Tang Xin said no, opened the door and left. It was only when she returned to her room that she calmed down. She put on makeup and changed clothes in just the right time to go to Meng's.
As soon as she went out, she received a call from Liang Qiao, saying that the child was missing and asked her if someone had taken her away.
Tang Xin said yes and hung up the phone.
He wanted to call Shi Yu and was just thinking about what to say when he saw Ji Yunyun coming out of the door.
Ji Yunyun asked her if she had breakfast. Tang Xin raised her lips and smiled, replying: "I'm about to go."
The two of them went downstairs to have breakfast together.
Ji Yunyun was a talkative woman, and Tang Xin felt that there was one thing about genetics that was particularly right. A son would follow his mother, and Shi Yu had obviously inherited his mother's intelligence and eloquence.
As long as they are willing, no matter whether it is words, expressions, or gestures, they can make the other person feel comfortable, noticed, and even loved.
Just like Ji Yunyun at this time, he cares but does not cross the line. He not only shows his optimism for the marriage between the two, but also does not have excessive expectations. He puts himself in the comfort zone that can be pushed and retreated, like a loving elder. Everything he said and did was just right.
Tang Xin responded in a timely manner, showing that this was the reason for returning to China. After all, his family had urged him several times, and the Tang family was happy to see it happen.
Ji Yunyun then asked: "When will you go to Beijing again? I can make an appointment to meet your grandpa."
Tang Xin slowly lowered his eyes, pursed his lips with a shy curve, and said: "Look at Shi Yu, he can go back whenever he wants. He holds my handle, I don't dare to be his master, he wants to Hit me."
When he said this, he moved his hair behind his ears, just touching the silk scarf, and arranged it smoothly.
Ji Yunyun's sharp eyes saw the traces on her neck at a glance. After examining her for a moment, he followed her words and asked, "What's the reason?"
Talking to smart people saves trouble and time. Tang Xin is just curious about the Ms. Ji in front of her. Does she really not care at all about her son beating her?
There was a chuckle from the other side, and with the soft sound of the coffee cup being put back on the table, he said slowly: "I don't care about the two of you. If you talk too much, it's called privacy. If you need me to take care of it, it's not that I can't help you make the decision."
Tang Xin pretended to be in deep thought, his eyelids trembled and he looked at her, and said softly: "Aunt, Shi Yu... I don't know where you took my son."
"Your son?" Ji Yunyun was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyebrows and smiled.
It's hard to say whether the two of them slept together, let alone having a son. It couldn't be something that could only be achieved by sleeping once or twice, nor could it be born in an instant.
Ji Yunyun was doubtful, but still smiled and said easily: "I've never heard that you two have a son."
"Then... when my son grows up, he won't tell his mother everything." Tang Xin bit his lips, lowered his eyes for a while, and when he raised his eyes again, there were tears in his eyes, and his voice was softer: "Mo is the age He is still young and will cry if he can’t see his mother.”
…
Tang Xin had breakfast before going to Meng's. The meeting was half-way through, and he walked all the way from the door of the conference room to his empty seat on high heels and sat down. Shi Yu happened to be sitting next to him.
The conference room was quiet for a while, until the muffled sound dissipated from the air, Meng Jiming, who was sitting at the head of the table, signaled for the meeting to continue.
From the corner of his eye, he could see Yang Yi sitting behind Shi Yu.
Tang Xin confirmed that Yang Yi did like Meng Jiming, but that didn't mean he didn't like Shi Yu.
Men, do they really not understand what women are thinking, or are they just pretending to be confused?
Shi Yu's mobile phone screen lit up, displaying a message from Tang Xin: [What good show did I miss? 】
Putting the phone on his thigh, Shi Yu gave her a smile as a reply.
Tang Xin understood. She hadn't arrived yet, and no one was going to start the show.
Then you can't use her as a mallet!
Tang Xin didn't even move his eyelids, and quickly sent another message: [Where is my son? 】
Shi Yu looked down generously and typed slowly: [Who]
She confirmed it, he was just pretending to be confused!
Reluctantly replied: [Your son! 】
It wasn't until the end of the meeting that Tang Xin received a reply: [My son, what does it have to do with you? 】
