Chapter 6 — Baby Copy Bring Me Closer to You One More Time

“Mami, I want to go home with dad.” Rice Cake suddenly opened his mouth. Me: “???” I looked suspiciously at the little traitor in my arms: "Rice Cake, what did you just call him?" "Dad." Rice Cake said very matter-of-factly, "Dad is so handsome, and looks exactly like me, of course he's my dad!" A mouthful of blood choked my throat. To Tinh Ngon, you shallow brat who only knows how to look at your face! Have you forgotten? Mom worked so hard to raise you, spoon by spoon, spoon by spoon?! “See, I also agree.” The corner of Pho Thua Nghiem's mouth curled up into a smug smile, "The minority obeys the majority, To Tieu Mi, you have no right to choose." I looked at Pho Thua Nghiem's confident face, then looked at my son who was full of expectations, feeling like the whole world had betrayed me. An hour later. I, To Tieu Mi, holding my traitorous child, sitting in the backseat of Pho Thua Nghiem's inhumanly luxurious Rolls-Royce, looking at the scenery outside the window passing by, my heart as cold as ashes. My old Wuling, along with the cake cart, were mercilessly abandoned in the underground parking lot of the Pho Group. Pho Thua Nghiem said that that kind of tattered car was not worthy of appearing in his garage. I hold back. Rice Cake sat between me and Pho Thua Nghiem, touching the real leather seats and looking at the star lights on the car's ceiling, excited like a boy going to the city for the first time. "Dad, your family is so rich!" "Yes, it will all be mine from now on." Pho Thua-Nghiem answered calmly, as if he was just saying that the weather is nice today. "What about mami's?" "Your mother's, it's also yours. Your mother... is my father's." Me: "..." I glared at him sharply. Who is yours! Thick face! He pretended not to see the anger in my eyes, turned his head, and gave me a so-called "warm" smile. "Tieu Mi, welcome home." I looked at him, with only one thought in mind. It's over, my waist... is about to suffer again. 【Chapter 4】 Pho Thua Nghiem's house, or should we say—the manor. Unbelievably big. The car drove for five minutes before stopping in front of a magnificent castle-like villa. The butler led a line of maids, lined up neatly and waited outside the door. "Welcome back, boss, little master,... and his wife." When the housekeeper saw me, he was obviously stunned for a moment, but quickly calmed down. Madam? The corner of my mouth twitched. Pho Thua Nghiem was very enjoying it, hugging my shoulder, full of the host's look: "Uncle Truong, this is Tieu Mi, later the female owner of this place. This is Rice Cake, my son." "Yes, boss." Uncle Truong smiled brightly, looking at Banh Gao with kind eyes, "The little master is so adorable, he looks just like the boss when he was a child." Being looked at by so many people, Banh Gao was not afraid at all, and even imitated the adults, nodding coolly: "Hello everyone." That look made the maids around her want to melt. I was half pulled, half hugged by Pho Thua Nghiem into the villa. The inside is decorated in a luxurious but cold style, gray - white - black tones, sturdy lines, exactly like the apartment I lived in before, just enlarged hundreds of times. It's still the familiar style, not a bit human, typical of Pho Thua Nghiem. "Don't like it?" Pho Thua Nghiem noticed my silence. “No.” I replied stiffly. "If you don't like it, you can change it to the style you want." He said calmly. I didn't answer. I just want to run, who has free time to fix your house? "Uncle Truong, take the little master to see the children's room. I told him to prepare the design a long time ago." "Yes, boss. Little master, please come here."