Chapter 15

Hearing this, Shen Xinbai raised his head in embarrassment and truthfully replied, "he... Has no father. He has lived with me since he was born and has never seen his father."

"No wonder... With all due respect, Ms. Shen, if children, especially boys, grow up under the leadership of a single mother, it is not conducive to his character development. He will become introverted, unwilling to communicate with the outside world, mature too early, or have psychological shadow, sensitivity and extreme lack of security. So... I suggest you better communicate with the child's father Next, see if you can properly accompany the children. "

"I'm sorry... I'm afraid I can't do this, because... I don't know where the child's father is."

Shen Xinbai is also telling the truth. On that night six years ago, she and the other party were wearing masks. Where do you know who the child is?

"This..." for a moment, Miss Sun didn't know what to say.

"In that case, I suggest that if you have a boyfriend now, you'd better let him contact the child more as the father of the child and give him a correct guidance. He is still young and many things are slowly accepted now. Once the character is formed, it's hard to change later. In order to shake the future happiness, I suggest you take this matter to heart."

"OK, I'll think about it. Thank you, Miss Sun."

When leaving the cafe, Shen Xinbai's heart was particularly heavy

He was just discredited in the company and cut half of his salary by Lu Jiayi. He was tricked into living in a nightclub last night.

Now the child's teacher came to talk about such a serious topic. She suddenly felt that people are really tired to live.

Driving a white Buick, wandering aimlessly in the street

She even began to wonder, what is the value of living like this?

In other words, she has no sense of security. How can she give her children a sense of security?

She is only 26 years old this year. She is still a child, but she suddenly becomes the mother of a six-year-old child?

Is there anything more absurd, bloody and tragic than this?

A heavy blow made her depressed and forgot the time to pick up the child.

Shen Zhiyao finished his piano class and waited for his mother to pick him up at the door, but he didn't see anyone.

"Shen Zhiyao, hasn't your mommy come yet?" the piano teacher asked attentively.

"Well, maybe she's busy with work and delayed." xiaonaibao comforted herself.

"The teacher will call her for you."

"Thank you, teacher." the little milk bag smiled sweetly, especially lovable.

The piano teacher dialed the number, but was told that the phone you dialed was turned off.

"Eh? Your mommy's phone is off."

"Oh... Maybe there's no electricity?" the little milk bag was disappointed in his eyes.

"Then wait a minute. Don't run around."

"I see, teacher."

In this way, the little milk bag waited at the door for more than ten minutes. At this time, it rained cats and dogs in the sky.

The little milk bag was wearing white short sleeves, black underpants and carrying a small blue schoolbag. He sat alone at the door.

At this time, a little girl came out of the piano classroom. She was six or seven years old, wearing a white princess dress and looked very handsome.

Holding a small transparent umbrella, she walked to the black Bentley parked at the door.

"Uncle." the little girl cried sweetly when she saw the man in Bentley.

"Come on, let's go eat." Xiao Yan loved his niece very much because of his deep feelings for his sister.

My sister recently went to Europe because of customized fabrics, so he picked up the children himself.

"Ah... Wait a minute, uncle."

"What's the matter?"

"I really want to see my classmate." Xiao Zimeng said and trotted over to Shen Zhiyao.

"Shen Zhiyao? Is it really you? Why do you sit here and don't you go home?" the little girl asked sweetly.

"My mommy hasn't come to pick me up yet."

"Did you call her?" asked Xiao Zimeng.

Shen Zhiyao nodded in a low mood: "well, I did, but she turned it off."

"Oh... Well, but... It's late. It's going to close here soon."

Shen Zhi shook his head and couldn't hide his loss

"You're hungry, or... Have dinner with us. After dinner, I'll ask my uncle to take you home."

"No, my mommy will come in a minute."

Before Shen Zhiyao refused, Xiao Zimeng ran to Xiao Yan, pointed to the small milk bag and said, "uncle, that's my kindergarten classmate. His mommy didn't come to pick him up. It's going to close here soon. He must be hungry."

"So?" Xiao Yan looked at his niece with interest.

"So... Can we take him to dinner? And then take him home?" Xiao Zimeng said, holding her uncle's hand and acting like a spoiled child. She was so cute.