The amnesiac wife of the blackened boss is sweet

Su Yichen took a taxi all the way home, Yuan Qing'er opened the door, seeing him in a hurry, "What's wrong? In a hurry?"

Seeing his father, Su Xiaobao put down his toys and walked over obediently. Su Yichen hugged the child into his arms and hugged him tightly. After a long time, his heart finally settled down.

"It's nothing, I just miss Xiaobao..." Su Yichen forced a smile.

Su Yichen made the dinner. Yuan Qing'er liked his craftsmanship the most, and often stayed over to eat.

It stands to reason that Su Yichen is a single father, no matter how good the relationship between the two is, but she is a girl, so she should avoid it, so as not to be gossiped about.But Yuan Qing'er herself didn't care, and Su Yichen couldn't say anything.

After dinner, Su Xiaobao lay down on the coffee table to do his homework.

Su Yichen winked at Yuan Qing'er, and the two walked to the balcony.

This house was rented by Su Yichen at a price of one thousand and two.The space is not too big, there are some sundries piled up on the balcony, and there are two rows of clothes to dry, making it a bit crowded.

"Little Treasure, is it really my son?" Su Yichen asked with some uncertainty, he had seen his ID, 23, did he really have such a big son?

Xiaobao should be four or five years old, right?Didn't he give birth to a son when he was eighteen or nineteen? Didn't he go to school?Where is the mother of the child?

Yuan Qing'er couldn't answer these questions either. She had known Su Yichen for nearly a year, and Su Yichen had said all these things himself.

Yuan Qing'er asked suspiciously: "Do you suspect that Xiaobao is not your son? But I think you look alike."

That's right, Su Yichen has a baby face, his facial features are not too brilliant, he is delicate and clean, but his eyes are particularly beautiful, not like the pure black brown eyes of Chinese people, but a kind of pale green , adding a touch of surprise to the already attractive facial features, and Xiaobao just inherited his brilliant eyes.

Yuan Qing'er had doubted whether Su Yichen had foreign blood before, but he himself said no.

Su Yichen was a little puzzled, it wasn't that he wanted to doubt, but he was really surprised to see a man who looked exactly like Xiaobao today. Are there really two people who look so similar in the world?

Or what is the relationship between Xiaobao's mother and that man?Xiaobao actually belonged to that man, and he was just a receiver?

Su Yichen thought about many possibilities, until there was movement behind the door, the two of them turned their heads and saw Su Xiaobao standing behind the glass door, and they didn't know how much they heard.

Seeing the two adults looking at him, Su Xiaobao turned and ran away.

"Little Treasure!" Su Yichen chased him out.

In the bedroom, Su Xiaobao pouted his buttocks, put his hands under his eyes and fell into the pillow, crying.

Su Yichen turned over with the person in his arms, the child was already crying with tears all over his face, struggling not to be hugged by Su Yichen.

"You say I'm not your son anymore, I don't want you to hug me!"

Su Yichen was very sad, he hugged the person and didn't let go, he felt a little regretful, ever since he lost his memory, the baby has always been very obedient and never caused trouble for him.

I remember that when I first came out of the hospital, the baby was waiting on the bench alone without crying or fussing. The doctor said that he didn't come out, and the baby had been waiting there for him.

The child is so dependent on him, how can he say such a thing.

Su Yichen was very annoyed, he hugged him and sat on the bed to coax him, and kissed his red eyes from crying, "It's dad's fault, dad shouldn't say that, baby forgive dad."

Anyone in their early twenties will panic when they suddenly find out that they have a son.What's more, Su Yichen's memory is blank, he has no relatives and no home, and he has to go to work as if nothing happened to earn money to support his family.He was actually very scared, but he didn't dare to show it in front of the children.

"Stop crying, baby." Su Yichen gently coaxed his son against his head.

Su Xiaobao was also next to Su Yichen, feeling his father's sadness, touched his tear-stained eyes with his little hand, and said softly, "Dad doesn't cry either."