After I went bankrupt, the school beauty became a CEO and wanted to support me?

Song Wanbai touched it lovingly, opened the cover, and saw a line of words written on the title page -

Xiaoshu's growth diary.

A photo of the statement?

Su Qingwan stared at the line of beautiful handwriting, and infinite expectations surged in her heart.

Song Wanbai smiled and said:

“This is our family treasure!”

"Apart from me and his father, even Xiao Shu only found out about it in the past few years."

Stating something you didn’t know before?!

Su Qingwan stared with anticipation in her clear eyes, wishing she could start scrolling on behalf of Song Wanbai.

I know Su Qingwan can’t wait any longer.

Song Wanbai raised his hand and turned a page, and photos of babies who had just been born and even had not had time to put on clothes appeared in front of the two of them.

"Xiao Shu was a heavy baby when he was born and was delivered by caesarean section."

"So it's not like other babies born naturally who have strange shapes."

"But he still takes after his father, he's ugly."

Su Qingwan couldn't help but smile when she heard Song Wanbai say this. She seemed to be able to imagine the disgusted expression on Xiao Chenshu's face when he saw him lying on the hospital bed.

Perhaps he even suspected that this was not his biological son.

The photo albums are turned page by page.

One year old, two years old, three years old...

Su Qingwan watched Chen Shuo gradually grow from a little glutinous rice ball into the familiar appearance she knew. During his rebellious period, Chen Shuo turned into a cool little guy. In every photo taken, he had a frown on his face, and looked straight at the camera with a heavy and impatient look.

In this regard.

Ms. Song Wanbai curled her lips and commented:

"I don't know who he learned this from."

"It's like losing your parents."

Su Qingwan: "..."

6Wow.

When Ms. Song Wanbai gets angry, she even scolds herself.

Look at the photos one by one.

Plus the notes below.

Su Qingwan felt as if she had also participated in Chen Shuo's growth process, watching him grow from a little baby who couldn't even open his eyes and was just learning to speak, to gradually becoming dazzling and brilliant, playing in competitions, and performing at the New Year's Eve party.

Looking at Chen Shuo, who was wearing a black suit and bow tie and standing solemnly in front of the piano, Su Qingwan asked, "Can Chen Shuo also play the piano?"

"He wouldn't know how."

Song Wanbai glanced at it casually and said, "He turned around and took out his suona."

Song Wanbai, who knew that her son was going to perform at the New Year's Eve party to make her proud, wanted to leave on the spot.

It’s not that suona is bad.

But the others were playing classical music such as cello, violin, piano or guzheng, while his own son played a duet with the erhu, which made everyone present cry.

This is New Year’s Day!

Celebrate New Year's Day!

What's going on with the tears streaming down the floor in the audience?

Su Qingwan: “???”

Is this still possible? !

She seemed to have accidentally discovered the other side of the statement!

Just at this time.

Song Wanbai glanced mysteriously into the kitchen, looked at the backs of the father and son working hard, and secretly took out another photo.

"Here!"

“Now it’s the heavyweight.”

"I have been hiding this for a long, long time."

Su Qingwan's curiosity was also aroused by her, and she slowly moved closer.

Song Wanbai slowly unfolded the photo:

“Dangdangdang——!”

on the photo.

A girl wearing a pink puffy skirt, with two ponytails on her head, a red brow, puffed cheeks, and tilted head, staring at the camera cutely.

The appearance is particularly familiar.

Su Qingwan hesitated and asked, "What is this——?"

I never heard Chen Shuo say that he had a younger sister.

Then this is——

"Xiao Shu!"

Song Wanbai covered her mouth and laughed secretly:

"Isn't it really cute?"

"I had several of them, but they were all lost after this brat found them!"

“Now this is the only one left.”

Su Qingwan looked at the photo carefully and asked Song Wanbai softly, "Auntie, can I take a picture of it?"

“No need to shoot.”

Song Wanbai put the photo in the album and handed it all to Su Qingwan, saying softly, "The photos at the back of this album are now yours."