119: C119 A Gift from His Son

C119 A Gift from His Son

A gift from my son.

... "" Tong Tong opened her mouth again and again, but in the end, she became mute.

This blunder seemed to be getting bigger and bigger and it was a little out of control.

The only way was to quickly turn him in front of Tao Tao and let him know the truth.

Tong Tong's mind flashed with the fierce words that Qu Chenjiang had just thrown at Qu Yihong. She was frightened in her heart, and couldn't help but shrink back.

Cough, words are scary.

One night stand, plus a child who did not know whose father he was, it was enough for Qu Chenjiang to use it to make a fuss about Chief Executive Officer.

"Bear with it." Seeing Tong Tong continuously shrink back, Qu Yihong thought that the medicine had an effect. His voice carried a faint warmth, "This medicinal effect comes and goes quickly. It will be done soon."

... "Oh." Tong Tong obediently agreed.

She sat on the electric lounge chair that was eighty centimeters long. He knelt in front of her knees and focused and carefully helped her deal with the bruise.

Her small heart was beating fast and her thoughts were flying all over the place.

Tong Tong remembered the scene of a man proposing to her and her heart became charming.

If he did not have medicine and cotton swabs in his hands, but flowers and rings, The current scene would be the beautiful scene of the proposal.

It was so exciting...

"You don't have a fever, do you?" Qu Yihong raised his head and cast a sidelong glance at her red face. He reached out and touched her forehead. "It's not hot."

Tong Tong awkwardly opened her eyes.

A faint smile slowly appeared on his lips and his starry eyes flashed. "Speak if you have something to say."

... "" Tong Tong was shocked by the ambiguous look in his eyes.

Suddenly, she could not remain calm.

His hand was still on her knees. When his hand came into contact with her body temperature at zero distance, his body temperature and her body temperature were rubbing together, making it hard to tell who was who.

She unconsciously thought of that night when he climbed into the tip of her skirt...

"Assistant Tong, your eyes..." He slowly lifted her small chin and his low voice unconsciously became hoarse and low, "Inviting me."

Tong Tong's heart was in a mess. She avoided Qu Yihong's eyes and looked around.

What was he trying to say to explain her current romantic mood?

She was just a little rookie. This time, it seemed like she couldn't make it through.

Thinking about it, her eyes lit up: "Yeah, I invited you to accompany me back to Luo city! It's not like you're going with me. "

Qu Yihong did not say anything, focusing on the panicked little woman.

Seeing her panicked little appearance made him feel a little more gentle in his heart. He felt that the air was much warmer.

"Do I have to accompany you?" His starry eyes did not leave her beautiful sparkling eyes.

Tong Tong opened her eyes wide. "Are you willing?"

Whoosh -

He had been holding his breath for too long. When he exhaled, it was truly pleasant.

"Yes." Qu Yihong nodded. "Assistant Tong, it's not difficult to accompany you to Luo city."

"Yay!" Tong Tong took off her mouth and cheered.

This was great. If she died earlier, she would have reincarnated earlier. She was going to risk it all.

If President Qu had a stroke and felt that it was not easy for this single parent of hers, Mummy, to be together with him, he would be even more determined to be with her. What about...

Life was often filled with joy and sorrow, but there were always unexpected surprises everywhere.

Qu Yihong stared at the happy little girl in front of him, speechless.

She had curved eyebrows and eyes full of happiness. There was more charm in her eyes, as if she was going to drown him.

"When are you going?" Tong Tong looked at Qu Yihong with eager eyes.

She could not hide her thoughts and quickly settle this matter.

"I will arrange it." Qu Yihong scratched her little nose. "I can't do it for the next few days. At the earliest, I will only have time next Friday."

"Then I'll leave after work next Friday?" Tong Tong quickly asked.

Receiving the flowing beautiful eyes in front of him, Qu Yihong surprisingly realized that he could not reject her.

"Alright." He rubbed her small head. "If you have time these few days, you can prepare some gifts and bring them back. " Since I'm going back with you, I'll pay the bill from my account. "

Yay! " Tong Tong almost shouted 'long live!'.

She had finally gotten rid of Qu Yihong. She was the winner of her life.

This was great!

She did not remember the bruises on her knees. She jumped from the chair to the ground in joy. "Chief Executive Officer, you are so good."

"Idiot!" Qu Yihong was speechless as he caught the injured Tong Tong. "Do you still want your leg?"

"Hehe." Tong Tong smiled foolishly, and said, "I'm fine!"

Seeing Qu Yihong's face darken, she quickly put on a serious face. "I will pay attention. Boss Qu, I am going to prepare gifts for my family. "

Oh yeah!

He glanced over. Little Samoyed stood at the door with a stack of red tickets in his mouth, smiling as he looked inside.

Tong Tong grinned. "Yes, the first one is to bring gifts to Tao Tao..."

... "" Qu Yihong's warm smile slowly froze.

It seemed that accompanying her back to Luo city, the main person, Tao Tao, was going to fight for the pet dog. This was the beginning of his competition with the pet dog.

......

After resting for two days, Tong Tong's knee had fully recovered.

The real reason why she was injured was because of Yin Shaofan's relentless questioning.

"Second Young Master, he actually went to school to recruit girls to go home. He is simply a beast." Yin Shaofan never held back his opinion. "If he continues to live like this, sooner or later, he will implicate the entire Qu Family. At that time, even Second Young Master won't be able to clear his mind."2

"This time, I agree with Assistant Yin." Tong Tong nodded her head vigorously.

Yin Shaofan laughed dryly. "But with Assistant Tong around, Second Young Master doesn't have to worry about not being able to get a wife because of Third Young Master Qu..."

Tong Tong conveniently stuffed a drumstick over.

Yin Shaofan, I'm calling you a talker!

She was feeling sad in her heart.

Finally, Qu Yihong agreed to accompany her back to Luo city. The initial joy had long passed.

Day by day, the pressure on her became greater and greater.

She also became more and more worried about personal gains and losses.

If this lord turned hostile and refused to acknowledge her, would she be the same as that senior sister of the X University who lost her virginity back then, jumping off a building when she couldn't think of something...

However, the matter was set in stone. It was too late to regret...

Tong Tong lifted her head abruptly and met Qu Yihong's focused gaze. She hurriedly turned her head away.

Cough, he was a smart person. He seemed to have noticed that she had been wearing her sanitary pad these few days, so he did not get too close to her these few days.

...

On Thursday night, Tong Tong packed all the gifts she wanted to bring back one by one.

Tao Tao wanted the airplane, Tao Tao wanted the cartoon, Tao Tao wanted the mini schoolbag...

She also didn't forget to bring all of them.

"Assistant Tong, are you sure this is the gift you want to bring?" Qu Yihong frowned and glanced at the children's specialties. "How old is your brother?"

"Hehe." Tong Tong laughed dryly, but her heart could not help but tighten.

It was not for her brother, but for her son.

However, she did not intend to explain.

After thinking for a while, her heart moved. She looked at him eagerly and said, "The man from Longteng Hotel back then really wasn't your brother."

"No." Qu Yihong felt stifled when he mentioned this.

Little Fool.

"That's good." Tong Tong laughed dryly, "That's great!"

"He laughed like a fool." Qu Yihong snorted coldly. "He won't be leaving tomorrow afternoon. There's a welcome dinner."

"Huh?" Tong Tong was stunned.

He slowly added: "After the banquet, you can go to Luo city overnight..."

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