Xiaoyu murmured softly. Everyone only saw his lips move, as if he said two words, but they were too soft and no one could hear anything.
So someone asked, "What did you say, kid?"
"Little boy, tell us what you want and I'll get it for you~"
At this time, a male actor who had learned lip reading before filming touched his chin and asked in confusion: "Are you missing your mother?"
Hearing this, someone immediately wondered: "Isn't Sister Qingyin here?"
Why does the little boy look so surprised when his mother is right in front of him?
Several people were about to look in the direction he was looking, and Song Qingyin noticed it. How could she not know who Xiaoyu was calling?
There was a hint of gloom in his eyes, but he smiled, diverting everyone's attention without leaving a trace, and said lightly: "Xiao Yu must be tired after coming all the way here. There is still some time before the shooting, I will take him upstairs to rest first."
After saying that, he nodded to everyone and turned around holding Xiaoyu's hand.
Seeing Song Qingyin leave, the people behind her looked at each other secretly, their eyes were meaningful.
...
...
A few of them couldn't help but covered their mouths and whispered.
"What do you think? Is the little boy her son?"
"That's... hard to say. But I heard that Song Qingyin is a rich second-generation, a rich lady."
"Oh, now the daughter of a wealthy family is not at home enjoying her life, but she comes out to compete with us for jobs."
"Tsk, this is called experiencing life."
"Alright, stop talking. I also heard that there is someone behind Song Qingyin..."
This statement has many meanings.
Who is it? A man or a woman? What is her relationship with him?
But seeing the person who was speaking had a deep look in his eyes, everyone understood instantly, and their expressions of covering their mouths were meaningful.
"But it's not surprising. With her background, the person behind her must be no ordinary person. Maybe she has been married for a long time, and the man is her son." Someone said with certainty.
But whether it is true or false is ultimately just their guess.
A few people curled their lips and watched the director appear with a small loudspeaker. After greeting the director, they dispersed to do their own things.
Song Qingyin held Xiaoyu's hand and talked to him with her head down. She naturally knew that Xiaoyu's appearance would arouse everyone's interest.
However, it had no effect on her and she was too lazy to pay attention.
Just as he lowered his head to ask Xiaoyu if he was tired, he saw Shen Shuhe out of the corner of his eye.
She still stood where she was before, without moving an inch.
Seeing Song Qingyin looking at her, Shen Shuhe drank her milk lazily, her eyes fixed on the mountain hidden in the mist, without any ripples.
Even when the two people passed by her, she handed the glass to Zheng Manman and said slowly: "I'm so hungry, let's go eat."
After saying this, he pulled Zheng Manman towards the restaurant in the side room without looking back.
Xiaoyu just walked up to her and hesitated whether to say hello to Shen Shuhe.
He remembered what his great-grandmother had often told him these days. She said it was not easy for his mother to give birth to him and she stayed in the hospital for a long time.
He also said that there is no mother in the world who doesn't love her children.
But Xiaoyu still felt uncomfortable when he thought about the intimacy between his mother and that bastard outside.
He thought about it and decided that if his mother admitted her mistake to him and promised not to see the little witch, he would be merciful and forgive her.
But he didn't expect that his mother would turn around and leave when she saw him!
Xiaoyu was led by Song Qingyin to the doorstep. The houses in the mountainous area were backward, most of them were old-style houses from the last century, with high doorsteps.
In his ears, Yinyin's mother kindly reminded him not to trip.
Xiaoyu said thank you after stepping in.
Then he looked back at the direction where Shen Shuhe left, bit his lip, and turned his head angrily.
Grandma is lying!
His mother is a bad mother! She doesn't care about him at all! She only recognizes that little witch, so he must never forgive her!
After figuring it out, Xiaoyu threw himself into Song Qingyin's arms and shared with her the interesting things that happened in the past few days.
Half an hour later, there were still five minutes left before the assembly.
Song Qingyin settled Xiaoyu down and called her assistant Xin Shuangshuang to take care of him.
Xiaoyu nodded obediently: "Don't worry, Yinyin Mommy, I will never run around!"
"Okay, then you wait for me to come back."
Xiaoyu nodded heavily.
After explaining everything, Song Qingyin got up and went downstairs, and happened to meet Chen Shuhe at the stairs.
Seeing that there was no one around, she smiled and took the initiative to speak: "Ms. Shen, I was afraid that everyone would know that you were married and had children, so I didn't let Xiaoyu talk to you. Are you angry?"
Shen Shuhe glanced at her, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.
Seeing that she didn't say anything, Song Qingyin didn't get angry and followed her downstairs.
"By the way, Miss Shen, you probably don't know why Xiaoyu showed up at the recording site, right?" Song Qingyin's tone was relaxed, as if she mentioned it casually, but her words inevitably contained a hint of bragging and sarcasm.
How do you feel when you have to learn about your own son's movements from others?
After being hurt so many times, Shen Shuhe really couldn't muster up any energy.
A heavy stone was thrown into the river, but it didn't create any ripples, which made people feel depressed.
Song Qingyin glanced at the woman's cold profile and thought she was angry and didn't want to talk.
So he pretended to be generous and told me: "Xiaoyu hadn't seen me for a few days and insisted on coming to see me. He also heard that I was recording a program in the mountains and was very interested, so Jingmo asked someone to bring him to accompany me."
Song Qingyin seemed to have fully implemented her identity as a mistress, and she talked about other people's husbands and sons without any psychological burden.
After that, she pursed her lips shyly and gave an unusually considerate suggestion: "Ms. Shen, don't blame Xiaoyu for not being close to you. In fact, you should spend more time with him. As Xiaoyu's biological mother, you spend every day with other children. Xiaoyu must be resentful of you..."
As soon as she finished speaking, the figure next to her stopped, Shen Shuhe stepped down the last step, turned around and looked at her with his arms folded across his chest.
She was tall, and even though she stood low, she was almost level with Song Qingyin on the steps.
He curled his lips, glanced up and down and sneered: "Miss Song, what you said is very nice, but aren't you tired?"
"...What?" Song Qingyin was stunned and didn't understand.
Shen Shuhe sneered and asked, “Do you really want me to go back and accompany Xiaoyu?”
Song Qingyin didn't expect her to point it out directly, but she had no choice but to bite the bullet and reply: "...Of course."
"Oh, OK." Shen Shuhe nodded, as if she really accepted her suggestion, and nodded and said: "Then I will go back to the mansion more often to cultivate my relationship with Xiaoyu and Pei Jingmo, so that I won't bother Miss Song to go to other people's houses all the time."
Song Qingyin: “…”
She looked at Chen Shuhe, her hands hanging by her side had already been clenched, her fingertips sunk into her palms, and she felt a stinging pain, but she tried hard to force a smile.
Didn't Shen Shuhe never pay attention to her? She just wanted to tell her that Xiaoyu was very dependent, so as to poke her heart.
But today she was acting out of character and even used clever words to embarrass her!
Song Qingyin suddenly felt as if she had shot herself in the foot.
But now that things have come to this, she can only go along with it and say, “If Miss Shen says so, I believe Xiaoyu will be happy.”
"But... I think Miss Shen misunderstood. Jing Mo and I are just good friends. There is nothing innocent between us. It is Xiao Yu and Jing Mo who are willing to give me some face, so I can often go in and out of the mansion."
What you mean is that your husband and son like me and can't live without me, so that's why they let you go to the mansion.
What does it have to do with her?
This face, no matter how calm Shen Shuhe was, at this moment, there was a faint anger rolling in his chest.
She said sarcastically: "I used to think Miss Shen was good at speaking, but today I found that you are also humorous."
Song Qingyin frowned, looking puzzled.
Shen Shuhe smiled and turned his head, and at the same time a sentence floated over: "Talking like a gust of wind."
Hearing this, Song Qingyin's frown deepened.
After a few seconds, she suddenly glared, her cold and resentful eyes like a sharp sword, staring at Shen Shuhe's back.
Damn it! He actually mocked her!
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