Mother?
Oh, mother.
There was a brief confusion in Nan Zelin's eyes, and he kept repeating these two words in his heart, but he could not feel the warmth of mother's love.
He had thought countless times about his mother, what the person who gave birth to him would be like, what it would be like if she was there.
Now that she suddenly appeared, he didn't feel excited, there was only peace in his heart, and the fantasy of happiness in his mind was completely shattered.
Nan Zelin said indifferently, "Oh? Mrs. He, what evidence do you have to prove that you are my mother?"
Seeing his indifferent attitude, the disgust in Song Qingling's eyes disappeared in a flash and returned to nothingness.
This child is nothing like her, completely inheriting the characteristics of Nan Jinchuan, indifferent and indifferent, as if nothing can make him care.
She had just graduated from university and had an unintentional one-night affair with Nan Jinchuan at a cocktail party when she was part-time.
She already had a lover in her heart, and she ran away as soon as she woke up. It didn't take long for her to find out that she was pregnant.
With disgust and disgust, she gave birth to this child, and she sent it to the Nan family. After that, she left the sea market and came to the imperial capital to reunite with the beloved senior, He Zhou, and married and gave birth to Ye'er.
If it wasn't for Ye'er's health problems this time, she would never have wanted to see this child.
This is the shame of her life!
Song Qingling suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, "Child, it's okay if you don't believe me, we can do a paternity test."
Nan Zelin has been educated by elites since he was a child, and has seen all kinds of bull gods and ghosts by Nan Jinchuan's side, and he has already developed a pair of fiery eyes.
The fleeting disgust in Mrs. He's eyes did not escape his eyes.
"Do."
He calmly pulled out a hair and handed it to the bodyguard next to him, calmly as if he was not facing his biological mother but an irrelevant stranger.
The bodyguard took the hair and carefully handed it to Song Qingling.
She got her hair, and her eyes flashed with uncontrollable joy. Children, such creatures, really have a natural yearning and thirst for maternal love.
"Cousin, let's go."
Nan Zelin felt dull and pressed the brim of his hat on top of his head.
He Zhou's attitude also changed rapidly, as fast as he was flipping a book.
He had a kind expression on his face, "Child, why don't you leave without a meal. Ling actually misses you very much these years. She loves you. You must know that there is no mother who doesn't love her child."
Seeing He Zhou's hypocritical appearance, with a fake smile that couldn't be more fake, Nan Zelin couldn't look straight, and felt physically nauseated.
"No, it's disgusting."
He refused, clearly aware that President He's face was distorted and ugly because of these words.
Yan Zhixu did not interfere in his decision.
She reached out and held his little hand, rubbing his tender skin, using the residual heat of her palm to dissipate the coldness on the back of his hand.
Sharp eyes looked at the He's couple.
"Two, I'm not very good-tempered, and I don't want to see a little tail following."
After speaking, ignoring the unbearable expression of the couple, Yan Zhixu squatted down and hugged him out of the huge He family mansion.
Nan Zelin stretched out his arms around her neck, snuggled in her arms without resisting, showing her the most innocent and vulnerable side.
"..."
Seeing that he ignored his mother, and was very close to his cousin, Song Qingling was gasping for breath.
Grinning his teeth and scolding, "What a little bitch."
He Zhou helplessly and dotingly embraced her, and patted her on the back lightly.
"Don't be angry, you go to the hospital to see how Ye'er is doing. By the way, let the doctor quickly make a paternity test. I'll go to the company to handle things."
When it was mentioned that her son Song Qingling's anger had eased, and she kept saying prayers for her son's recovery, she was really full of a mother's heart.