Chapter 1884

"Yes! You and my mom are divorced. I live with my mom. Daddy just needs to pay the alimony. " The little guy said seriously.

Yes, as long as the alimony, daddy can live together without it.

Huangfu quanche's chest seems to have been stabbed by a knife. The joy of being a father has become a complex feeling. Does his own son want him? You don't want to recognize him?

Is this the idea that the woman instilled in him?

Damn it. Five years ago, he dared to cheat in marriage. Five years later, he alienated his son. This woman is cruel and poisonous.

"Take me to see your mommy. I'll give her five years' alimony right away. She can do as much as she wants." Huang Fu Quan Che can only say so, only then say so, his son can take him to see that woman immediately!

"Daddy, you have so much money, you should remember to give more!" The little guy didn't forget to fight for more for Mommy.

"If you want to come back to me, I can give you everything I have." Huangfu quanche reaches out his hand and hugs the little guy, feeling his kinship again.

The little guy blinked. "Just give me the alimony."

He can't be greedy, just give him 18 years old.

Once again, a man's heart was stimulated. His son tried his best to find him, regardless of the danger. As long as the alimony is paid, does the woman have a hard life now?

So how did his son live a miserable life in the past five years? Thinking of this, Huangfu quanche's heart was full of regret. If his son was around him, he would surely get the best education and life.

"Take me to her." Huangfu quanche wanted to seize the woman immediately and question all this.

"Mommy is not far away, working in the art gallery!" Said the little fellow.

He thought that Mommy would not blame him for taking back a daddy!

However, when he was young, he didn't understand the complexity of adults. He brought great trouble to his mother!

At the moment, Ji Qingling, who is working in Xiuchang, doesn't know how much trouble her son has caused her.

Backstage of the show, models, makeup artists and costume designers are all crazy. There are always such and such situations. Ji Qingling has gone through six shows, and she naturally doesn't think of any problems in the last show.

A Rolls Royce silver spirit car with a value of tens of millions drove into the gate of the show in the afternoon sun.

The car body stops, the bodyguard quickly opens the back seat, sees a small figure nimbly climbs out of the car, Ji Xiaochen is carrying the small knapsack, looking back to wait for the man behind him.

A pair of slender legs quickly step down, Huangfu power Che proud body, especially like the emperor out of general, full of air.

His big palm firmly a lead, the little guy to lead, but he is tall, holding the little guy, also need to slightly bend down some body.

The little guy pointed to the direction where the pop music was going, "my mommy is working in it, daddy, let's go!"

The man picked up the little guy, picked him up, and let him sit in his strong arm. When the little guy stayed, compared with mommy's gentle embrace, daddy's everything was so solid and powerful!

The feeling of being held by daddy is very happy.

Huangfu quanche holds the little guy. With his noble and cold noble temperament, he doesn't need tickets, and the security guards dare not stop him.

Only when he is a late rich boy, it is rare to bring his children to watch the show.

Huangfu quanche holding his son into the dark show, at this moment, a show is ending, and another show immediately began.

Little guy doesn't know where Mommy is at the moment. He's looking right and left when he sees some familiar clothes coming out of the model in the pop music.

"Daddy, this is my mommy's work! Is it beautiful? " Little guy close to the man's ear, very proud to say.

Huangfu quanche stares at those catwalk models on the stage. His mind is not here. He just wants to find the woman, his ex-wife.

Even if it's her model show, she must be backstage at the moment. Just wait a moment, and she will show up.

Although Huang Fu Quan Che's patience is not much, he can still wait for this woman. He just doesn't know that after five years' absence, his ex-wife has become a fashion designer.

More than 30 models came out in turn, and one piece after another of fashionable clothes were displayed, which made people feel very busy. At the same time, they enjoyed a visual feast.

The whole show was perfect. At the end of the show, Ji Qingling, dressed in a white dress and surrounded by models, stepped on the stage to thank her.

She is slim and has a good proportion. Her skin is as white as snow, and her whole body exudes a kind of flexible breath, which makes her more attractive.

In the fierce music, in the crowd on the stage that the designer is in amazement, under the dark position of the back seat, a surprise cry, "Mommy..."

The cold eyes of Huangfu's quanche shrink for a moment. Is that eye-catching girl on the stage really his ex-wife five years ago?In his memory, the girl five years ago, however, even her appearance, he did not seriously read.

At this moment, meet again, she is like a bunch of dazzling light, break through his deep heart, straight to the bottom, hit the spray.

Ji Qingling walks steadily on the stage. Finally, she leads her models to walk around the stage again. She is graceful, calm and natural.

Ji Qingling gave thanks at the booth less than 15 minutes ago and finished the show perfectly with her model.

Just on the stage, her expression is still naturally tense. When she gets to the stage, she takes a breath and relaxes. This show is a success.

Ji Qingling's heart fell down. She thought of her son for the first time. At this time, the backstage was very chaotic. Ji Qingling couldn't take off her clothes. She said to Lin Maomao, "you and Gu Yang are responsible for collecting clothes first. I'll go to see Xiao Chen."

"All right! Give it to us, sister lime. "

Ji Qingling changed into a more comfortable pair of high heeled shoes, and pushed the door toward another backstage door.

And now, in her lounge, there was already someone waiting for her.

When Ji Qingling went out, she saw a staff member with several packages of candy in her hand. She immediately asked for one and took it to the rest room.

Ji Qingling looks at the time. It's been two hours. Every time she's busy with her work, when she feels most guilty about losing her son, she goes to the office door and knocks on it.

Then push a door but enter, "small Chen, mama came back." Ji Qingling pushed the door and came in. She just saw the picture on the sofa. The sugar in her hand fell from her hand with a click