Chapter 121 The mystery of Little Milkman’s origin

Qiao Yanmeng didn't know whether she should say hello.

But Master Zhan gave her a cold look, snorted and left.

The people in the house also saw Qiao Yanmeng at the door.

Madam Zhan came over immediately with a smile on her face: "Oh, Mengmeng is here, come in quickly, we are all waiting for you."

"Well, that..." Qiao Yanmeng glanced at Master Zhan who was walking very slowly over there, and whispered, "Master Zhan, don't you want to come with us?"

"That old man, just ignore him!" Old Madam Zhan said in disgust, pulled Qiao Yanmeng in and closed the door.

Qiao Yanmeng wanted to laugh for some reason.

I thought Master Zhan was very fierce, but I didn’t expect his family status... was a bit low?

The little girl had been waiting for Qiao Yanmeng. When she saw her, she immediately smiled and hugged her, calling in a baby voice, "Auntie."

"Happy birthday, baby. Auntie brought you a gift." Qiao Yanmeng hugged him and gave him a toy racing car.

In fact, little Naitian stopped playing such childish car racing games a long time ago, but at this moment he was smiling happily and was reluctant to let go of the thing. This was a gift from his aunt!

"Auntie, thank you, I missed you so much." The little girl said seriously in a baby voice.

"I miss you too." Qiao Yanmeng stroked his head. Oh, so cute!

Old Madam Zhan was watching with a big smile on her face. She was old now and what she liked most was to see her family having fun. With the appearance of Qiao Yanmeng, Little Naitian finally looked like she had a child and was willing to speak.

However, as Mrs. Zhan watched, she felt something was wrong.

They look like mother and son!

"It's time to eat."

Suddenly there was a sound coming from the kitchen and Zhan Tingbei, wearing an apron, walked out.

Zhan Tingbei's short black hair was lifted up and combed into a slicked-back hairstyle, his handsome facial features were three-dimensional and beautiful. He was still wearing a white shirt and black trousers under the apron, and it seemed that he had just got off work and started cooking.

His eyebrows were stern, and when he saw Qiao Yanmeng, he flashed with surprise, but soon, he said gently: "Come on, go wash your hands and eat."

"Okay." Qiao Yanmeng said, her voice unconsciously becoming softer.

The four of them sat together to eat. Zhan Tingbei picked up some food for Qiao Yanmeng. Old Madam Zhan smiled and said, "This kid doesn't even pick up some food for his mother. Only you can make him so attentive."

Being teased, Zhan Tingbei was helpless: "Mom, what are you talking about?"

"Am I not telling the truth? You cooked like crazy at home during that period. Don't think I don't remember it. Even dogs wouldn't eat the food you cooked the first time!" Old Madam Zhan exposed her shortcomings mercilessly.

Qiao Yanmeng rarely saw the word "embarrassed" on Zhan Tingbei's face and couldn't help laughing.

After being looked at by Zhan Tingbei, Qiao Yanmeng obediently ate her meal seriously again.

After dinner, Zhan Tingbei washed the dishes and Mrs. Zhan slipped into the kitchen.

"Mom?"

"I have something to ask you."

Madam Zhan asked seriously: "Are you sure Xiaobao's mother is Zhou Lu?"

"Didn't you also see the paternity test?" Zhan Tingbei said in a cold voice.

"But, no matter how I look at it, I feel that Xiaobao is nothing like that woman. Instead, he gets along very well with Qiao Yanmeng. Zhou Lu is a deep-minded person. If Xiaobao is really her child, why did she come back after so many years?"

Zhan Tingbei also felt something was wrong.

Madam Zhan said seriously: "I think there is something fishy about this matter."

"I'll have someone check it out again."

When Mrs. Zhan returned to the living room, Qiao Yanmeng and Xiao Naituan were watching TV.

Madam Zhan watched with them for a while, and suddenly said earnestly: "Yan Meng, what happened in the past is in the past, and the future is the most important."

Qiao Yanmeng knew what she meant and nodded with mixed feelings.

"You guys go ahead and have fun. I'm too young to handle this anymore. I need to go back and rest."

"I'll take you there, old lady."

The little girl got down from the sofa immediately and said, "Grandma, I'll take you there."

"Oh, okay, okay, our baby is so thoughtful." Old Madam Zhan smiled and asked them to take her downstairs, where the driver was waiting for her.

Qiao Yanmeng and Xiao Naitian watched the old lady leave, and then Qiao Yanmeng carried Xiao Naitian back upstairs.

At the door, she stopped and said, "Baby, go home now. Auntie has gone home too."

The little girl immediately showed reluctance and gently shook her hand: "Auntie, can you sleep with me?"

"I……"

As soon as she opened her mouth, Zhan Tingbei opened the door and looked at her with deep eyes: "He has always missed you."

Today is Little Naitian's birthday, Qiao Yanmeng really couldn't bear to see him unhappy: "...Okay."

The little kid smiled immediately and hugged Qiao Yanmeng's thigh tightly, like a cute leg pendant.

He pulled her back to watch TV. It was actually late now. After a while, the little boy felt sleepy. Qiao Yanmeng carried him into the bedroom and coaxed him to sleep.

"mother."

In a daze, the little milk ball murmured.