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If she hadn't left quietly back then, or if she hadn't hidden Lu Moqing's existence about Qiao Yi, would the result be different?

She thought that Lu Moqing would not allow her to give birth to his child, so she hid in a panic, but what if this was not the case?

Qiao Xu was very confused in her heart, she firmly believed that she was not wrong to divorce Lu Moqing back then, but when she thought of her son's hesitant and lost eyes, she felt that she was wrong.

"Daddy, Mommy, I'm dressed, I've washed my face and brushed my teeth, let's go."

Qiao Yi's excited voice pulled Qiao Xu's thoughts back.

She suddenly withdrew from Lu Moqing's arms, walked to her son's side, helped him tidy up a little, and said:

"Alright, let's go downstairs for breakfast."

Her emotions were well restrained, and in just a moment, the loss just now was no longer visible.

Qiao Yi nodded vigorously, hurriedly walked out of the room, and after walking a few steps, she looked back at the two parents who were following him, and asked:

"Aunt Lin isn't here, Mommy, will you cook?"

When Joe thought of the breakfast that Mommy made for him one day when he was in the United States, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

Looking at the momentary frightened look on his son's face, coupled with the question asked by his son, Qiao Xu's expression instantly became unsightly.

Lu Moqing, who was walking beside him, saw her embarrassed appearance, and then looked at her son's uneasiness, and couldn't help but chuckle.

When Qiao Xu looked at him sideways, he immediately said a smile on the corner of his mouth, but the smile under his eyes was still spreading.

But he still reached out very gently and patted her shoulder, comforting: "It doesn't matter if you can't cook, my husband will do it in the future." ”

In Qiao Xu's slightly stunned eyes, he added, "Whatever you want to eat, I'll make it for you." ”

I don't know why, Qiao Xu heard a hint of showing off in Lu Moqing's tone.

Just about to say something, Lu Moqing had already walked to Qiao Yi's side, squatted down, touched his son's little head, and said:

"Don't worry, the breakfast is made by Daddy, it's delicious."

As soon as he heard that breakfast was not made by Mommy, the worried expression on Qiao Yi's face disappeared in an instant, and Qiao Xu obviously saw his relieved appearance.

Qiao Xu: "......"

Is this still her son?

Seeing Qiao Yi being led downstairs by Lu Moqing, Qiao Xu suddenly felt a "sadness" that had been abandoned by the whole world.

Waiting for Qiao Yi to have breakfast, the family of three went out of the house, Qiao Xu originally planned to drive over by himself, but as soon as he arrived downstairs in the community, the driver arranged by the Lu family was already waiting downstairs.

"President, madam, little master."

Lu Moqing rarely comes to City C, so Lu's drivers have few opportunities to contact Lu Moqing.

But he also clearly knew the place of the lady and the child in front of him in the heart of his big boss, so he treated these two nobles respectfully as if they were facing their ancestors.

Qiao Xu looked at the thoughtful-looking silver Rolls-Royce in front of him, there are only five in the world, and there is only one in China.

Don't be so high-profile!

Qiao Xu has the impression that Lu Moqing is a unique and low-key person among the rich, and she has never seen him buy any private jet or private yacht.

Thinking about it, he didn't buy it if he didn't think it was necessary.

But looking at such a limited edition Rolls-Royce in front of him, which was not only filled with the smell of money, but also represented connections and power, Qiao Xu began to subvert his thoughts a little.