li said that she learned a new set of acupuncture techniques from her grandfather, which can effectively improve your sleep problems." Liu Bo added.
"Let her come up."
Uncle Liu felt heartbroken when he saw the eldest young master getting drunk every day, but he also knew that the eldest young master was in pain and couldn't find an outlet to vent. Alcohol can temporarily numb people's nerves, and it can also be regarded as a way to relax.
Li Suning walked up. She was wearing a plain skirt today, and she looked very elegant.
She saw the man lying on the sofa, his slim body was casual, but he had an alluring charm.
Li Suning's heart was pounding, and a pool of spring water was stirred up. During the treatment for Mu Xiuhan, her heart was lost. Even when she saw Mu Xiuhan for the first time, he was unshaven and unkempt.
He drunkenly pointed at her and told her to get out.
"Mr. Mu, let me pinch your temples for you first." Li Suning said softly, already walking over, bending down, and pressing her slender fingers on the man's temples.