C30 (2/2)

”Huh?” Jing Xiaoxiao blinked her eyes. What kind of muddle-headed person was his previous assistant?

Xiao Yan, I really need an assistant who can let me eat without worry and focus on my work, and not an assistant who can check inside and outside while eating sandwiches from time to time.

Her long eyelashes covered his complicated expression, this was really a last resort to kidnap her. He needed to frequently get close to her in order to know if she had a good or bad influence on him, and whether or not it was possible for him to master the time and method to turn himself into a wild beast.

Xiao Meng Han had already given up on completely expelling the poison from her blood. She had already dialyzed countless times when she was overseas alone. She changed her blood, injected medicine, and fed the pills. She didn't want to waste her days like that.

He also knew that in the Xiao family's old mansion, his grandfather and parents had not given up on treating him and were trying their hardest just because they wanted him to live a normal man's life and marry and have children.

If she was forced into a corner, Xiao Meng Han would think of using a plan that she didn't like the opposite sex to stop them from wanting a grandson.

At this moment, the morning teahouse was very quiet. Some of the office workers who had finished their breakfast had left, leaving only the two idle people sitting around and chatting.

Xiao Meng Han booked up the seats on the second floor's balcony. At this moment, he and Mo Xiaoxiao were enjoying the warm morning sunlight. His silence made Mo Xiaoxiao not know what to say.

”Madam, I'm sorry. This place has been reserved by someone.”

”That's my son. Can't I go to the place he reserved?” Yang Ziying was dressed in a casual suit, and the hand holding the leather bag was a bit tense. Her gaze only swept past the waiter, and she seemed to exude a sense of majesty.

”This, sorry, please.”

The waiter of the morning teahouse pushed open the glass door of the balcony.

”Cold.” Yang Ziying's eyes moistened the moment she saw him sitting there sipping her coffee. When was the last time she saw him, a year ago or two years ago?

”Mom?” Xiao Meng Han looked at Yang Ziying who suddenly appeared and stood up. When her sight swept across the few strands of white hair that appeared on her temples, her vision tightened. After a year had passed, she had already begun to grow white hair.

”Hmph, you still know that I'm your mom?” Yang Ziying stared at his son, and quickly suppressed the surging waves in her heart. She then turned her sight to the person who stood up.

Up and down, left and right, even Mo Xiaoxiao's face was full of spots. Yang Ziying did not miss any of them. She stared at them for a good three minutes before nodding her head in satisfaction.

Xiao Menghan coughed and cried out several times for his mother before Yangying came to her senses.

”Mom, did you invite Aunt Hong and the others for morning tea?”

Hmph, and knowing that she's always been close to Qiu Hong, it looks like she's not completely ignoring them, you old geezers! Yang Ziying's heart was finally at ease.

Yang Ziying directly walked over and sat in the seat between Mo Xiaoxiao and Xiao Menghan. Smiling, she said, ”Sit, don't be nervous, I just happened to be out for a walk today. It's a pity that our family's Han was not born during the War of Resistance. He is a top expert in secrecy, since when did he have such a beautiful girlfriend yet he didn't bring her home for us to see? Do you think we would be able to eat such a beautiful girl?