When the elevator door opened, Xuan Yingluo didn't answer Zhou Yu. Instead, she took little seven childe's little hand and walked into her office.

"Xiao Qi, sit there and draw." Xuanyingluo arranges the little seven childe.

"OK, Mommy." The little seven childe took out his brush and book from his schoolbag and began to draw. However, his big black eyes fell on Zhou Yu curiously and looked again and again.

Zhou Yu is tall and strong, but because of his easy appearance, he can't show the same appearance as little seven. However, the man suddenly appears, full of a sense of strength. Little seven feels that this millet is very similar to the daddy in his previous paintings.

Even the daddy in his painting is not so tall.

Xuanyingluo put down the bag in her hand and looked straight at Zhou Yu. She said faintly, "come here, I have something to tell you."

Xuanyingluo opened the door of the next meeting room and went in.

Xuanyingluo knew that she couldn't hide it. The life experience of young master seven was exposed. Over the years, she has been careful not to let young master seven be exposed in the spotlight. In addition, young master seven is more and more similar to Zhou Yu, so she is more cautious.

But she didn't know what went wrong. Zhou Yu suddenly came to the door.

Zhou Yu must have known the life experience of young master Qi, so she must have a good talk with him about it.

At this time, Zhou Yu came in and closed the door. It was obvious that he also wanted to talk to her. The content of the conversation could not be known to young master Qi. Young master Qi was still a child. He didn't understand the complex world of adults.

Xuanyingluo turned her head to Zhou Yu and asked, "Why are you here?"

"I came when you went out to pick up your son." Zhou Yu looked at her with dark eyes, and her eyes were very deep and complex.

"Then you should know what happened when your wife ah Juan came here?"

"She's not my wife, as I said."

Xuanyingluo was silent for a moment. "It doesn't matter whether she is your wife or not. What matters is your handling method. Your identity is special. If you let others know that you are not dead, do you think about the consequences? I have family, relatives and friends. At that time, I gave you false testimony to prove that you are dead. I don't want the people around me to be implicated because of me. Now our affairs are noisy by ah Juan. What do you want to do?"

Zhou Yu pursed her thin lips. "I'll take care of it. Ah Juan won't appear in front of you again in the future."

"You go too, and you won't appear in front of us again."

Zhou Yu came forward and held her Yingrun fragrant shoulder. "Is Xiao Qi my son and my blood?"

Xuanyingluo looked at him frankly. "Do you need to ask this sentence? Xiaoqi is your son. If you don't believe it, you can do DNA paternity testing."

Don't do it!

He believes!

From the first time he saw Xiao Qi, he knew that Xiao Qi was his son.

Zhou Yu tightened her fingers and squeezed her fragrant shoulder. "Since Xiao Qi is my son, why didn't you tell me earlier that he is so old, and I didn't know his existence. He doesn't have a father these years, I don't have a son, Xuan Yingluo. Why is your heart so cruel?"

Xuan Yingluo sneered, "Zhou Yu, now imagine that if you knew the existence of Xiao Qi, what would have happened between us wouldn't have happened?"