Alas, isn't this child his son? Chu Qingman blinked.

The daughter is thinking about his son every day, and she can't ignore it. What's more, the child looks like that, like her son Shang Jiaxuan.

The moment when I remembered back a few years ago, my heart almost suffocated. Chu Qingman took a breath and suppressed her mood. But she said that she almost didn't dare to think about what happened a few years ago. For the sake of her daughter, she couldn't mention it, and when she mentioned it, her daughter who had never seen her brother since she was born, she was even more heartbroken.

Now it seems that there is a 100% reason for a daughter to think of her son. His son is really like her daughter's brother, and she looks to the extreme.

Her hair is as dark as oily as his hair, but her bangs are like her and her daughter. Her forehead is a bit naturally curly, and she looks very cool and handsome. She is a little male god with stars everywhere she goes.

His facial features are the same as him, as beautiful and cool as ice jade.

With her eyes, through her sunglasses, she seemed to see a pair of small eyes that looked like her son.

I can't think about it anymore, it's his son, not hers.

But why did his son appear here?

By the way, my daughter said that his son likes cucu. Is his son coming to see cucu?

Chu Qingman's eyebrows were tugging seriously.

Looking around, next to his son, today is the most sharp reporter group in the entertainment industry. If there wasn't a fake cucu here to help her block the gun, she would have to be very alert.

If she did not make a mistake, her son was a big star who was the most popular among the people, just like cucu. Maybe the reporters would find out his son, what should he do?

Chu Qingman's brows became closer and closer.

Mu Suye, opposite her, touched her sunglasses with her small hands, and trembled with guilt, and her small hands were automatically placed behind her back.

This feeling makes him feel more nervous than meeting his teacher at school or his father at company.

He was cold and cold, and he was not afraid of the world, but he was not afraid of reporters or anyone else. But when he saw her eyebrows tugging, his heart felt uncomfortable. Yes, it seemed as if he saw the little sister warm.

I had an intuition telling him that she was tugging her eyebrows for him at this time? Who would worry about this woman? She obviously didn't know him, right?

I couldn't help but turn Mu Suye's little eyes back and want to look at her again, and want to meet her again. When I looked over, I saw her mouth moving and said to him: Run to the left!

Run? His little body stood up unknowingly.

At this time, Chu Qingman faced the media reporters surrounded the scene and shouted loudly: "Dear media reporters, friends."

Who is talking? The reporters' spears, cannons and flashes stopped, and their eyes were aimed at Chu Qingman.

"I am a staff member sent by km. Everyone knows that km has been working hard to find cucu for many years and has been planning for a long time. It is bound to make cucu shine in the music industry again. Therefore, in order to celebrate the return of cucu, km has arranged a special press conference for all media journalists and friends, and welcomes all media journalists to participate. At that time, even if cucu does not attend, the relevant personnel of our company will answer everyone's questions as much as possible."

Every word Chu Qingman's precise words echoed over the empty airport hall, and the reporters could hear it clearly.

Cucu's peach blossom eyes narrowed: Woman, as soon as she opened her mouth, she actually diverted the reporters' attention!

The media people who had listened to Chu Qingman's words were talking about it:

"If she is right, km will make a big deal this time!"

"Maybe Cucu will hold a global concert soon!"

"We must go to the press conference and seize the best position."

"Cucu is cold and mysterious and doesn't speak. KM people will definitely show their strength."

"Go to the press conference!"

Various long guns and short cannons and spotlights began to shift.

At the same time, the security team escorted cucu and took this opportunity to leave the airport: "Mr. cucu, go here, the car has arrived!"

Cucu was a little impatient about this, and turned around and saw Chu Qingman not coming and shouting: "Call her back."

No one paid attention to him. After all, Chu Qingman is nothing compared to his safety. So he could only watch Chu Qingman's figure be submerged by others.

As soon as Cucu left, the media and the masses were crowded towards the gate like hornet's nests, and the airport hall was once in a chaotic way like a world war.

The perfect escape time, Mu Suye knew that this was specially made for him. His calves stopped after running a few steps and looked back.

There was a place where he wanted to wait and see his son run away before leaving, but he didn't expect his son to stop running.

Why didn't this child run away? Chu Qingman was so anxious that his throat was getting angry. He rushed through the chaotic crowd. He grabbed the child's little hand before no one noticed it: "Go! I'll take you to a safe place."

The moment she was grabbed by her hand, Mu Suye's little heart jumped wildly. Her lowered little eyes fell on the back of her hand holding his little hand. It was a different hand from her father, warm and gentle, like a warm quilt, wanting his little hand to hold it tightly...

"Did you come by yourself? Didn't your father send someone to accompany you?" Chu Qingman thought about where to take him, and said nervously.

"Um."

"Your dad actually lets you go alone!" Chu Qingman's incredible tone overflowed with anger. He felt that he, a father, didn't know how to be a good father.

Mu Suye's little head was buried underground. Dad, please forgive him. In order to make her hold his hands more, he just said no.

Walking out of the airport hall, standing in a place with few people, Chu Qingman looked out at the road and found a taxi to take the child home.

A black long-body car rushed into the distance.

Chu Qingman looked at it and saw that the figure of the car was a little familiar. Thinking about it, when she took a taxi home that night, the car that turned back at the entrance of the alley seemed to be this one?

The long-body car stopped in front of them.

"Mr. Mu, we're here." The driver ran down and opened the car door for Mu Jingnan.

Mu Jingnan, who stretched one foot out of the car door, raised his head and his eyes fell on her and his son's faces.

His father is elegant and well-dressed, and he takes the driver's bodyguard to ride in a luxury car. He can hardly see any nervousness. Chu Qingman thought, his eyebrows were about to rise.

It seemed that she had read the expression written on her face. After Mu Jingnan came out of the car, she directly called her son: "Come here."

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Chapter completed!