"Hello, my name is Ji Dongning. Female, 24 years old, unmarried and unemployed. I have a two-year-old son!"
The dim light in the coffee shop shone above her head. But she looked nothing like an angel.
Because her eyes were angry. Yes, just angry. The breathtaking eyes blinked and stared, and the curly hair was tied high on the back of the head. It makes people inexplicably think of those fallen angels who choose to fight against heaven.
However, the word "fallen" is indeed very appropriate when applied to her.
"Miss Ji has a son?"
After a pause, Wen Tingmo decided to attack directly at the root of the "fall". He asked as he took a sip of mocha. There was no expression on the face that was hidden behind the coffee cup.
"Yes, my son Ji Xiaobao is two years old this year!"
"Unwed mother?"
"You guessed it and asked."
"Is being a mom fun?!"
"Try giving birth to one yourself!"
He laughs. Putting down the cup with a twinkling look in his eyes
"I'm a man!"
"I see it!"
"So!"
"So?"
"So I can only be dad."
"Science is so advanced. I think you, the vice president of the group, can afford the cost of gender reassignment surgery."
"Poof!"
"Sorry! It's time for me to go home and comfort my son. Goodbye!"
"See you again?!"
Looking at her back, Wen Tingmo smiled strangely.
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