Chapter 22: Take away

The slender legs of the palace night stalked and walked to the door of an elevator. Two people sat in.
Cheng Haoyue was on the fifteenth floor, the elevator arrived in a few seconds, and got off the elevator. Yan Yang saw the house number and pointed to the inner doorway. "Is this room, do you want to knock on the door?"
"Knock." The sound of the earth is not to be overwhelmed.
Yan Yang reached for the door.
In the room, the two people who were having fun immediately looked at each other. Tang Weiwei said, "It won't be your mommy coming back! So fast? I will go see it."
The little guy also followed her quickly and walked to the door. Tang Weiwei looked at the cat's eyes and saw where is Cheng Haoyue outside the door?
It is a well-dressed woman, as if there is a man standing behind him.
"Little Bean Ding, I hold you up, you see, is it you know." Tang Weiwei thought, maybe the relatives of Xiaodou Dingjia.
The little guy was picked up. He stared into the cat's eyes and saw Yan Yang's face. He was pleasantly surprised. "Aunt Tang, I know."
Tang Weiwei put down him and watched him ask. "So, can I open the door now?"
"Open it! Hurry up." The little guy is excited, isn't the woman outside this house an assistant to the palace nightingale?
The door opens.
In Tang Weiwei’s eyes, what he saw was not only Yan Yang, but also a man...
And this man is awesome...
Tang Weiwei’s eyes were many times wide, and she looked at the man’s impeccable beauty and strong momentum. She was fainting.
Palace night?
How did this legendary man appear here?
The little guy was also very excited. He looked at the tall man standing outside the door. He asked with a small face and smiled. "Uncle Gong, are you coming to me?"
At the end of the palace, the night was filled with gentleness. He bowed his noble body and looked at his little son. The thin lips evoke the gentlest smile of his life. "Yes, I am here to find you."
"Uncle Gong, are you looking for me?" The little guy asked curiously.
"Don't call my uncle, I am not your uncle." Someone corrected.
The little guy squinted, "What should I call you?"
"You should call me to the ground." The man is low, and the sound of doubt is heard.
The little guy squinted and stared at him with a big pair of eyes. "You are my squatting? Are you really stunned?"
The sly sly of the palace night gaze at the little guy, the incomparable answer, "Yes, I am yours, you are my son."
Tang Weiwei on the side is going to stun, and my god! Is this a little son of the palace nightingale? No wonder the IQ is so scary.
Gong Ye night stretched out his hand and held the little guy in his arms. His sharp and charming eyes stared at Tang Weiwei. "When my mother's mother comes back, you let her go to my office to find me. I will take my son away now.

The low words left, not waiting for Tang Weiwei to come over, Gong Ye night holding a small bean turn and walked away.
Yan Yang was afraid that Tang Weiwei was too scared to understand. She laughed. "The general meaning of our palace is that he wants to see Miss Cheng Haoyue. When she returns, you let her go directly to the Gong Group to find my boss. I think, you should know me. The name of the boss!"
"I... I know, Mr. Gong Yexi." Tang Weiwei said with a stutter.
"Yes." Yan Yang smiled and quickly followed the figure of the palace nightingale.
Tang Weiwei is stupid at the door, his mind is blank, God! God! Big news, super explosion news! Gong Ye night, a son in the world, is the son of her boss!
How should she explain to Cheng Haoyue?
But now she is meeting a big customer, she wants to call now?
Tang Weiwei’s brain is no longer good, and he also knows the meaning of priority. This phone must be called!
In case it was abducted by Gong Ye night? God, what do she think about?