Marital shenanigans: ex-wife, don't come back

"Don't worry, can I miss your gift?" Alan patted Xiaole's palm, took out a small black velvet brocade box from his pocket, held it high above his head, jumped out of the chair and ran to the door.

"Xiao Le, catch me and give you a present!"

Xiaole giggled, and his little body slid down from the chair and chased Alan in the direction, "I'll catch my brother!"

The two children chased each other in the long corridor. The neutral corridor was full of children's laughter. Alan was three months older than Xiaole, but Xiaole's body was poor, so he couldn't catch him. A pair of dark eyes turned, with a bit of cunning light in his eyes.

Allen ran away for a few steps, but when he looked back, he couldn't find Xiaole. He frowned slightly, turned and walked along the original road. He was a little anxious and kept calling Xiaole's name.

Suddenly, a pair of small arms tightly hugged his waist from behind. Xiaole cushioned his toes, looked up and smiled. A shallow pear vortex appeared on his lips, "brother, I've caught you!"

"Smelly boy, you cheated!" although it was a reproach, his tone was spoiled.

At this time, Rong Zhan came in and saw the interaction between the two children. Xiao Le is really smart. He is really like his father, Fu Beichen, a man like a fox.

Unfortunately, but also too conceited, so I lost my children and everything now.

"Daddy, you're coming!" at this time, Alan saw Rong Zhan and whispered.

"Uncle Rong!" Xiao Le stood aside and looked at Rong Zhan, calling softly, but his dark eyes crossed a touch of gloom.

Rong Zhan looked at Xiaole, smiled, reached out and held Xiaole up. He reached out and touched the top of his hair, "Xiaole, happy birthday!"

"Daddy, you go back with Xiaole first, I'll go to the bathroom, and this is my gift to Xiaole!" Alan said and stuffed the box into Xiaole. Xiaole's fat hand opened the box.

In the box was a pen, which was engraved with characters, and a music character was written in traditional Chinese.

Xiaole saw such a pen and said to Alan, "thank you, brother!"

"No thanks, I said you were my brother and I should protect you!" Alan smiled and looked like a brother, although he was only three months older than Xiaole.

"My son is really good and can bear it!" Rong Zhan smiled.

"Yes, you don't look. Whose son am I?" said Alan, who was also very proud. After that, he ran away and disappeared.

"Xiaole, can you write?" Rong Zhan held Xiaole and asked softly.

"It's not good, but my mother will teach me patiently!"

"Really? Xiaole is great. She can already write!" Jing Shaoqing smiled gently and walked to the private room with Xiaole in her arms.

At the end of the long corridor paved with soft carpets, several men and women came face to face, all familiar faces, and Fu Beichen was frowned and hugged in the middle.

"President Rong!" Fu Beichen took the lead in opening his mouth, nodded politely and smiled. When Feng Mou looked at the child in his arms, her eyes became darker and darker.

"Mr. Fu, I haven't seen you for many years. I'm all right!" Rong Zhan smiled and shivered casually, but he looked at his eyes with indifference.