Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

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"Am I very unlikeable, so Dad doesn't want me?" Little Zheng suddenly said.

"No, it's because your dad is someone else." Ye Shengge sighed. "Your mom made a mistake."

He thought for a bit and said, "That must be it. Dad wouldn't dislike me."

"That's right." Ye Shengge smiled. "You're so cute that I would want you to be my son."

Little Zheng wrinkled his nose and retorted, "No. Mom will be very sad if I become your son."

Ye Shengge couldn't help chuckling. "Seems like you like me."

The boy blushed and stammered, "No… No way. You scolded my mom that day."

"Does that mean you hate me?" Ye Shengge sighed.

"Not… Not really," he explained. "I know Mom did something wrong first. I can't blame you. You're fine too."

Although he didn't know much about many things, he could still feel the kindness and malice of others.

Ye Shengge smiled.

"Since you're here, let's finish the shoot. Your mom might come looking for you anytime," Ye Shengge said as she held his hand and walked to his makeup room.

Sure enough, Ling Yutong showed up on set an hour later. At that time, Ye Shengge was acting with Little Zheng, and the mother and son were talking and laughing.

Ling Yutong's heart skipped a beat. After the scene ended, she immediately hugged Little Zheng as if she was afraid that he would be snatched away.

At the same time, she looked at Ye Shengge and said, "Did you do anything to Little Zheng?"

Ye Shengge resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "There are so many people in the crew. What do you think I'll do to him?"

Ling Yutong picked up her son and said, "Let's go back, Little Zheng. We're not filming anymore."

"Give me a new father, mom," said Little Zheng.

"Nonsense. How can a father be changed so easily?" Ling Yutong chided

"Whoever treats me well is my father." He pouted. "If I can't find him, I won't want my father anymore."

"You…" Ling Yutong's eyes turned red. He stared at Ye Shengge and said," Little Zheng, your father was deceived by someone. "

"I'm serious, mom." He sighed. "He doesn't want me to be his son, and I don't want him to be my father. I don't need my pride!"

Ling Yutong was rendered speechless.

"But you have the Ji family's blood flowing in you," she explained patiently. "You're still young, so you don't know what it means."

"I know. It's just that the Ji family is rich." He snorted. "I'm rich too. I don't want it. Mom, if you need money, just give me a few more parts."

Ling Yutong was rendered speechless again.

She could only glare at Ye Shengge, wondering what that woman had instilled in Little Zheng.

"Look, Little Zheng is more sensible than you." Ye Shengge shrugged.

Ling Yutong glared at her and left with Little Zheng.

Ye Shengge could only sigh. It seemed that Ling Yutong hadn't given up yet.

She packed up and returned to Qianfan Villa.