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That's right. This little boy is called Cheng Chen. But his name was Su Chen Cheng. Now he's called Zhao Chen Chen Chen.

Su Zhizheng picked him up three years ago in the park, when he was just beginning to know how to talk and didn't understand anything. That day when Su Wangzheng went to the park for her morning practice, she saw a chubby one-year-old child sitting on a bench, holding an orange in his hand. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it was a hug. If Cheng was compared with this guy's head, it would be even better.

Su Zhizheng was curious as they were at the edge of the park. If she hadn't gotten up early today and decided to run a little longer, she wouldn't have come here. But how could there be a child here?

Thus, Su You's guzheng went over and asked him what he was doing. After asking, Su You's guzheng regretted it. Such a young child, could he understand what she was asking? Although he had a childish voice, his words were still coherent. He was waiting for his mother, and Su Zhizheng found that this child was very smart and very cute, so she teased him for a while. After all, this place was deserted, and it wouldn't be good if she met a bad person.

However, it was very strange. After waiting for over an hour, the sun had already risen. Su Wangzheng did not see anyone coming this way either. This also confirmed Su Wangzheng's previous thought. Could this be an abandoned baby? Helpless, she accompanied the child and waited for her mother, but even when the sky turned dark, no one came to find her child.

It looked like she had guessed correctly.

Thus, Su Wangzheng could only bring the child home.

Although this child could speak, when Su Wangzheng asked this child about his parents and family, the child could only shake his head, not even knowing what to call him.

Su Zhizheng had also gone to the police station to ask about it, but none of her parents had reported the loss of their child.

Su Wangzheng thought that since she had to meet this child, perhaps it really was fate. She decided to take him in and ask him to call her mother. However, this little brat rarely called her mother. Instead, he called her by her name. He said that it was more intimate this way.

And because when she met him, he was holding an orange in his arms, so she called him Cheng.

"Oh my god, the organization sent you, an old partner, to be my husband. Why are they sending their sons out too?" Su Wangzheng's eyes widened. She had already felt it strange when Cheng Chen had called Zhao Musheng her father. It was obvious that Cheng only recognized her as a relative.

"You have to get used to this zither music. It's a blessing to have a son like me. " Zhao Chen saw Su Wangzheng's dejected look and comforted her with a pat on her shoulder.

"It's also a blessing to have a husband like me." By his side, Zhao Musheng nodded his head in agreement.

"Then I really am blessed." Su Wangzheng looked at the father and son pair who had reached an agreement so quickly, and said in a defeated manner.

"Hey, Cheng, it seems like Su Wangzheng doesn't like us." Zhao Musheng looked pitifully at Zhao Chen.

"Well, yes." Zhao Chen nodded seriously, then said, "Then let's go to my room to eat cheese. You're not going to cook tonight."

"That's a good idea." As he spoke, he followed Zhao Chen to the bedroom at the side.

"Ah?" Not cook? "Then what should I do?" Su Wangzheng seemed to have finally reacted as she exclaimed in shock. No one was perfect, although Su Wangzheng was good at many things, such as singing, show shows, dressing, shooting, fighting, and capturing criminals. However, she didn't know how to cook. Every time, either they set the kitchen on fire, or they played with the fire. Therefore, Zhao Musheng didn't need her to do anything.

As a result, Su Wangzheng was too used to being unable to cook anything.

Sigh, it doesn't seem like a good idea to get used to it.

But what am I going to do tonight? Su Wangzheng ran towards her bedroom with her head down. "Zhao Musheng, Cheng, I was wrong …"