In the evening, she watched her son's trance and didn't know what she was thinking?

"Mommy, what's the matter with you?" Ouyang haoqian blinked and looked at him in doubt.

"What?" In the face of his son's inquiry, Ouyang Mo'er can't react for a moment, and responds in a confused way.

"Do you have something on your mind?" The little guy simply dropped the brush in his hand and rubbed it against her arms. His nose was wrinkled tightly and he was very concerned.

Ouyang Mo'er touched his head with a warm smile: "Qian Qian, have you ever wondered about your father?"

Small head, gently point, but it seems to think of something, very quickly shake up, "not curious, I have Mommy, and grandparents, and uncle and aunt they."

"Really not curious?" Ouyang Mo'er looked down at him. He thought that even if he didn't have the ability to give him a father, he would still be very happy. After all, there was no lack of love around him.

But last time, he was envious of other children's fathers, which made her very sad, because she didn't know who his father was, but even if she knew, she couldn't recognize him.

"Well! I'm not curious. I just have a mommy. " Then, afraid that she didn't believe it, she hugged her neck and kissed her face.

"How can I hear that against my will?" Ouyang Mo'er reaches out her hand and pinches his nose. Such a kind person really doesn't know how to deal with herself.

"Mommy, do you miss daddy?" Xiaolian, rubbed with her. This is the first time they talked about that man between mother and son.

Ouyang Mo'er's direct explosion of chestnuts in the past, the original warm scene painting style mutation: "what do you say? I don't even know who he is. Do I still think about him? It's not like you're full and have nothing to do. "

But how could she feel such a guilty heart?

So pretend to cough, in order to cover up their lies.

"Ah! It hurts Ouyang haoqian touched his hurt head, once again believe that he is full of phone fee to send, no wonder not even his father.

"Go to bed quickly. It's not good for children to go to bed too late." Ouyang Mo'er urges her son to go to bed, and she also plans to run away.

Ouyang haoqian doodle mouth, is very reluctant appearance, but still in someone's lewd power, obediently climbed up the bed.

"Wu Zetian, hum!" Small mouth, constantly muttering something.

"Don't talk." Ouyang Mo son finished saying to adjust the temperature of the air conditioner, this just turned to go out of the door.

However, she did not go back to the bedroom, but went straight to the study.

Thinking of what she saw during the day, she couldn't help turning on her computer and finding out the news to read it again.

Everyone wants Huangfu Shaoqing to give up his position, and their excuse is not enough. They say that in order to give birth to the next generation of the Luofu family, they must let him get married within three months, or they will cancel his position as president of Yaguang group.

Normally, she shouldn't meddle in these matters, but at the thought of her son's pink face, her hand picked up the phone, and then quickly dialed a group of numbers to go out.