Chapter 802 (1/2)

Six in the morning.

Kyoto, Second Ring Road.

In a villa.

In the simple and elegant bedroom, the early morning fog floated in from the window. Suddenly, a woman sat up with an ah sound on the wide double bed.

The woman looks about 30 years old. Her shoulder length short hair is slightly messy on her white and round shoulders. It seems that she is entangled by a nightmare. She lowers her head for a long time and finally raises her hand to pull the hair covering her face behind her head.

Suddenly, a beautiful face full of mature charm appeared in the mist through the window.

Whoa, whoa, whoa~~

There was also a crib beside the big bed, in which lay a baby about half a year old. He was awakened by the scream of a woman, and the little baby began to cry.

The woman quickly got out of bed, picked up the child, skillfully lifted a movable cloth on the breast of the lactation suit, fed the child milk, and sang a beautiful nursery rhyme with a magnetic mezzo.

The half-year-old baby stopped crying immediately. While sucking and watching the singing woman, his white and tender face smiled and giggled.

After the baby finished milk, the woman held her and shook her gently while singing. The child soon fell asleep with a smile.

The woman walked out of the bedroom and walked into a smaller bedroom next to her. She saw a six or seven year old boy sleeping soundly on the bed.

The woman went to the bed, gently touched her son's forehead and walked out of the bedroom.

Down the stairs, to the first floor, into the kitchen.

Half an hour later, a table of rich breakfast has been placed on the table in the living room.

At this time, three nannies also arrived. One continued to do other housework, one went to the master bedroom to take care of the baby, and the other waited in the dining room.

These nannies could have cooked, but women didn't want others to make breakfast for their children.

The woman went upstairs again to wake up her eldest son, quickly dressed him and washed him, asked the little boy to go downstairs for breakfast, and the nanny waiting in the dining room rushed forward to serve the boy to eat.

So far, the busy family in the morning was finally over, and the woman walked into another room, which was her special dressing room.

Twenty minutes later, the door of the dressing room opened.

The housewife, who was somewhat tired and haggard, disappeared and was replaced by a woman who was so beautiful that she was soul stirring and so cold that people didn't dare to look directly at her.

She took the little boy and the nanny who took care of him to the door of the villa.

”Take your time, Miss Zhang.”

Two other nannies bowed respectfully to her.

Zhang Xin gave a sound, turned her head and said, ”take good care of Xiaomeng.”

”Yes.” When they touched her eyes, they trembled and quickly bowed their heads to promise.

Zhang Xin put on her hat and sunglasses and took her son and nanny into a limousine parked at the door.

Ten minutes later, the car stopped at the door of a high-end private primary school, and the nanny took the little boy off.

”Mom, the teacher said there would be a parents' meeting on Friday. Can you come?”

Before getting off the bus, the little boy looked at Zhang Xin and asked.

”Let's talk about it then. Be good. Concentrate in class.”

Zhang Xin took off her sunglasses, a spoiled smile appeared on her cool face, and comforted the unhappy little boy.

The little boy pouted in disappointment, but he seemed to get used to it. He didn't talk anymore and turned and got out of the car.

After watching the nanny send the little boy to the school gate, the soft smile on Zhang Xin's face disappeared and put on sunglasses again. The whole person was like a long sword out of its sheath, flashing cold and beautiful light.

An hour later, 8:20 a.m.

Zhang Xin walks into the office building of Shenxin entertainment.

”Hello, Sister Zhang.”

”Hello, Sister Zhang!”

Shen Xin's employees met on the road greeted her in awe. Zhang Xin ignored anyone and went straight through the hall and into the elevator.

At this time, it was the ”morning rush hour” when employees were rushing to work, and the corridor was full of people waiting for the elevator.

But after seeing Zhang Xin, everyone seemed to be frozen. They watched her walk into the elevator alone, but no one dared to follow her.

Ding.