Mr. Jing handed him the phone.
"Brother, I want to see it too."
Jing Chenyun held the phone lower, and finally pulled her to sit on the stone steps together.
"Little darling, how old is your brother?" Old Master Jing came close to Mo Ranxing and asked in a pinched voice, his face almost smiling.
Mo Ranxing hugged Jing Chenyun's arm and shifted his attention back from the phone, "I won't tell you."
Strange grandpa, he laughs so strangely.
When Jing Chenyun turned to Jing Qingze's photo, Wanjiezhu said, "Host, he is your biological father, and the weird old man next to you is your biological grandfather."
Jing Chenyun remained silent after hearing what it said. After reading it, he returned the phone and thanked it politely: "Thank you."
"Do you think you look like them?" Old Master Jing asked him.
"Not like that." Jing Chenyun held the hand of the little girl next to him, "Xingxing, daddy is here."
Mo Ranxing opened his mouth and followed Jing Chenyun away from the guardrail.
Old Master Jing was silenced by his calling of "Dad" and muttered to himself: What a coincidence.
Everyone has his own father.
"Dad!" Seeing Mo Lidong coming over, the little girl ran over excitedly and threw herself into his arms.
Mo Lidong picked her up and pinched her face, "Ouch, don't run so fast, what if you fall?"
"I won't fall!"
"Want to go home?"
"Go back!"
"Then let's go." Mo Lidong went to thank the neighbor girl, "Come to uncle's house for dinner when you have time."
"Then I won't be polite!"
"Dad, I want to go with my brother." The little girl in his arms twisted her body.
Mo Lidong put her down and pulled her stroller away. She and Jing Chenyun held hands and skipped back.
As the sun sets, the light dances, and the overlapping shadows are stretched very long.
Old Master Jing turned to look at the girl next to him, "Little girl, what's the child's name? Why doesn't he look like his father?"
The girl smiled awkwardly, "Grandpa, my mom asked me to go back for dinner! Let's talk next time we meet!"
After saying that, she ran away quickly.
Xiaochen's younger brother suddenly called Uncle Mo "Dad", which definitely meant he didn't want to be involved, so she didn't say anything to cause trouble.
Old Master Jing remained silent. If you don’t want to talk, then don’t talk. Why are you running away?
Ten minutes later, Jing Qingze arrived and stood in front of Grandpa Jing, panting, "Dad, where is the child?"
My heart is pounding and I am so excited.
He looks like him, his eyes and eyebrows look like love.
Jing Qingze happened to be discussing work nearby, and rushed over immediately after seeing the photo sent by the old man.
"He went home with his father."
"Where is his home?" He just wanted to confirm whether it was his and his beloved's child.
Jing Qingze automatically ignored the word "his father" from the old man's mouth.
"How would I know? The child thought I was a human trafficker and refused to say anything." He couldn't even get any words out of the three-year-old girl.
"Also, he has a father, so don't mess around." Old Master Jing looked at him warily.
"I know my limits."
"You have a sense of propriety? A sense of propriety means that you can let someone drive away his girlfriend for six years right under your nose." Old Master Jing mocked, "I have been looking for her for six years and still can't find her."
"I've watched TV shows where other domineering CEOs found their heroines the day after they ran away."
Jing Qingze: “…”
"You should watch less melodramatic TV series."
He is not a domineering president, just a slightly wealthy businessman, and he cannot be omnipotent.
Qingyi wanted to hide, but he couldn't find her.
Jing Qingze didn't want to argue with the old man any more. The most urgent thing was to find his lover, so he hurriedly called.
"Dad, please continue playing and remember to go back for dinner."
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