President's Genius Son

Hedy wanted to curse, “How dare you hush me, like I am your Filipino maid?” 

Yet she still walked over and took Victor 's underwear, with a disgust look. 

They were a pair of gray boxers, simple design, without any pattern, but the materials felt very smooth, soft and skin-friendly. The tailoring was generous and attractive. 

Hedy held the underwear in her left hand and the hair dryer in the other. In order to make the underwear dry faster, she kept turning the pants around. 

Victor watched the whole time, with a touch of tenderness and appreciation in his expression. 

"Do you often blow dry clothes like this, for our son?" Victor asked. 

"Yes, Europe has very rainy spring. The clothes just won't dry. So a hair dryer becomes handy for Leo’s undies." Hedy answered lightly.

"Thanks for your work all these years." Victor whispered. 

Hedy raised her eyebrows, looked at Victor , then lowered her head two seconds later and said, "You have no position to say this to me. He is my son. What I do for him is my willingness and what I should do." 

As she flipped her wrists, the underwear were already half dried. 

Victor was charmed by Hedy’s serious look. Although at the moment she looked casual, in her home dress with her messy hair, Victor did not find anything shabby on her, instead he found purity and cleanness.

This reminded Victor of Hedy in those photos. 

While waiting for the mother and son in the small apartment, Victor did not waste the time completely waiting. At least, he checked all the albums in the house. 

Five years ago, Hedy was plump and full of collagen, making her a little silly and sweet when she laughed. 

Now that she lost weight, her facial contours became livelier. When upset, she was a little wild and untamed. 

In the album, most of them were photos of Leo, there were few photos with both Hedy and the boy. It felt like a photo diary of the boy, from his birth to the age of four. Those photos stacked in several thick albums. 

In each photo, Leo was in cute clothes and with innocent smile. 

The boy’s childhood was full of love and joy, obviously. 

Hedy gave the boy a happy childhood, all by herself. Victor could not do it better himself. 

It didn’t matter how she got his semen back then. Now at the very least, she took care of his son with a sincere heart. She was a qualified, even an excellent mother. 

"Well, it’s dry." 

then unplugged the hair dryer, and walked to

temperature of the underwear in

he put on his underwear, he walked to

 was sleeping on one side of the bed with her arms around the little boy.

cautiously, closed his eyes, and was about to

ten minutes, he failed

opened his eyes and glanced at Hedy, finding out her awaking glance as well.

a late night snack?"

but to laugh at the scene of Victor wearing her night dress. She smiled

me, only you."

Hedy was stunned. 

guy, shamelessness made his invincibility.

pass, I'm

wish now was really to

hungry." Victor said .

to pat him on the

want to eat noodles, would you cook a bowl

and melodious tone: "My son said that his mother makes the best noodles in

it anymore when she

"My son never lies."

eyes and said lightly: "It is only natural for a child to

and you will know if he lied after you

he called her bad at cooking. But, when he said her son was a liar, she had to

immediately, rolled

fingers, lightly scratched the tip of Leo's nose, and smiled: "Son, tell me this: why did Daddy sleep

opened his eyes, looked at Victor, then muttered a few times, and fell

*** 

In the kitchen. 

the most expensive red shrimp from the freezer. While waiting for the shrimp head soup, she already cut

was the essence of a bowl of noodle.

Using her eyes as the best measuring tool, with a spoon on the left and chopsticks on the right, she

was lifted, the umami flavor of the

full

the woman knows what she is doing."

 leaned against the door, smiled at Hedy