"Dean, Dean."

The little boy, three or four years old, rushed towards the young woman quickly and hugged her thigh happily.

The woman with a kind face put down the broom in her hand, squatted down and touched the little boy's head, and said with a smile: "Be good, what's wrong?"

"Dean, what are mom and dad?" the boy with his little head tilted, asked seriously.

"Well..." A hint of pity appeared in the woman's eyes, and she stroked the palms on his head, which seemed to be gentler. "Mom and Dad, you will protect Guaiguai and let Guai grow up carefree."

"Isn't that the dean the same?" The little boy's eyes lit up and he said excitedly: "Is the dean my mother too?"

"Well, that's right. The dean is a good mother!" the woman responded gently.

"Okay, I have a mother too!" The little boy jumped happily, hugging the woman's arms and laughed endlessly, and the smile on the woman's face also seemed a little gentler.

...

Zhao Yongqi, who woke up from his dream, seemed a little confused, but soon he was recalled to reality by the sound of the engine.

"Xiao Qi, if you feel tired, sleep for a while. It's still half an hour before you go to the hotel." Zi Ye saw Zhao Yongqi beside him, opening his eyes and whispering gently.

He shook his head slightly, threw out the chaotic trace in his mind, turned his head and looked at his arm, with a trace of crystal clearness on the corner of his mouth, and Li Ji-eun, who still giggled from time to time in his sleep, raised his hand to pull the clothes that covered her body.

Zhao Yongqi, who turned around, said softly with a smile on his face: "No need, I just leaned on it for a while, and now I am much better."

Seeing Zhao Yongqi insisting, Zi Ye stopped saying anything, nodded slightly and said, "Then drink some water." As he said that, he handed the mineral water at hand to his hands.

Zhao Yongqi, who took the water bottle, did not open it. Instead, he smiled and said softly to Zi Ye: "Sister Ye Zi, thank you so much for the past two years..."

After staring at Zhao Yongqi's eyes for a long time, Zi Ye's mouth was raised, and he wrapped his hands around and said, "What? **oss is the opening remark of preparing to fire me?" "Haha, I can't fry Sister Ye myself," Zhao Yongqi smiled and opened the mineral water bottle, put it in his mouth and said, "I just suddenly feel that there are many people I should thank now, and Sister Ye is ranked first."

Looking at the man who raised his head and poured the clear mineral water into his mouth, the original worries on Ziye's face disappeared a lot. It was nothing more, just because the man who was familiar with and always had a confident smile seemed to be back at this moment.

In the next hour, Zhao Yongqi took Li Ji-en to the hotel first. After watching her bring her agent, assistant and others into the hotel, she drove directly to Zi Ye's residence.

At the entrance of a high-end community, Zhao Yongqi sat quietly in the car, looking at the media reporters who were stopped at the entrance of the community, surrounded a middle-aged couple who seemed a little at a loss, crowded and surrounded, and asked loudly what they were asking.

"Xiao Qi, is this really good?" Zi Ye withdrew his gaze with some concern and fell on the man beside him.

"Don't they want to meet the media? Let them meet, so I'll save you from adding illegal detention or something to you." Zhao Yongqi sneered at the corner of his mouth.

More than ten minutes ago, at Zhao Yongqi's insistence, Zi Ye arranged for his colleagues in the studio to take the couple out of their residence. It was precisely because of this that the current situation was found.

As if he had seen enough of this farce, Zhao Yongqi finally took his eyes off the SLR glass, looked at Zi Ye and said, "Sister Ye Zi, it's your turn to do it. Let's do it. Director Qian is right, he always has to face it."

Zi Ye nodded slightly, looked at Zhao Yongqi, walked down from the car door near the community, calmed down, and raised his head, like a proud swan, walking towards the chaotic crowd.

After thinking about it, Zhao Yongqi took the sunglasses from Park Soo-ji, who looked worried, walked out of the business car from the other side, stood sideways in the corner where the business car was not easily seen by the group of people in front, and looked at the couple in the crowd with a cold face.

He looks like he is in his fifties. The man is wearing a beige jacket. Judging from the color alone, he has been wearing it for at least two or three years. He has a medium body shape and is not fat or thin, but his face does not match his age. He may think he is an old man in his fifties and sixties when he looks at it quickly. Judging from the outline of his face, he does look a little similar to Zhao Yongqi, but his face is full of fear at this moment.

The woman around the man looks younger. She is wearing a lake blue over-knee windbreaker, which can be seen at a glance. It is not a valuable piece of clothing. The short hair of middle-aged women that ordinary people often see is slightly fat. Judging from their appearance alone, I think she was also a first-class beauty when she was young. However, now she is held in her arms by the men around her, facing the reporters' long spears and short cannons, and her eyes are aimlessly swept back and forth.

"Are you two Mr. Zhao Yongqi's parents?"

"It is said that Mr. Zhao Yongqi refused to meet you. Can you tell me in detail?"

"I heard that you have traveled thousands of miles to recognize your relatives, but you cannot meet your son and are under house arrest. Is it true?"

The reporters' questions were ridiculous, but Zhao Yongqi, who listened from afar, always looked coldly as if he had known this before.

Suddenly, the woman who was guarded by her husband in her arms shouted loudly as if she couldn't control herself: "We...we...we are not Zhao Yongqi's parents!"

Hearing this answer, the reporter was stunned. Zi Ye, who had just walked halfway and had not yet attracted the attention of the reporter, was stunned. Zhao Yongqi... was also stunned...

"Yes, we are just distant relatives, not his parents." The man nodded heavily as if he understood his wife's thoughts.

The reporters holding the long spear and short cannon were obviously looking for "big news" to look at each other. Many people put down the recording machine in disappointment and shook their heads speechlessly.

"Mr. Zhao Yongqi is an orphan, how could you be his distant relative?" The unwilling tabloid reporter still asked.

"Yongqi... Mr. Zhao became famous, so we wanted to try to get to know whether we could get to know relatives. We are not his parents, no." The woman said with a firm look on her face, causing the reporter who asked the question to open his mouth, but didn't know how to ask.

Looking at the couple from afar, Zhao Yongqi clenched his fists. At this moment, he thought of the words the dean said to him in his childhood:

"Mom and Dad will protect Guaiguai and let Guai grow up carefree..."



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