Chapter 11

Before Ling Moxue returned to the office and sat down, the cell phone in her bag rang. When she opened it, she quickly picked it up, "Teacher, what's the matter?"

"Ling Qiyang beat the school manager's nephew, come here."

Ling Moxue was dizzy after hearing this. What she was most afraid of was that her son would cause trouble outside. This son's personality is probably inherited from his dead father.

He ran to Manager Qiao's office to ask for leave. Just as he turned the aisle, he suddenly saw a group of people walking in front of him. The man in the front was wearing a suit and leather shoes. He had a handsome face and an indifferent and cold expression.

When she saw it was Gu Mingxuan, she felt a "boom" in her heart, and hurriedly took two steps back, pressing her back against the wall.

Gu Mingxuan had spotted her, and slowed down his steps. When he turned the corner, his eyes seemed to look at her inadvertently. Their eyes collided in the air. Ling Moxue hurriedly avoided, but he frowned slightly...

It was that feeling again, her eyes were like a window, which contained what he was looking for.

"Ling Moxue, what are you doing standing here?" Manager Qiao who was walking behind asked her strangely.

Ling Moxue's face was flushed, and she didn't dare to look at the man in front of her. She said hastily, "My son got into a fight with someone in the kindergarten. The teacher asked me to go there. I want the manager to grant me an hour's leave."

"How can this work? Look, the president is here today, and he is about to inspect our jewelry design department to see the new styles of rings designed by you last week."

The manager refused straight away, Ling Moxue became anxious, she turned her head helplessly, and found that Gu Mingxuan's eyes were still on her, her cheeks became hot, she hurriedly greeted: "Hello, President!"

"Go to the clothing department first." Lu Mingchen suddenly turned around and walked in another direction.

Manager Qiao was taken aback, and Ling Moxue pulled off his clothes, "Manager..."

"Okay, you go, come back to work early." Manager Qiao waved his hand.

"Thank you!" Ling Moxue ran away in a hurry, the sound of her high heels stepping on the floor was extremely crisp.

Gu Mingxuan's handsome face was slightly gloomy, his eyes were fixed on the front, but his ears moved slightly without a trace.

In the principal's office.

"Who is the father of this child? Who is it?!" Gu Xinyan, with her long wavy hair permed, pointed at Ling Qiyang emotionally.

She was surprised on the one hand, and angry on the other.

There were five red fingerprints on the son's face, and his little nose was bleeding. I heard that this new kid threw him to the ground, and even rode on his stomach and slapped him.

So crazy!

On the way, Gu Xinyan was bitterly thinking about how to teach this arrogant child a lesson, but when she saw Ling Qiyang, she was stunned.

Why does he look so similar to Gu Mingxuan?

So, she was emotionally trying to track down the child's identity.

The director of the kindergarten helped her open the information filled by Ling Moxue on the registration booklet, pointed to the parents column above and said, "My father's name is Jack, and my mother's name is Ling Moxue. These twins grew up in Paris and just came back this month."

"Jack... Where is he from?" Gu Xinyan was full of doubts, and said in her mouth, her sharp eyes glanced at the young lady standing in front of the window.

The carefully crafted facial features, as well as the cold and domineering aura, are simply a replica of my younger brother's childhood.

"His father is a French expatriate and his mother is our native."

As soon as the headmaster finished speaking, Ling Moxue rushed in. She took a look at her son and saw that he was safe and sound, she felt relieved, and apologized to the headmaster: "I'm sorry, I'm late."