Chapter 692

At the other end of the phone, there was a voice that the paper was turned: "because it's a long time, and it's across regions, there's no valuable information yet. The only thing is for sure that if young master Mu is really adopted by Miss Mu from the orphanage, the orphanage will not have a record of taking care of him."

As I said at the beginning, xiaowangshu was just abandoned, and was carried back by mujiutian.

"Yes." Gu Shaoqing's deep voice was especially clear in the quiet living room: "madam."

The Secretary didn't respond for a moment: "Mr. Gu, what did you say?"

When Gu Shaoqing repeated what he had just said, he suddenly realized: "I understand. I will continue to send people to collect evidence about my wife's adoption of the young master, but it will take some time."

"Half a month."

"President Gu..."

"That's it."

Finish saying, hang up straightforwardly, did not give Wen Secretary any chance to inquire.

But the moment when he knocked his eyes, what he covered was the chapped eyes that were so gloomy that they could almost drip water. Mujiutian's posture of holding the child's resistance made a kind of evil idea surging in his heart. The mobile phone was held in the palm of his hand. He tried to restrain his calm and fell on the mobile phone. He had already forced the body to bend to the screen and burst out of the way.

He could hardly believe what he thought, the child

From far to near, he lifted his eyes and looked at the little guy who was carried by the servant.

I don't know where I saw that face.

The servant was so frightened by the cold on Gu Shaoqing's face that he didn't dare to move. Instead, his thin lips overflowed with a low voice: "what's the matter?"

"The young master wants to find Miss Mu when he wakes up, but she's out. Look..."

"Take it."

Soft body into Gu Shaoqing's arms, weak to Gu Shaoqing almost only need to use 30% of the force will be enough to end him quietly in hand.

But when I think of him, although he is likely to be the biological child of mojiutian and other men, what is flowing in his body is mojiutian's blood. The big palm that wants to hold his throat moves down, drags her small buttocks, lets his soft hands hold his collar, and even the apricot eyes that are very similar to mojiutian squint.

"Ba..."

The man in the sun warm light way: "don't recognize dad, she won't let."

"Ba..."

"I should have guessed for a long time that it's not Aerman. Who is the man who can make her care for you?"

Xiao Wangshu didn't understand what Gu Shaoqing was saying. He grinned and stood on him with his chubby legs. From time to time, he jumped twice.

Gu Shaoqing glared at him and reached out to tease him: "call again."

Xiao Wangshu is playing happily and ignores him.

Two fingers, it's easy to pinch his little face.

That play in the interest but was interrupted by the confused small eyes, I do not know why suddenly and memory that pair of misty apricot eyes overlap.

Subconsciously curled up, he allowed xiaowangshu to grin and gnaw his small mouth with tender teeth on his tiger's mouth, with a faint smile: "forget it, it's mine in the end."

Whether it's people or children.

……

Mujiutian thinks that there is always a chance in the world, or the real world is too small.

Almost hiding behind him, his voice is similar to that of a few years ago, lacking the green simplicity: "sorry, excuse me for hiding."

The side Mou looked at an eye, again along her line of sight raise head.

Almost only ten meters away, all of them are men with noble childe posture. They are dressed in a tailored suit, straight to the bend of the arm without a wrinkle, with a plain white hand in a dignified manner. They are gorgeous and noble, and naturally complement each other with their handsome features.

Just don't know why Gu Wenbin suddenly appeared in the airport, with Zhang Shuwen on the side.

"Are you avoiding him?"

"Is he here?"

"No

Mujiutian shakes her head and passes by without squinting. Then she pulls out the little woman behind her with a smile on her face: "Miss Tang, long time no see."

I haven't seen her for two or three years. Tang Rao has changed a lot. I don't know if it's because she's going abroad. She doesn't like to wear skirts any more. Instead, she changes to a professional style.Nine black suit pants, coupled with a classic white shirt, colorful suitcase, even the slim wrist has a rose gold bracelet, everywhere is full of crisp heroism.

"Long time no see."

Gu Wenbin can't be seen in the airport. Tang Rao instantly recovers her composure and reaches for her hand with a smile on her face: "thank you for what happened just now. Who would have thought that I would encounter such a thing when I just returned home."

Mujiutian is not sure where Zhang Shuwen arranged Tang Rao and what she did.

But with a smile: "come back after learning?"

"No, because of my job, I was transferred to Xicheng District for three months."

At the beginning, Mu Jiutian and Tang Rao were not familiar with each other, even though there were some accidents in the middle, let alone a few years apart.

After the guest's words, he unconsciously glanced at the cufflinks on Tang Rao's shirt. The sapphire texture has the oldest Oriental design. It's very similar to the work of a new designer who came to the fore last year. Even several decorations on her body seem to come from the same series.

Mujiutian smiles casually, rolling the designer's name between her lips and teeth: "Miss Tang also likes her design very much? I always feel that there is a different experience in her design. "

Tang Rao subconsciously with Mu wine sweet line of sight to look at the body, just hook lips: "thank you for your praise."

I'm in a daze.

Later on, I remembered that Tang Rao was also engaged in this field.

An idea is outlined in the heart: "are you?"

Fluent French as like as two peas of wine, came out of Tang Meng's lips and teeth.

It turns out that Zhang Shuwen sent Tang Rao to France while she went to the United States alone.

Maybe she thought that mujiutian had a lot of roots in France, which attracted Gu Shaoqing to visit frequently, so the most dangerous place was also the safest place.

I just didn't expect that in Paris, which is famous for its romance, Tang Rao has become the best assistant to her success.

"Mr. mu." Qiao Xiaoyu just came back after seeing off the customer. He was slightly surprised to see Tang Rao. He stood behind Mu Jiutian and nodded to her: "Miss Tang."

"Secretary Joe."

Tang Rao also nodded, ear immediately sounded the invitation of mujiutian: "it's still early now, if you don't arrange next, how about I invite you to dinner?"

She immediately laughed: "I should have invited Miss Mu to dinner."

Two people hit it off and gave the suitcase to Qiao Xiaoyu for safekeeping. The location was a good Chinese restaurant nearby.

Having not eaten Chinese food for two or three years, Tang Rao quickly decides several dishes she likes. Then she looks up at the woman who is studying the menu carelessly.

They chose the lobby, which was right next to the window.

Golden Sunshine sprinkles on the sweet and white face of Mujiu. In a trance, there is no change compared with three years ago. After a pause, Tang Rao casually asks, "how are you and Mr. Gu? Have you remarried?"

"Of course not."

The farce of her changing bridegroom in public and stepping on the face of her family is not a very beautiful thing, so in addition to being published in the newspaper at the beginning, Tang Rao will never know anything about it.

But Tang Rao was still a little surprised: "I remember that you, Mr. Gu, pursued you again. You were very enviable. I thought you would..."

"Things change." Mujiutian looks at the menu with one hand and smiles casually with one hand. She doesn't even look at her in her eyes. She holds a very casual attitude: "I have a child now, and I may live with him in the future."

"Child? Is it president Gu? "

"Of course not."

Eyelashes trembled, mujiutian reported two dish names, and then handed the menu to the waiter: "how about you? Do you have any new boyfriends in the past two years

When it comes to personal feelings, Tang Rao seems as shy as she used to be: "not yet. I've just got a firm foothold. Naturally, my focus is on work."

"Who sent you back this time?"