Chapter 70: apologize

The next morning, Gu Yan got up early as usual, and after carefully washing it, she took the bag out of the house. Everything yesterday was like a dream for her.
Just down the stairs, I saw a striking car at the door, silver Rolls Royce.
It is not because this car is a luxury car, but this car is too familiar to her.
Gu Yan’s heart squinted, and quickly adjusted his emotions and continued to move forward, as if he did not see it.
Mo Yichen knew that she had seen herself and quickly stepped forward to block her way.
"What, don't you know me?"
He knows why.
But thinking that yesterday was humiliated by his mother and fiancee in front of so many people, Gu Yan did not face him.
With emotion in the tone, I replied coldly: "How can I not know the total ink, but I think I can't afford to be like you."
Sure enough, Gu Yan was angry, and Mo Yichen’s heart was psychologically prepared.
Seeing her screaming, Mo Yichen did not talk much, and she pulled Gu Yan into the car and slammed it and closed the door.
"What are you doing?" The woman frowned and wanted to resist, but was crushed by his powerful gas field.
Mo Yichen took the car and sat down to the main driving, and the car was locked.
In a quiet environment, you can hear each other's breathing.
"Is there anything to be told by ink?"
"Can you talk to me like this yin and yang?"
Silence.
"What happened yesterday... I don't know Chen Hao will come here, she is not my fiancee."
The sound of the good voice slowly sounded, letting Gu Yan, who is on the anger, look at him. Is this explaining to himself?
"So, yesterday, she did know about you and me afterwards. I apologize to you, sorry, invite you to come and let you suffer such a big grievance." Mo Yichen rarely talked so gently with a person.
Let Gu Yan feel embarrassed, and where did he just come to the courage, but also married him?
"This... this can't blame you." Gu Yan buckled his fingernails and didn't dare look up at the eyes of Mo Yichen.
"But I have made it clear to her, and it won't happen again in the future."
Like a child who did something wrong, Gu Yan saw the sincerity in his eyes.
The air is getting weird.
Realizing that there seemed to be something wrong with it, I quickly turned away from the face and cleared my throat to cover up.
"I was in a hurry yesterday, and I didn't see your son well. I hope I can get to know it later. It's pretty cute."
Gu Yan transferred the topic.
"This way, right now, I let Wu Gang take the child out and have a friend who opened a private club. It is also convenient to get there."
Said, Mo Yichen started the car.
"Ah? What?"? Gu Yan is a little bit responsive. The man said that the wind is rain, and it is so determined.
In the state where Gu Yan is still in the loop, the car has already traveled at a rapid speed.
In a short while, there was a chic residence in front of me.
"Come on, get off." Mo Yichen took the lead to unlock the seat belt.
The two walked into the door in tandem.
"Ink, you are here, Mr. Wu and the children have been waiting inside." The waiter gave the two people a guide.
Gu Yan is behind the Mo Yichen. I don’t know why, there is a nervous emotion in my heart. What is going on?
When it was agreed, Wu Gang was busy holding the children to play, and he was very happy.
"Hey, ink, Ms. Gu, you two are coming. I really can't get this little guy, I don't know what he is excited about today, he has been making trouble."
Gu Yan stepped forward and looked at the big and clear eyes of the rumor. An inexplicable familiarity rushed into my heart.
"What is the name of the child?" After the two men were seated, Gu Yan looked at Mo Yichen and took the child into the bad and couldn't help but ask.
"Ink rumors."
There was a miss in the woman’s heart.
Ink utterance? This name... Is it more you want?
How do you always feel that Mo Yichen wants to take care of Gu Yan? Gu Yan’s eyes have an expectation:
Which words?

"I am a silent person. I don't want my child to be like me. So, I want him to say something more, cheerful, loud, and linguistic."
"This way..." Sure enough, I think more.
"A very nice name, just... how can a child's mother die?"
Gu Yan has a curiosity about this child who can't say it, and she doesn't realize that she has too many problems.
Mo Yichen did not answer her question. She called the waiter to order something to eat. Gu Yan also stopped asking questions.
Just as the two were silent, the rumor let go of the hand holding the neck of Mo Yichen and stretched toward Gu Yan.
The woman is stunned. Is this what I want to hug him?
Mo Yichen was a little surprised, but still handed it over.
"I don't think that the child is very close to you."
"Range? Do you like me?" Seeing the child's face, the softness in the heart was hooked out, and even the words became very cute.
Mo Yichen looked at the actions of the relatives of the two people, and suddenly felt that if it was, it would be fine.
"Mom... Mom, hug."
The rhetoric spit out a few words, although ambiguous, but both people heard it clearly.

What?
Gu Yan is a little unbelievable. Does this child actually call her mother?
Gu Yan shifted her gaze to the face of Mo Yichen, noticing that there was a fleeting worry on his face.
In the midst of it, like a guide, let the screaming out to Gu Yan and shouted out the mother, let Gu Yan’s emotions come up.
Your own child may be as big as him, just... I don't know how he is doing now.
Mo Yichen noticed that Gu Yan was a bit uncomfortable and cautiously said: "Are you alright?"
"Nothing, just, thinking about my own children, the rumor is very cute." Gu Yanshen took a breath and adjusted his mood.
"I can see that he is very close to you. If you have a chance, you can meet often. After all, the child has no mother, and you are very important to his growth."
When Mo Yichen said this, his eyes were low, and the food that seemed to focus on the table was actually concerned with every emotion of the woman.
"Really? Great, I am worried that this will be very troublesome." Gu Yan is like a child who gets sugar, smiles happily, her eyes bent and the children she holds in her arms. Distracted.