Chapter 24 (1/2)

Jiang Mingyuan looked up at his child, trying to reach out and touch him.

He just got the test report today, and even though he was already mentally prepared, when he saw that conclusion, Jiang Mingyuan was still at a loss.

He had children, grew up in places he had never seen, lived healthy and wanton, and did not seem to know or need his father's existence.

Jiang Mingyuan looked at the paintings he got from the kindergarten. There wasn't only him and his mother on it. He didn't have his own position. He forgot his feelings at that time, and returned to God.

After calming down, Jiang Mingyuan also regretted his hasty behavior and felt that he might not have passed.

What did he come to say? Did I tell Cheng Huan that I knew Jiang Xingchen was my son and wanted to take him away, or did I know that this was my child and I was willing to marry you for your child?

Neither option is suitable.

In the past, he has never been involved in the life of the mother and son in the past few years. To the child, he is just a stranger. To the child's mother, he is a sperm provider and a one-night stand. He has no reason to There is no stand to ask this child.

On the other side, Jiang Mingyuan confessed that he could not marry a stranger in order to give the child a complete family. This decision was hasty and irresponsible, and even if he was willing, the other two parties may not necessarily agree.

Jiang Mingyuan thought a lot, countless times wanted to speak to make the driver turn around, and finally he still came. When he came, he hesitated. A new idea emerged after taking a step, and he was overthrown by himself.

This continued until he stood outside the stall and saw the child sitting by the door.

Various foods in the night market are mixed with strong aromas. The floor has no previous color because of oil smoke and sewage. This is a place he would never come to, but his children live very well here.

Jiang Mingyuan couldn't control the pace of his approach. He walked in front of the child and wanted to speak to him, and he held back again.

He is just a stranger and it will scare the child.

”Uncle, you're blocking me.”

He heard the child say, probably because his eyes were open for a long time, and his eyes were sour, so he reached out and rubbed his eyes.

The first time I saw him at such a close range, Jiang Mingyuan felt a lot of tenderness flowing through his heart, mixed with a bit of joy.

”I'm sorry.” He spoke, letting go, and the light spilled over this area again, reflecting a little bit of gray on the star's face, and it looked like Qing Jiang Mingyuan.

The stars finally saw what the uncle looked like, and it looked pretty good.

It looks just as good as his new doll, but worse than his mother. The star thought, lowered his head and traced the moon again, and decided to forgive the uncle once.

Jiang Mingyuan didn't go far. He sat down next to him. He was wearing a smart suit, shiny leather shoes, meticulous hair, and a wristwatch worth six figures. The whole person was out of step with the atmosphere of the night market.

He was sitting not too close to the stars, and looking at the child's side, he rarely felt cramped. He wanted to say something, and after thinking for a long time, he finally started.

”What are you drawing?”

The stars have painted the moon. He is painting the ground. He first draws a square, and then draws four legs below. It looks like a table, but it is a bit deformed.

Jiang Mingyuan believes that if he draws a table in the way he draws, he will definitely not be successful.

”Drawing my mother and me.” Xingxing felt that the uncle next to him looked good, and he was happy to take care of him. After answering the questions, he moved his position aside, and introduced Jiang Mingyuan: ”This is the moon, this is The table, the moon cakes on the table, I made with my mother. ”

”Mom is so good-looking, I haven't drawn it yet, uncle you and so on.” Xing Xing said, and moved his position to a place with bright lights, and continued to complete his masterpiece.

Jiang Mingyuan thought the child was very cute, and he felt a bit lost because of his uncle's title. How could he call his uncle?

In the end, an adult, Jiang Mingyuan did not let that loss of life exist for a long time. He picked up his mood at the fastest speed, took the opportunity to move the position closer to the stars, and watched his painting.

Xingxing has a very serious attitude. He doesn't listen to anything outside the window. When he draws, his small body is straight. Unlike some children, they can't wait to lie on the table.

His mother taught the child very well, Jiang Mingyuan thought to himself, and took another layer of Cheng Huan's senses.

Because of the transaction five years ago, his initial view of the child's mother was not very good. Later, he checked the past of the other party and found that the interpersonal relationship was complicated and there was no fixed job, so the senses were even worse.

He even had a dark suspicion that if the other party did not kill the child, was he born for the benefit of using the child in the future?

Now it seems that it is the heart of his villain. The child's mother obviously cares about him. It can be seen from the scene in the star painting. The previous actions are probably because of the young.

Also, still young, I am only 24 years old this year.

It's okay to be young at all ages, not to mention that now it has stabilized, and small businesses are doing well. Jiang Mingyuan looked around this small booth and thought about it.

The booth is a little bigger than the others. The guests are full and some people are waiting in line. Most people are satisfied when they eat. The craftsman who wants to make things will not be bad.

It was probably infected by the surrounding atmosphere. Jiang Mingyuan was also curious about the barbecue. He called the driver who was waiting outside. The driver was surprised when he heard the request, but he went in line as instructed by the boss.

Hanging up the phone, Jiang Mingyuan continued to watch the children painting next to him. With the outline of the stars, a woman's figure gradually appeared on the drawing paper, but it was different from what the stars said. The people drawn by him looked a little ... strange.

Jiang Mingyuan's eyes overflowed with a little smile, remembering the painting he got from kindergarten, the people above it were boxy, like a matchbox.