Bai Mohan held her hand tightly again, and continued: "yes, or more directly, it's my mother who owes the Pei family."

"Aunt Bai?" Xiao you is more confused. She had never heard of it.

"When my mother was driven out of Ji's home, she was penniless. Pei Shiheng borrowed a lot of money from her mother, so she could take me abroad, stay till I was born and raise me."

Pei Shiheng, the father of Pei Mengqi, is now the president of Pei's jewelry.

This also can be regarded as the grace of saving lives, but in the white ink cold, it seems particularly insipid.

"Well In this case, it's really a big favor. " Xiao you lowered her eyes. Although it was only a loan, it was particularly important at that time. Without the money, maybe There is no white ink cold today.

With this thing, even if the Pei family asked Bai Mohan to do more things, it was not too much. White Mo Han seemed to see her idea, sighed and said: "you don't have to tangle in this human relationship. Since I founded Aosen group, over the years, I have given Pei countless help and opportunities. If you really count it up, the favor will be paid off long ago. I helped Miss Pei once today, but

wanted to make a liquidation. Pei Shi gave me the chance to survive. Now I give him one. From then on, the two have nothing to do with each other. "

The two have nothing to do with each other

Listen to this word of small leisurely in front of a bright: "do you really think so?"

"What else? Is it someone who knocked over the vinegar jar and thought I was pitying for the jade? " White Mo Han a face teasing smile, point her small nose.

"Hum, who knows?" Xiaoyou's face flushed slightly and mocked. But before she finished, her nose hurt a little. She could not help showing her teeth and said, "what are you doing? It hurts."

"I'll see if you dare to talk nonsense in the future." White ink cold carelessly took back the hand, eyes light shallow fall on her body, mouth said threatening words, but the face is all gentle.

"Well, well, I can't even play a joke. What a cheapskate."

"That's only mean to you."

“……” Xiao you's face is more and more red. Don't look at him.

"All the things that should be explained have been explained. Let's go downstairs and have a look at Mengmeng. I'll have to go back to the company in two days, and I'll spend less time with Mengmeng. " At this point, white ink cold face can not help but flash a look of guilt.

A lot of times, he can't help it.

"Well, let's go." Xiaoyou is in favor of this. She has to go to the company tomorrow. There are still many things to deal with on the cusp of Gong's development. She's been quitting for a year, and there's still a lot to do.

"You're done?"

As soon as they came down the stairs, they left Yafeng and held Mengmeng in their arms. They asked vaguely.

"Busy It's over. " Xiaoyou face a hot, avoid the mother's line of sight. She knew that her mother must have misunderstood something. Even if she explained it, her mother would not believe it.

And the reason for that All blame white ink cold!

Originally, Bai Mohan, who was still smiling and preparing to go to Mengmeng, inexplicably received an angry little look in his eyes. When he turned his eyes, he saw Xiaoyou staring at him with an angry look on his face. He only felt the fog of his head.

"Mengmeng, mom." Xiaoyou didn't pay attention to his blankness, just threw him away, walked over and took Mengmeng from his mother's hand.

Mengmeng opens her big black eyes and looks at Xiaoyou with a "giggle" smile, waving her hands.

"You see, Mengmeng, I know you." Leave ya Feng to stand at one side, full face of gratification. Then he turned his eyes and looked at the white Mohan on one side: "Han, you also go to hug Mengmeng. Don't you have to take Mengmeng alone tomorrow? It's just that we'll learn more. "

All of a sudden, Bai Mohan, who was named, froze.

Since he came back yesterday, he has never held Mengmeng. He has always been away from Yafeng or Xiaoyou. He is watching from the side. It's really hard for him to hold him.

"Yes, Han, Mengmeng must want to be held by her father." Xiaoyou said, carefully protect Mengmeng, put him in the white ink cold arms.

In the bosom suddenly many a warm soft small meat ball, white ink cold hands and feet are stiff. For him, it was more difficult than a big deal.

An old man in his eighties, who is famous in the market, is baffled by a one-year-old child.

"Han, you can relax. If you are so stiff, Mengmeng will feel uncomfortable." Li Yafeng can't help walking forward and correcting the correct posture of holding the child for Bai Mohan.

Xiaoyou sits on the edge of the sofa and looks at the two men in front of her. They are the most important men in her life. They are so close together. In a moment, her heart is full of happiness.

"Mengmeng, I'm Dad Dad... " Bai Mohan is still very nervous, but after Li Yafeng's correction, the posture is much better than at the beginning, at least Mengmeng's expression is not as painful as before."I don't know when Mengmeng will be able to speak. If she can shout, it would be better." Li Yafeng couldn't help sighing.

But I didn't expect that her voice had just come down, a milky voice, not very clear shouting: "eight Eight... "

The three people in the living room were stunned, and six eyes were staring at the little baby who was still waving his hands and smiling eyes.

Bai Mohan was shocked and stared at Meng Meng in his arms. His voice seemed to shake: "Meng Meng, you Are you calling for Dad? Call again, call Dad... "

The three adults held their breath, and then they saw Mengmeng "giggle" and wave his little fat hand, saying: "eight..."

Bai Mohan almost can't believe his ears. He is always a man who can be calm before the collapse of Mount Tai. At this time, his eyes turn red.

This voice of raw milk, even not so standard "Dad", hit the softest place in his heart.

"Cute! Meng Meng really spoke Xiaoyou is also very excited. He bounces up from the sofa. Although he is excited, he lightens his strength when he comes into contact with Mengmeng. Her big eyes were full of expectation: "Mengmeng, I'm mom, you call 'mom Mom "

" cluck... " Mengmeng looks at her, laughing and dancing. "Eight Eight Eight... "

"It's not Dad, it's mom. Come on, mom Mom... " Xiao you is in a hurry to correct it. "Eight eight..." Mengmeng is even more excited, and the "eight eight" is constantly shouting.