The woman was obviously very guilty. In addition, she pressed the baby's head and pressed her thighs, as if she didn't want the people around her to notice the baby.

"If these two are associated together, can it be explained that... the baby has something to do with me?" As soon as Su Shu said this, he was shocked!

Could it be that I really responded to Fang Xueyan’s previous question, and that little boy is really his son?

"Yes, I can confirm from the baby. If the child is really mine, then it proves that she must be the woman that night; if the child is not mine... then it doesn't matter whether she is that woman or not."

Su Shu scratched his head and felt very depressed.

Area XX.

In the suburbs of S City, a small villa with red decorations is not vulgar, but it looks very unique.

In the exquisitely decorated living room, the woman lies with her legs raised, listening to music and eating snacks.

She just finished her manuscript last week, and she can rest for a month next time and is enjoying the happy days of being served.

"Baby, have you finished scanning the floor?" She glanced around and saw no one, so she might be able to go out to play again. "Crossom pot, come out for me!!!"

When she finished yelling, she saw that the back door of the small yard was pushed open, and the little boy walked in with a Chow Chow.

"Before you finished sweeping the floor, you ran to play with Zhaocaibao. Do you still want to mess with you?" The woman put the snacks, pulled out the earplugs, walked over and pulled the Chow Chow away, and threw the broom to the boy, "Quickly

I ordered the sweeping floor, and after cleaning and cooking, I was hungry.”

The little boy curled his pink and tender lips, made a face at her, and held the "special children's broom" in both hands to start sweeping the floor.

This child's broom was made by his mother.

"Mommy, why don't I have a dad? That uncle asked me, what about my parents? But, I only have mommy. Why do other people's children have dads? I don't have one?" Zuobao asked while sweeping the floor.

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The woman felt a little funny when she listened to his silly voice; for an illegitimate child, she, as a mother, was most afraid of facing this problem.

Actually...

She didn't know who his dad was either!

However, after today...

She still doesn't know who he is!

Very sorry, son.

"Baby, you are special, more special than any child."

"Is it special without daddy? Then I don't want special, I want daddy." Jubao glared at her.

The woman sat up, looked at him, scratched her head, thought for a while, and said, "Okay, then I'll tell you, in fact, you were not born to me, so I don't know who your dad is."

Hearing this, the treasure pot was so amazing that it swept the floor and threw it aside, pounced on her, squatted on the ground, hugged her feet, "Woooo... I'll just say, which mother would make her four years old.

My son swept the floor, cooked and massaged his back? It turns out that I am really not your biological child!"

While crying, she wiped her sad tears.

The woman raised her head...a sighed!

"Mommy, I'm not your biological child, so where did I get the call?" the cute boy raised his head and asked pitifully.

The woman leaned down and reached out to pat his little head. Her face was a little heavy, and she said seriously: "Baby, I will tell you the truth. A few years ago, when I went to buy a mobile phone, the store was doing it.
Chapter completed!