Murong Yuqing apologized while picking up food for Gu Ziming, "Ziming, I'm really sorry. Last time I was in the hospital, my mother-in-law probably misunderstood us.

She is old and occasionally acts a little too aggressively, so don't take it to your heart."

After hearing this, Gu Ziming couldn't help frowning and asked, "Has the old lady of the Guo family always treated you like this?"

"No, she treats me very well.

I am busy with work and she does housework alone, so I can't help but have a little temper.

Old kid, just coax it.”

Murong Yuqing said with a wry smile, reaching out to pick up the water cup to drink water, covering up her slightly embarrassed expression.

Gu Ziming's frowning brows had not been relaxed and continued, "Yuqing, you are making money alone to support a whole family. Are you tired?

If you can't hold on, don't hold on.

You are a woman, you should be cared for and pampered in your hands.”

Although Murong Yuqing tried her best to cover up, her eyes were still wet.

When she was Gu Si Shao’s fiancée, she lived a prosperous life and didn’t need to worry about anything.

Although Gu Jingting is very busy with work, he cares about her and respects her very much.

She was embarrassed by Nalan Ying, and he would stand up for her.

He handed over his deputy card and salary card to her, and he never asked how she controlled her.

She was still not satisfied with such a good man at that time.

I often complain that he is too busy with work and spends too little time with him.

She was tired of a plain life like boiled water, so she looked for excitement and passion in Guo Zijian.

This is probably how people are. Only when they lose can they know how to cherish them.

"I'm doing pretty well now, really."

Murong Yuqing said hoarsely, then looked down at the time on her phone, "Taotao's kindergarten is about to get off school, I'm going to pick him up."

"I'll drive you over.

I haven't seen Taotao for a long time. Has he grown taller again?"

Gu Ziming said.

"This..." Murong Yuqing habitually wanted to refuse, but couldn't find a suitable reason.

Gu Ziming asked the waiter to check out, and then the two walked out of the restaurant together.

Gu Ziming drove and took Murong Yuqing to pick up Taotao from school.

Taotao’s kindergarten is a private kindergarten with a very small scale and not many children.

Almost all the residents who sent their children here live nearby, seeking convenience and cheapness.

Gu Ziming's luxury car was very eye-catching when parked in front of the kindergarten. Taotao and the children in the same class walked out of the kindergarten together. The other children looked at Taotao as they walked into the luxury car with envy.

"Taotao, your father's car is so beautiful."

Taotao is almost five years old, and a child of this age has a little vanity.

Taotao accepted the envious gaze of others and did not explain.

Gu Ziming smiled gently and carefully tied up a seat belt for Taotao.

Taotao smiled sweetly, and he sipped "Uncle Ziming".

"Be good Taotao, Uncle Ziming bought you toys, okay?"

"Okay, long live Uncle Ziming!"

Taotao looked cheering and excited.

Gu Ziming reached out and pinched his little face in a doting manner.

In fact, he didn't see Taotao many times, but he liked this child very much.

I always feel a different sense of intimacy.

Gu Ziming drove to the mall and took Taotao to choose gifts.

Taotao held his favorite remote-controlled plane and couldn't let go of it.

Murong Yuqing looked at the four-digit price on the sign and subconsciously sank her face, "Taotao, the remote-controlled plane is played by older children. You can't play at your age. Can you ask your uncle to buy you a kite?

On weekends, mom will take you to the park to fly kites.”

"No, Taotao doesn't like flying kites, Taotao likes flying planes."

Taotao said stubbornly, tilted his neck.

"Taotao, why are you so disobedient!"

Murong Yuqing turned cold and scolded her.

Taotao held his mouth in his arms, hugged the box of the remote control plane tightly, and grinned and started crying.

"Yu Qing is just a toy.

What are you yelling at the kids for?”

Gu Ziming hugged Taotao in his arms, coaxed him patiently, and asked the waiter to check out the bill.

Taotao walked out of the mall with his beloved toy and finally burst into tears and laughed.

But Murong Yuqing kept her face gloomy and was still scolding her children.

"Taotao, how many times have you taught me that a good child should be obedient.

You are so ignorant, my mom will not like you in the future.”

Taotao lowered his head, pouted and said nothing.

Gu Ziming hugged the child and said helplessly, "The child just wants a toy he likes. Yuqing, you are too much trouble."

"Ziming, don't spoil him so much.

It's not a good thing to spoil him.

Buy whatever he likes, and will he pick the moon for him too?"

Taotao seemed to be afraid of his mother. When he saw her mother getting angry, he hid behind Gu Ziming timidly and reached out to hug Gu Ziming's thighs.

"Uncle Ziming."

"Yuqing, forget it."

Gu Ziming sighed, stretched out his hand and rubbed Taotao's head, "Taotao, do you know if you want to listen to your mother in the future?

As long as Taotao is obedient, Uncle Ziming will buy Taotao's favorite toys."

"Well, Taotao is obedient."

Taotao nodded vigorously and walked over to pull Murong Yuqing's hand obediently.

"Mom, don't be angry."

Murong Yuqing sighed lightly, half hugged the child in her arms, and said to Taotao, "Uncle Ziming gave you toys, have you thanked uncle?"

"Thank you, Uncle Ziming."

Taotao said with a smile.

"Ziming, it's a waste of money."

Murong Yuqing looked apologetic.

"Just just a toy, you don't have to be polite to me."

After Gu Ziming finished speaking, he picked Taotao up from the ground, "What's more, I really like Taotao."

"Taotao also likes Uncle Ziming."

Taotao hugged Gu Ziming's neck and said with a flattering look on his face.

Gu Ziming drove and took Murong Yuqing and Taotao home.

The car stopped two streets away from the community.

Murong Yuqing took Taotao out of the car and walked home.

Murong Yuqing held Taotao's hand and walked towards home.

Taotao stubbornly carried the large box with the remote-controlled plane, and it was a bit difficult to walk.

"Mom, why don't Uncle Ziming take us to the door?"

Murong Yuqing pursed her lips and didn't answer.

How dare she ask Gu Ziming to send them home? When Guo’s mother saw him, she was going to get into trouble again.

"Is Taotao tired?
To be continued...