Mr. Li, my wife doesn’t want to remarry and secretly gives birth to a baby.

Two and a half years later.

[Dijing Group CEO Li Jingchen returned to Nandi City today to participate in the board of directors’ decision-making. It is reported that Mr. Li established a listed company and independent brand in just two years. He is only 29 years old and is the youngest in Nandi City...]

Jiang Tong didn't listen to the rest of the words.

When I saw this news, the red Fuji apple I was biting fell to the ground.

She stared blankly at the handsome, calm and indifferent man on the TV screen. His sharp facial lines and dark eyes were a little more resolute and determined.

When reporters rushed to interview him, he simply said he would not accept the interview and got in the car. As a result, only a majestic back figure is left in the camera lens.

Jiang Tong was in a daze.

More than two and a half years! Got it! After divorcing him, we never saw each other again.

He became more handsome, more elegant, and more dignified in his movements. In a short period of time, he established his own business group. It was not long after it went public, but its annual turnover was already in the tens of billions.

His net worth must be at least tens of billions, right?

"Mom, this uncle on TV is so handsome!"

He had a milky voice, tilted his head, and had a lollipop in his mouth.

Jiang Tong was thinking about Li Jingchen and blurted out two words: "Mr. Li!"

The little guy nodded, his little face looked exactly like Li Jingchen's, and he imitated Jiang Tong, "Mr. Lizi!"

Mr. Lizi...what and what...

Jiang Tong came to his senses, coughed, and quickly turned off the TV and urged the little guy, "Hurry and wash your hands and get ready to eat."

The little guy pursed his lips and said, "Eating rice porridge again..."

Jiang Tong said flatly: "It would be good to eat some."

The little guy pursed his lips again, and his eyes emitted star rays: "Other people's Mom... knows how to make delicious meat..."

Jiang Tong raised his eyebrows, "Then you go find Ma Ma who knows how to cook. Anyway, your mother and I don't know how to cook braised pork."

The little guy pinched his nose and ate the porridge in front of him pitifully.

This milky-white baby, um, Jiang Mingyang, her son, nicknamed Yangyang, is almost two years old.

Not long after the divorce, she discovered that she was pregnant, and the child in her belly was already several months old!

At that time, she was in a state of confusion! They were already divorced at that time! What's more, Li Jingchen has left Nandi!

The only person who stays with her and knows about the child is her best friend: Xu Miaomiao.

She finally decided to give birth to the child, who settled in her household registration.

The child is just like his father. He has a strong mysophobia and eats a light diet. He doesn't like to eat snail noodles or stinky tofu.

Every time she eats snail noodles, Jiang Mingyang pinches his nose to express his disgust and resistance.

Jiang Tong picked up the bowl in front of him and took a satisfied sip of the snail noodle soup. Then he put the snail noodle towards Jiang Mingyang and said, "Just take a bite and try it. It's delicious."

"I don't want it! I don't want to eat shit!" Jiang Mingyang pinched his nose tighter.

Jiang Tong was speechless, "Just like your dad."

Jiang Mingyang muttered, "Who is my father?"

Jiang Tong took out a tissue and wiped his mouth, as calm as ever: "Didn't I tell you, your dad is old and ugly, I don't want him anymore."

Jiang Mingyang said: "Then you should quickly find me a new father! I want a father who can cook meat and be as handsome as the uncle on TV!"

Ahem, Jiang Tong was choked...

Li Jingchen, he can indeed cook, and his cooking is particularly delicious.

Just as he was thinking about it, his cell phone rang. Jiang Tong looked at the caller ID and answered it.

"Why didn't you reply to me when I sent you a message? Didn't you see the birthday invitation Song Qingyi gave you?"

It was Xu Miaomiao calling.

Song Qingyi is Jiang Tong's college classmate and has a good relationship. He has a birthday the day after tomorrow and invites Jiang Tong and Xu Miaomiao over.

Jiang Tong was silent for a while and then said, "I won't go."

It was at Song Qingyi's barbecue party that she met Li Jingchen for the first time.

It can be said that Song Qingyi was the one who pulled the strings for her to marry Li Jingchen.

Now that Song Qingyi is celebrating her birthday, she is not sure whether Li Jingchen will go. The two have been divorced for more than two years and are no different from strangers.

"Just go. Song Qingyi has called several times and asked you to go. You didn't go last year. We have been friends for so many years. He is angry."

Jiang Tong frowned, "Forget it! I'll just give him a gift."

"Mummy, Mummy"

Jiang Mingyang pulled Jiang Tong's sleeve and pointed to the name of the birthday invitation on the table, the third word of Song Qingyi...

"Little rabbit rides a scooter, what do you pronounce this word?"

"Read: Yi."

Jiang Mingyang is very smart, and he can speak and read faster than his peers. Jiang Tong feels that his son has followed her, and his language skills are beyond ordinary people.

Xu Miaomiao heard Jiang Mingyang's voice and smiled.

"Yangyang, I'll take care of it for you! You don't have to worry about Li Jingchen. He is now a big president, the CEO of a multinational group, and has everything to deal with. Even if Song Qingyi wants to go to Li Jingchen, he will definitely not go."

Saying that, before Jiang Tong could answer, Xu Miaomiao said to herself: "That's it, I'll come to pick up Yangyang later."

Jiang Tong was helpless.

To go out, she had to buy new clothes. She didn't know this at first, but only after becoming a mother did she realize how expensive food, salt, and rice were. She hadn't added clothes to her wardrobe for a long time.

All the cars in the garage were sold, leaving only a Porsche Cayenne.

In the evening - Jiang Tong packed up and went there alone.

At the entrance of the five-star hotel, Jiang Tong parked her car and saw Song Qingyi's car.

Under the guidance of the waiter, she came to a box called: Rose Hall and opened the door.

"Hey, who is this! It's so rare that you can come to celebrate my birthday today!"

The man walking over had a smile on his face, which immediately broke Jiang Tong's doubts.

Faced with Song Qingyi's teasing, Jiang Tong smiled and briefly hugged him, "I'm late, there's a traffic jam on the road."

I bought a gift for Song Qingyi and handed it to him along with Xu Miaomiao's share.

While looking around, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Li Jingchen is not here!

Song Qingyi asked Jiang Tong to take a seat!

They were all familiar classmates, in addition to several of Song Qingyi's childhood friends and friends, whom Jiang Tong didn't recognize.

"Old Song, who is this beauty?" Several men looked at Jiang Tong.

"The department flower of our Nandi University! Don't look at it, the famous flower has an owner."

Jiang Tong choked, whose master does she have?

Song Qingyi looked at his watch, "There is still one person left, why hasn't he come yet? He probably won't come." Jiang Tong was about to ask who is still coming?

"There's a traffic jam on the road. I'm late."

Doorway.

A deep magnetic voice just sounded.