ABO sham marriage relationship

Four years later, City B is as bustling and noisy as ever, and life continues without stopping because of anyone's departure.

"President Song, please sign this document." The young male assistant hurried into the CEO's office and handed a stack of documents to the man sitting at the desk.

The famous president of the Song family looked very young and extremely handsome.With an extraordinary background, he has a kind of arrogance and nobility in every gesture, coupled with the decisiveness that has been immersed in the mall all year round, it really makes people a little afraid to approach.

Song Qingchi took the document from the assistant, flipped through it and asked, "Where is Nian Nian?"

The assistant hurriedly said: "Secretary Qin has already gone to pick him up from the school, and he must be here soon."

"Bring him directly to my office later." Song Qingchi signed his name casually and ordered.

"Ok."

After a while, the assistant came in leading a little boy.The child was fair and delicate, with a pair of big eyes flickering, making one's heart soften just by looking at it.

"Father!" As soon as he saw Song Qingchi, the little boy broke free from the assistant's hand and rushed into his father's arms with his short legs.

Song Qingchi hugged him on his lap, a gentle smile appeared on his usually indifferent face.

The assistant looked at the picture of a loving father and a filial son, and said with a wink, "Mr. Song, then I'll be leaving first, and you can call me if you have anything to do."

Song Qingchi nodded, "I have troubled you today, and I would also like to thank Secretary Qin for me."

At this time, the little boy in his arms also said to him solemnly: "Thank you, big brother, for taking me home."

"Niannian, you're welcome." The assistant was a little cautious when he heard the president's thanks, but he relaxed a lot when facing this little boy.He looked at the little boy's white and tender face, and wanted to pinch his itchy hands, but under Mr. Song's eyes, he could only smile at the little boy, and then left quickly, leaving space for the father and son.

When only father and son were left in the office, Song Qingchi pushed aside all the documents on the desktop and began to concentrate on chatting with his son.He first praised his son: "Nian Nian is very polite, in the future, when others help you, you must say thank you."

"I know, Dad."

Over the years, Song Qingchi has been personally teaching and taking care of his son, and does not allow any elders of the Song family to contact Niannian for a long time.Because he didn't want his son to be educated to be a working machine for the Song family.He hopes that Nian Nian can grow up freely and only need to live for himself.He couldn't be as stupid as his father, he didn't even dare to admit that he had someone he liked, made mistakes again and again, and finally lost forever.

Song Qingchi kissed his son on the forehead very naturally, and asked softly, "How was school today?"

Nian Nian frowned her delicate eyebrows, and said like a little adult, "General."

Song Qingchi laughed, pinched his face lightly, and asked casually: "Why, did someone make you angry?"

"No." Niannian shook his head obediently, but then he rolled his eyes and said, "I'm just not in a good mood."

Song Qingchi glanced at him with clear eyes, and said lightly, "I can't eat ice cream today."

"Why?!" Nian Nian blushed suddenly and blurted out to ask.But he quickly realized and quickly changed his words, "No, I didn't want to eat ice cream!"

"Yeah." Song Qingchi patted his head, and explained in a warm voice, "You just ate one yesterday, and it's not good today."

Nian Nian stared at him resentfully, her cheeks puffed up with anger, "Dad, I'm a sensible child, I really don't want to eat ice cream!"

After speaking, without waiting for Song Qingchi's reaction, Niannian tugged on his sleeve anxiously, and said, "I'm really in a bad mood today, please ask me why!"

Song Qingchi rubbed the center of his brows helplessly, and felt that there was a pit waiting for him to jump in front of him, but looking at his son's big moist and expectant eyes, he really couldn't refuse him, so he had to ask, "Why are you in such a mood?" not good?"

Nian Nian looked at him with wide eyes, with a very serious expression and a serious look, but unfortunately his round bun face has no deterrent effect at all, it will only make people want to pinch it.

"Father, Xie Tong's fathers went to pick him up today." Nian Nian said.

"Are you blaming Dad for not picking you up today?" Song Qingchi explained softly, "Dad was in a meeting just now, and I will pick you up in person tomorrow, okay?"

"That's not what I'm talking about." Niannian looked at him with disgust, at that moment, Song Qingchi actually saw the contempt for him in his son's eyes, "Dad, you are so stupid."

Song Qingchi: "..."

"Yes, I'm stupid." Song Qingchi said helplessly, "Just say what you want to say."

When Song Qingchi asked such a question, Niannian felt a little shy.He clutched his little hand, faltered and couldn't speak, and looked up at Song Qingchi from time to time, as if waiting for him to comprehend.

Song Qingchi felt the familiar tiredness again.

He didn't know if other people's children were like this, anyway, ever since Nian Nian was born, he would feel broken from time to time.

"Are you still talking?" Song Qingchi nodded his forehead.

Niannian looked at him straight, and finally said: "I want to ask, why Xie Tong has two fathers, Lu Heng has one father and one mother, but I only have one father?" He blinked, " Where's my other dad? Or, Mom?"

Song Qingchi's body stiffened instantly.The faint smile on his face disappeared little by little, and finally the corners of his mouth tightened.He closed his eyes slightly, his Adam's apple rolled twice, but he didn't speak for a long time.

"Father?" Nian Nian called him strangely.

Song Qingchi's breathing was a bit heavy, and when he spoke again, his voice was hoarse and low, "You... still have a father."

Niannian's eyes lit up in an instant, and she asked several questions: "Really? Who is he? Where is he? Why haven't I seen him?"

Song Qingchi looked at his son deeply, but his eyes were out of focus, as if he was looking at another person through him.It took him a long time to say: "He... has traveled far away, so you haven't seen him."

Nian Nian nodded clearly, and then asked naturally: "Then dad, can you get him back? I want to see him."

"Get him back..." Song Qingchi muttered to himself with a dazed expression.

"Okay, Dad? Get him back, and then you can pick me up from school together, okay?" Nian Nian asked expectantly.

Song Qingchi didn't dare to look directly into his son's clear and expectant eyes, and turned his head in embarrassment.

He suddenly didn't know what to say, he was silent for a while, until Nian Nian urged him dissatisfiedly, then he picked up his son and said, "I'll take you to eat ice cream."

Thus, the four-year-old boy was successfully distracted.

In the evening, after Song Qingchi put Nian Nian to sleep, he went to the study alone.He first locked the door of the study, then opened the safe, took out a thick file bag from it, and opened it carefully.

Inside are countless photos, all of the same person, almost recording his entire life.

Song Qingchi looked at these photos almost devoutly.In the past four years, he has been thinking about the people in the photos all the time. Even though he knows that this kind of behavior is bad, he can't help but pay attention to every detail of Shen Rong's life.

With his own eyes, he watched Shen Rong drop everything and go abroad, watched him travel to Northern Europe and South America, watched him gradually get rid of the shadows of the past, and slowly find himself.

But what about himself?He peeked at Shen Rong's life, greedily wanting to know everything about him.

He has been stuck in the past, and has never forgotten Shen Rong.

Looking at Shen Rong Qingjun's face in the photo, he suddenly remembered what Nian Nian said in the afternoon.Nian Nian wants to meet his other father.Song Qingchi's heart was a little itchy, as if some idea had taken root and was growing uncontrollably.

At this moment, a mobile phone notification sound interrupted his contemplation.

Song Qingchi picked up the phone, it was the private detective he hired to follow Shen Rong.He clicked on the message immediately, but suddenly opened his eyes wide in the next second.Then, his hands trembled unconsciously.

Come on, barely hold the phone.The message is only a few words:

"He's going home."