I was framed and walked into the wrong room, and I gave birth to a litter for the CEO.

The old man always likes to make surprise checks on Sheng Xichen's private life, and today Shi Xiyue is at the company again.

Zhao Zhonghan avoided being discovered by the old man. The young master and the young mistress usually did not get along well. He rushed to the other entrance of the company eagerly, planning to report the news to the young master in advance. .

"Master..." Zhao Zhonghan shouted when he saw Sheng Xichen in the hall. However, the pink shirt on his body made him instinctively stand still in shock.

At the same time, Mrs. Sheng had also walked into the company lobby.

Mrs. Sheng looked at the light pink shirt on Sheng Xichen and was so happy that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear. It seems that there is a huge difference between having a wife and not having a wife.

Sheng Xichen is already twenty-nine years old, and this is the first time he has seen him wearing clothes in colors other than black and white.

"Grandpa." Sheng Xichen walked over and called.

"Old Master." The bodyguard behind him greeted respectfully.

"Haha..." Old Mrs. Sheng laughed out loud with joy. "This shirt is so nice." After he praised Sheng Xichen's clothes, he looked around specifically. "Where's Xiyue?"

He received a call from Mrs. Fu, saying that Shi Xiyue would come to work at Shenghuang International today, so he came here specifically to check on the post.

"It's time to get off work." Sheng Xichen replied briefly.

"Then why aren't you with her? She..."

"Hello, Old Master." Zhao Zhonghan rushed over eagerly, and while greeting him, he deliberately interrupted Old Mrs. Sheng's words. "Master." He stared at Sheng Xinchen and shouted again, gesturing to the shirt on his body with his eyes.

Sheng Jichen didn't understand what Zhao Zhonghan's eyes meant. Naturally, Zhao Zhonghan couldn't explain it clearly in front of the old man.

"Let's go, have dinner with me at noon, and you call that girl. Ask her to come to Sheng's Hotel." Mr. Sheng turned around, put his hands behind his back, and walked toward the door majestically.

"Master, what's going on with the shirt you're wearing?" Zhao Zhonghan finally had the chance to ask him.

"What's wrong?" Sheng Xichen didn't think anything was wrong.

"Why are you wearing a light pink shirt?" He knew that Sheng Xianchen couldn't distinguish between colors. In his eyes, this light pink color was undoubtedly white.

Hearing this, Sheng Xinchen's footsteps suddenly stopped in place, his eyes coldly falling on his shirt. A raging fire burned in his heart, and the sinister light in his eyes seemed to kill someone.

No wonder the woman left work early and left.

Only then did Sheng Xichen understand the problem of why these people looked at him differently today.

He walked with long legs and indifferently ignored the people around him.

"Who gave it to you? Young Mistress? Have you told Young Mistress about your eyes? Where did this shirt come from?" Zhao Zhonghan followed closely behind him and asked curiously in a low voice.

"..." Sheng Xinchen's hand hanging by his side was clenched tightly into a fist.

Suddenly he felt like the pink shirt on his body was poisonous, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

Shi Xiyue! court death!

"What are you two hanging around behind? Have you called Xiyue?" Old Mrs. Sheng stood in front of the car and asked Sheng Xichen who was still on the stone steps.

Just as Sheng Xichen was about to say something, he saw a small figure hiding behind his grandfather's car. The pace of his feet quickened and he came directly to the little figure.

"Hi, handsome uncle." Shi Yu was happy to see Sheng Xichen discovered him. He no longer avoided it and even said hello to him.

Shi Yule knew that Mommy would come here to work today, and going to work was just a cover. The purpose is to leave Chenju's door, then return to the villa to meet them and deal with Sun Ziyang's affairs.

He came here specially to take Mommy home, but he saw the figure of Mrs. Sheng as soon as he arrived. Before they could enter the company, several of them came out together again.

"Why are you here?" The cold expression on Sheng Xichen's face was instantly replaced by tenderness.

"Wow, uncle, the shirt you are wearing looks great." The little guy didn't answer his question, but just praised his clothes.

It’s really a matter of which pot should not be opened.

"Whose child is this?" Mrs. Sheng heard the sound of the child's milk and walked around the car.

"Hello, grandpa." Shi Yule greeted politely and bent down specially.

When the little guy raised his head, his cute little face clearly caught the eyeballs of Mrs. Sheng. His heart twitched suddenly, and his brows furrowed.

Uncle Fu next to him quickly supported the old man's arm, but his hand was pushed away by the old man.

"Kid, what's your name?" Mrs. Sheng squatted in front of Shi Yule, and was so excited that he gently stroked the child's face with his wrinkled hands.

"My name is Yule, the Yu of the universe, the happy Le." He did not say his last name.

Let's say her surname is Sheng, that would be too abrupt. After all, Sheng Xianchen is only their stepfather, and they don't even know about the existence of their brothers yet. As for the surname, it coincides too much with the surname of their grandson's daughter-in-law who just married into the Sheng family.

It's better not to say your last name at all.

"What a name. What a name. Where are your parents? Are they not with you?"

"I don't have a father. My mother is too busy at work, so I usually take care of myself." The little guy answered in a sweet voice.

"It's better not to have a father..." Mrs. Sheng blurted out happily.

"..." Shi Yule looked at the old man suspiciously, why wasn't he as good as his father? Doesn't he feel sorry for him?

"Ah Fu, who do you think he looks like?" Mr. Sheng asked Uncle Fu.

Uncle Fu looked at Shi Yule carefully, and then moved his eyes to Sheng Xichen's face.

"It's hard to say." Faced with Sheng Xichen's serious and indifferent face, Uncle Fu dared to say it clearly.

"If you are asked to say it, just say it." Old Mrs. Sheng scolded him lightly.

"Does it look like him?" Shi Yule grinned and pointed at Sheng Xichen with his chubby white little finger.

"Haha, yes." Uncle Fu nodded repeatedly, sincerely he liked this child. The little guy looked smart, and his words helped him get out of trouble.

"The facial features are so similar to the young master, especially the young master when he was a child. If they were the same age, if the two of them walked together, they would have to be said to be brothers."

"Why do you say we are brothers? Just because we look alike doesn't mean we are brothers. It can be regarded as the relationship between father and son. Our faces look like father and son." Shi Yule corrected Uncle Fu's words.

"There's nothing wrong with that." Mrs. Sheng was filled with joy. "Look at how old you are, and you haven't even seen a child yet." He scolded Uncle Fu.

"I must be an old fool." Fu Bo was a little embarrassed.

Mrs. Sheng took out his wallet from his pocket. There was an old photo in the middle of the wallet. There were two people in the photo, an old one and a young one. He compared the little boy above with Shi Yule in front of him.

How does it look, what does it look like. It's almost like it was carved out of the same mold.

"Grandpa, didn't you say you were going to have lunch?" Sheng Xinchen said specifically.

Based on his grandfather's behavior, Sheng Xichen, as his grandson, was worried that this old naughty boy might not only marry him tyrannically, but also deliberately treat this child as his great-grandson.

"Are you sure you're not messing around outside? Have you ever been with any woman?" Old Mrs. Sheng stood up and looked directly at Sheng Xichen's serious inquiry.

"Yes." Sheng Xichen answered immediately without any hesitation.