Chapter 65 I don’t want you to hug me, Shang Youqing!

Chapter 65 I don’t want Shang Youqing to hug me!

He Cong waited for a while, and seeing that she was still indifferent, he added calmly and indifferently, "Don't worry, I haven't forgotten what you said half a year ago." "

Because Momo's birthday this time coincides with her overseas competition, I will hold a birthday party for Momo at the Kehe Hotel in Wencheng in three days. Don't get me wrong, the reason I mentioned this to you is just because I happened to meet you today, and you are Momo's mother, so it is reasonable for me to inform you. As for whether you will come then, it is your business."

He Cong said this, but still had no intention of moving away. His tall body still stood upright in front of Shang Youqing, blocking her way.

Shang Youqing's hand on her side was wrapped in a thin and soft glove, so the pinhole bruise on the back of her pale hand could not be seen.

She paused in unusual silence for a long moment before she raised her eyes to He Cong's stern face. She pursed her dry lips and spoke slowly and with difficulty, "I'm so sorry. I really had no other choice that day..."

Before Shang Youqing could finish, the glass door behind them suddenly flung open, and He Zhimo, eyes flushed red, ran out.

His face stubborn, his nose reddened, and with a trembling, sticky cry, he looked up at Shang Youqing and shouted, "If you don't want to come, then don't! Shang Youqing! I don't want you to come to my birthday party at all!"

He Cong's car was parked just a few steps away. He Zhimo wiped the tears from his face with his tiny hands, pushed his father out of the way, and got in the car, asking the driver to drive away.

In his haste, he accidentally missed a step and fell down the stairs.

He Cong, with a sullen face, took a step to pick up the child, but Shang Youqing, standing beside him, rushed over even faster.

Shang Youqing was still in shock and hugged He Zhimo just in time when he fell down a step and was about to continue rolling down.

Just when she was about to ask the little guy in her arms if he was hurt, He Zhimo started crying and struggling violently in her arms, "Let me go! I don't want to, I don't want Shang Youqing, you to hold me! I don't want to!"

He Zhimo's tears came as soon as she said they would, and soon her tears soaked Shang Youqing's hand. Shang Youqing didn't know if the little guy was hurt just now, and she was afraid that if she hugged him too hard, she would hurt him, so she could only let go of her hand temporarily, "Young Master..."

Shang Youqing had just opened her mouth for three words when He Zhimo pushed her away and stumbled into the car. Her originally clean and tidy beautiful little dress was now dirty, but He Zhimo didn't care, she just couldn't stop crying with her mouth flat, and both shoulders were shaking violently.

When Shang Youqing reached the car and tried to open the door, He Zhimo's tiny hands clenched tightly around it, refusing to let her. He choked back tears and shouted to the driver in front, "Uncle driver, I need to go home now!"

The driver hesitated, looking outside at Mr. He, who was not approaching, and didn't dare to drive away.

Shang Youqing stood outside the car door, trying several times but it wouldn't budge. She lowered her gaze, watching through the window the little one's tears, his face filled with resentment and grievance. Her fingertips pressed hard against her palms.

After this, she probably wouldn't see them again.

She had never given He Zhimo anything... Could it be that she couldn't even fulfill his need for this one chance to spend his birthday with him?

Mu Jiuhan had said something so right: she was a phoenix, a phoenix that could endure any pain.

Delaying treatment for a few days would only worsen the backlash; it wouldn't be a serious matter.

Shang Youqing's heart calmed down, and he said to the little one in the car, "I'll be there on the young master's birthday."

He Zhimo had already made up his mind not to celebrate his birthday again, but when he heard Shang Youqing's words, his wet eyelashes trembled. He looked at Shang Youqing outside the car with tears in his eyes, sobbing softly, his lips almost bitten, and couldn't help asking with a sticky, nasal voice, "Really?"

Shang Youqing lowered his eyes to look at the little one, his eyes softening, and he answered affirmatively, "Yes, it's true."

He Zhimo tilted his tear-red face up, his soft lips no longer biting fiercely like a little animal, and even couldn't help but curl up slightly.

He Zhimo felt like the easiest baby in the world to coax.

Although Shang Youqing had said things that hurt and angered him, as long as Shang Youqing was willing to attend his birthday party this time, he would forgive her and no longer be angry with her.

He Zhimo swore this secretly in his heart, and he had already thought of a reason three days in advance to forgive Shang Youqing immediately.

After returning to the villa.

He Zhimo began to pester He Cong to make the already grand birthday party extravagant and invite many, many people to attend.

He Cong: "...The invitation list has reached three pages. All the relatives and friends of Bindao have been invited. Who else do you want to invite?"

"Have you also invited my bandmates from the competition?"

"...Yes."

He Zhimo was satisfied, and the next day he started to drag Uncle Yu to choose the high-end small dress that had just been sent to the villa, to ensure that he would completely outshine his father at the birthday party this time, so that Shang Youqing's eyes could only stay on this little baby of his!

However, Shang Youqing was right about one thing. Wencheng had been cloudy these days, and it was not a good day. On He Zhimo's birthday, it actually started raining early in the morning!

Due to He Cong's strict demands, He Zhimo had no choice but to dress up, then reluctantly put on a scarf and boarded a limousine to head to the Kehe Hotel for his birthday party.

The He family's young master's birthday party was a grand affair, with guests from home and abroad flocking to offer birthday wishes and gifts.

When his bandmates arrived, He Zhimo couldn't wait to proudly tell them, "Actually, I do have a mother. She's the most beautiful mother in the world."

None of his friends believed him.

"Impossible! I've never even seen your mother!"

"That's right, and how could your mother be the most beautiful mother in the world? My mother is!"

Young Master He was brimming with confidence. "Just wait and see if you don't believe me. My mother will be here soon!"

After showing off to his friends from table to table, He Zhimo raised his wrist to check his watch and muttered quietly, "Why hasn't Shang Youqing arrived yet... Maybe he got lost..."

After all, his birthday party was so grand, it was understandable that Shang Youqing would get lost. He was her son, her little baby! He had to learn to be patient! -

He Zhimo's patience lasted less than two minutes before he ran to the door of the banquet hall, eagerly gazing out at the drizzle.

Not long after, He Cong greeted some of the main guests and also emerged.

"Why are you standing outside?"

He Zhimo's nose was a little red from the cold wind and rain. He sniffed and snuggled closer to his father, pretending to be calm and mumbling, "I'm waiting for Shang Youqing."

"Go into the banquet hall first. I'll call you when she arrives."

"Hmm..." He Zhimo shook his head. His cool little hand grasped his father's, and he tugged nervously at the Buddhist beads on his father's wrist. He muttered to himself, perhaps trying to comfort himself, "I just want to wait here for Shang Youqing... Shang Youqing promised me he'd come to celebrate my birthday with me."

He Cong lowered his gaze to his youngest son's visibly uneasy face, unable to bring himself to say anything more. He simply patted his head silently, then calmed down and looked out at the gradually intensifying rain.

He didn't know Shang Youqing's current residence, nor did he have his current contact information. There was nothing else he could do except wait here with He Zhimo.

Half an hour passed.

Yu Zhu came out and subtly reminded him, "Mr. He, it's almost time."

He Cong withdrew his gaze from the rain curtain in the hallway and said calmly, "Ask the hotel to bring another round of dishes. Wait a little longer." Yu Zhu

agreed and did as he was told.

He Zhimo, who had been standing beside He Cong, chattering with anticipation, now pursed his lips, his wide eyes fixed on the increasingly heavy rain before him, his face growing even more silent.

A long moment passed before Yu Zhu reappeared, and He Cong forced himself to suppress the pent-up emotions in his chest. He took the child's cool hand as calmly and calmly as possible, "Momo, we're going in."

He Zhimo wrenched his hand from his grasp, not saying a word, crying, or making a fuss. He simply stood there, staring fascinatedly at the single entrance outside the hallway.

He Zhimo could be willful, but He Cong couldn't abandon all the guests. So, he left Yu Zhu to watch over the child while he walked into the banquet center.

He Cong acted with remarkable maturity and composure. Since it was his youngest son's birthday party, he smiled at all the guests who had come to celebrate his child's birthday. He drank a rare amount of wine, accepted some business offers, and continued to see off the last guests until the party ended.

He Cong's eyes were slightly drunk, and he stood indifferently and decadently under the stone pillar of the banquet hall that was completely silent. He stood with his sharp chin slightly lowered for a long time before he walked out of the hallway.

Yu Zhu was still outside, at a loss, guarding the young master He next to him. When he saw He Cong come out, he called him, "Mr. He?"

He Cong: "You go back first." Yu

Zhu wanted to say something but stopped, but it was not easy to say anything at this time, so he nodded with a stiff upper lip, "Then remember to call your subordinates if you have anything."

He Cong narrowed his eyes and looked at He Zhimo. The little guy might have been unable to stand for too long. He was squatting quietly on the steps with his legs in his arms, his little face focused on looking at the entrance with an indifferent look.

He Cong slowly walked to the little guy's side, without saying a word, just looking at the entrance.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier. The father and son ignored each other. The big and the small waited from day to night.

And then, Shang Youqing still didn't show up.

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