Under the pressure of his father, Chen Mingming apologized to Mu Xiaobai, and Chen Mingming's parents also apologized to Mu Yajing.

Chen Mingming's mother who was still aggressive just now showed a careful smile: "Ms. Mu, it's all my fault. If you want to blame someone, please blame me. Don't blame my husband. "

Chen Mingming's father also said, "Ms. Mu, your grown-up does not remember the villain's life. It is all kidnapping. It is also my son and his mother who are too disinterested."

Mu Yajing turned her head.

Of course, she knew that the family was not a sincere apology. Their attitude changed only because of the man who suddenly appeared.

The man who was powerful in North City.

Mu Yajing's heart was a little messy.

Everything four years ago crossed Mu Yajing's mind.

At that time, the Mu Group was on the verge of extinction, and her aunt stepmother even put her idea on the Yu Group.

Because of a design, she was sent to Yu Shaoqian's bed.

She still remembered that when Yu Shaoqian's wakened, the dark pupil was a thrilling cold light: "You design everything to climb on my bed, do you think you can get everything you want?"

She stared silently.

When she was sent to Yu Shaoqian's bed by her step-mother, Mu Yajing had expected the ending. Life was not the novel.

In the novel, the heroine designed to climb up on the hero's bed. The heroine became addicted as soon as he slept, and he loved the heroine to death.

But in reality, it was impossible.

Especially the man like Yu Shaoqian, who had seen everything in the high position, so how could he help Mu family because she climbed onto his bed?

After the lingering error that night, she thought that she and Yu Shaoqian would never meet again.

She did not expect to meet him at this moment.

Mu Yajing's palms were all sweaty.

She was guessing why Yu Shaoqian arrived.

He just said, "My son." Did he already know that Mu Xiaobai was his biological son? And now he came to win Mu Xiaobai?

Mu Yajing's heart sank completely.

......

Mu Yajing took Mu Xiaobai's hand and hurriedly left the kindergarten.

Mu Yajing's speed was so fast that Mu Xiaobai could hardly keep up.

His immature voice said, "Bag bai, slow down, I can't walk anymore."

Mu Yajing glanced behind her, and she did not see Yu Shaoqian's figure, so she was slightly relieved.

Mu Xiaobai said in a long-awaited tone: "Mom, is the handsome uncle that you invite to perform and help us?"

Mu Yajing froze.

She did not expect that Mu Xiaobai would think so, and it was no wonder that Mu Xiaobai was only four years old. Such a small child would not think too complicated.

She didn't speak.So in Mu Xiaobai's opinion, she agreed.

Mu Xiaobai's black grape-like eyes had a bright light: "Big bai, you see that Chen Mingming knows that I have father, he dare not bully me, and he also apologize to me. They bully me just because I do not have father. Big bai, thank you for inviting someone to play my father! "

Mu Yajing's throat was dumb.

She wanted to tell Mu Xiaobai that he wasn't not man that she invited to act.

But seeing Mu Xiaobai's bright eyes, she couldn't say anything.

Mu Xiaobai really wanted to have father!

Mu Yajing saw a black Bentley parked below his department .

Tens of millions of Bentley were glowing with black luxury, which was incompatible with the shabby community.

Mu Yajing was difficult to breathe.

In such a dilapidated neighborhood, there would never be such a luxury car parked here unless ...

Mu Yajing's eyes stroked astringently.

She knew that the moment the man appeared in the kindergarten. Everything was destined and she couldn't escape.

"Bid bai, you look. The car is so cool and beautiful." Mu Xiaobai whispered.

Envy was written on his little face.

Mu Yajing patted Mu Xiaobai's head: "Little Bai, you go up first. I have bought ice cream in the refrigerator for you. You go and eat. I have something to do."

Mu Xiaobai was excited when he heard ice cream.

He took the key given by Mu Yajing.

Mu Yajing took a deep breath and walked towards the black Bentley.

There was a man sitting in the back seat of the black Bentley. From the perspective of Mu Yajing, she could only see his profile.

The sharp outline of the rhomboids, the tall bridge of the nose, and the cold and thin lips.

A moment later the door opened and someone came down.