In the presidential palace.

Song Rongshi had just hugged Yueyue from the nanny's hands, and the little one started crying after a while.

He became irritable. When he came in the morning, he cried as soon as he hugged Yueyue. He kept nagging Yueyue that he was her father, but Yueyue couldn't understand at all.

To her, Song Rongshi's breath was already unfamiliar, and she didn't like strangers hugging her. Although Song Rongshi had been playing with her after waking up in the afternoon and became a little familiar with her, Yueyue still didn't want him to hug her.

"Yueyue, I am your father, can't you recognize it?" Song Rongshi was heartbroken. "When you were just born, you liked me to hold you. I coax you to sleep every night."

Yueyue didn't care, she was just crying with her mouth shut, looking at the nanny next to her with her big watery eyes.

The nanny sighed when she saw it.

Lin Wei's heart twitched when the child cried, and she couldn't help but sarcastically said: "Children are forgetful, especially those who are a few months old. If you don't show up for a week, she won't remember you, let alone

You haven’t spoken to your child for more than a month."

Song Nian kept a cold face and said nothing. Anyway, he felt that Song Rongshi deserved it and had to suffer for himself.

Song Rongshi blushed at the sarcasm, "I didn't mean it. The company has a lot of things going on these days, and Le Xia..."

"Yes, you are busy with the company, busy taking care of Ning Lexia, busy preparing for her wedding, but you don't have any time to spend with your daughter." Song Nian rebuked coldly and angrily, "Even though Yue Yue is young, but

She can also tell who cares more about her, and the flesh she sheds on her body, in the end, is nothing compared to anything else in your heart."

Song Rongshi struggled to open her mouth, but when she saw her poor little daughter crying in her arms, a deep guilt surged into her heart.

"Hey, why is our Yueyue crying so hard?"

Suddenly, Song Qingrui's joking voice came from the door.

Song Rong looked up unhappily and saw Song Qingrui and Lin Fanyue walking in side by side. Lin Fanyue was wearing a mask on his face, a scarf around his neck, and holding a cup of hot drink in his hand. The two were about the same age, one was Zhilan.

Yushu, a beautiful person, does not look like a brother and sister at all, but more like a man and woman with an ambiguous relationship.

Yes, it is full of ambiguity.

That's how it was in Song Rongshi's eyes.

The flames of jealousy burst out of his chest.

Lin Fanyue had no intention of looking at him. She was entirely focused on Yue Yue who was crying. She was very anxious, but she didn't dare to hug Yue Yue because she had a cold.

"Yueyue, my good baby, why are you crying?" Song Qingrui quickly reached out to hug her in distress.

Song Rongshi held her daughter and escaped.

But when Yueyue saw Song Qingrui, she kept stretching out her little hands to ask him to hug her. When she didn't get hugged, she cried even more sadly.

Song Rong felt a trace of depression and anger in his heart.

Why, Yueyue is his biological child, but now he would rather let Song Qingrui hold her than let him hold her.

"Brother Rongshi, are you finished? Didn't you see Yueyue crying? Children can't cry for too long, it will hurt their throats." Song Qingrui's face sank, but he just stretched out his arms, "Give her to me.

, I don’t want to grab it, lest I hurt her.”

"She is my daughter, I can coax her well by myself." Song Rongshi snorted coldly.

Lin Fanyue got angry when she saw his self-righteous face, but she didn't get angry. Mr. Song Nian was angry, "If you could coax her well, Yueyue wouldn't be crying now. If you really care about her so much,

, you will not stay at home with your wife and children during marriage, but go hang out with wild women outside. If your children cry, you don’t feel bad, we feel bad.”

Song Rongshi's face turned pale.

Song Qingrui took the opportunity to take Yueyue from his arms.


Chapter completed!