Mommy Is Waging A Rebellion

Ye Cong'an suddenly felt why he abandoned her four years ago.    

It was a pity that it was too late for regrets now.    

Ruan Mizheng did not want to look at him at all. She took the little milk bag and was about to leave.    

"Mizheng, regarding those matters four years ago, I already know that I was wrong. Can you forgive me? "Ye Cong'an pursed his lips and looked at her with his usual signature gentle expression. He was sincere.    

"I have said that I have forgiven you. What else do you want?" Ruan Mizheng lost all her patience and coldly looked into his eyes.    

Ye Cong'an knew that she was not going to take advantage of him.    

He firmly believed that the incident four years ago had hurt her greatly.    

Even he wouldn't be able to forget it.    

But this wasn't his purpose for coming here today.    

Ye Cong'an squatted down and smiled at the baby. He did not have any offensive power. "Xuan, is it fun to design and develop? ”    

The baby was good at talking to people when they saw them, but when they saw a ghost, they would talk nonsense.    

Actually, he didn't like Ye Cong'an at all, because his mommy didn't like him.    

He chuckled. "It's alright. Uncle Ye, are you also here to watch the design exhibition?"    

"Of course. I didn't expect to meet you here because of fate." Ye Cong'an lovingly raised his hand and rubbed the little guy's head. He said, "After the exhibition, Uncle will treat you to ice cream, okay?"    

The little bun tilted his head and thought for a while. "Uncle, the baby's stomach is not good. I can't eat it."    

"Then... go and eat dessert?"    

"The baby is a boy, so he doesn't like to eat things that little girls like to eat."    

"Er..." This child was harder to deal with than he had imagined. Ye Cong'an frowned. "Then what do you like to eat?"    

The little baby thought to himself, I just don't want to go with you.    

He pouted and rolled his astute eyes. Then he pursed his lips. With a howl, he burst into tears. She quickly hugged Ruan Mizheng's thigh. "Mommy... Wuwuwu, Uncle Ye is so scary, the baby is so scared. Wuwuwu... "    

This cry instantly made the eyes of the entire designer shift to this side.    

Ruan Mizheng knew that her son was pretending, but when she heard the cry, her heart still ached.    

She bent down and held the little milk bag in her arms. She gently patted her back and coaxed, "Xuan, be good. Don't cry. Mommy is here."    

Ye Cong'an was stunned and his face was full of disbelief.    

He... was that scary?    

"What's wrong?"    

At this moment, a man's cold voice sounded.    

Shaang Weiyuan slowly walked over. His face was cold and inhumane.    

He was nearly 1.9 meters tall, and his aura was overwhelming. It brought with it a suffocating chill.    

Ruan Mizheng coaxed the little milk bag as she bit her lips and said to Shaang Weiyuan, "My son seems to have been scared."    

Shaang Weiyuan's sword-like brows knitted together. His cold gaze swept over and finally fixed on Ye Cong'an.    

He had seen him tease his son just now.    

Ye Cong'an felt an unprecedented sense of oppression when he looked at Shaang Weiyuan.    

He couldn't help but panic. It was a mess, and even his palms were sweating.    

He swallowed his saliva and said calmly, "Director Shaang, I'm really sorry, I..."    

"You scared my son." Shaang Weiyuan did not give him a chance to explain and interrupted him coldly.    

"I did not mean to scare him!" Ye Cong'an was in a hurry to explain. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. "Really, Director Shaang! I just asked him what he liked to eat and wanted to buy him some. I, I didn't think he would cry!"    

"Heh." Shaang Weiyuan pursed his lips, and a trace of anger flashed through his eyes. "Bribing my son?"    

"No, no!" There was a trace of embarrassment on Ye Cong'an's face that had been exposed. He immediately covered it up and said, "Director Shaang's son is too cute. I just want to..."    

"What do you want?" Shaang Weiyuan narrowed his eyes dangerously. "Chief Ye chased my woman out of Ruan family four years ago. What's wrong? Do you regret it now? You bribed my woman and my son again. You are really playing a dirty trick. "    

Shaang Weiyuan's voice was extremely cold. Every word he said was extremely heavy.    

Ye Cong'an's face instantly became ugly. "Director Shaang, I did not bribe you!"    

He was just trying to bribe him, but how did Shaang Weiyuan see through it?    

The baby bag cried as she wiped her tears. The corners of Ruan Mizheng's mouth twitched. Son, aren't you too immersed in the act?    

"Don't cry. "Shaang Weiyuan frowned. His expression was already unhappy.    

How could his son cry all day long? What did he look like?    

When he grew up, his mother would still be angry with him.    

"Oh..." The little milk bag wiped away her tears and returned to her handsome and cute appearance.    

"Let's go." Shaang Weiyuan met Ruan Mizheng's eyes and said.    

Ruan Mizheng nodded. "Yes."    

Seeing the three of them leave, Ye Cong'an wanted to keep them, but Shaang Weiyuan seemed to have sensed it. He stopped in his tracks and slightly turned his face to look at him out of the corner of his eye.    

That look.    

Bloodthirsty, cruel, and cold.    

Ye Cong'an immediately stopped moving, and a chill ran down his spine.    

At this moment, the phone in his pocket rang. It was Nguyen Qingqing.    

Ye Cong'an was extremely frustrated, but he didn't dare refuse the call.    

"Hello?"    

"Hubby, how's the matter going? Did you see Director Shaang?" Ruan's slightly sharp voice came from the other end of the phone.    

Ye Cong'an's anger became even more intense when he heard that.    

He said unhappily, "I didn't see it!"    

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone with a bang.    

Ruan, who was on the other end of the phone, paused for a second. Then she shouted angrily, "Ye Cong'an, I gave you the courage, right?"    

She actually hung up the phone twice in a row!    

In the past, he did not have the courage. He really had wings!    

Ruan Mizheng was being hugged by Shaang Weiyuan. She was hugging her son and admiring him aimlessly.    

She felt that it would be great if this kind of harmonious scene could be maintained for the rest of her life.    

"What are you thinking about?"    

The man beside her asked.    

Ruan Mizheng came back to her senses and smiled at him, "Nothing."    

Shaang Weiyuan did not say anything and stared at her. His expression seemed to be saying that you lied to me.    

"Look carefully at the clothing here." Ruan Mizheng felt a little awkward and said another sentence.    

Shaang Weiyuan scoffed lightly, "You can design it too."    

This sentence was steady and carried a sense of trust.    

Ruan Mizheng was stunned. "I... I can't design it. These are the works of a master."    

"Master was once a rookie too." Shaang Weiyuan looked at her seriously. "You have to have confidence in yourself. If you don't have the ability, you won't be the champion of the Paris design competition."    

"That..." Ruan Mizheng was a little embarrassed by his hot eyes. "The contestants are all rookies like me, so the competition is not very strong. If I were to compete with the master, I would definitely be the last one."    

She shrugged her shoulders and laughed self-deprecatingly.    

Shaang Weiyuan's eyes darkened and his voice suddenly became distant. "In my opinion, the master's works are not even as good as yours."