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Chapter 71 The Child His Father Is the President (13)

 After dinner, Jian Meng called Jiang Xiaozhou to the living room and looked at him solemnly: "Xiaozhou, don't you want to see Dad very much? You can see him tomorrow."

To her surprise, Jiang Xiaozhou is not the only one. He didn't show any joy, but he pretended to be old-fashioned and deep: "Mom, Dad is going to return home?"

Jian Meng resisted not laughing at him: "...Forget it."

Jiang Xiaozhou suddenly said anxiously: "I." I haven't gotten the first grade, and I can't fight the big fat guy in the class. I haven't even caught a bad guy. How can I have the face to see him."

Jianmeng: "...?"

Jiang Xiaozhou sighed. After a sigh of relief, I suddenly remembered something, touched my face, leaned in front of Jian Meng eagerly, and asked hopefully: "Is my father short, fat and full of flesh?"

Jian Meng couldn't be ignorant. Conscience, said sincerely: "He has a very good figure and looks handsome."

Jiang Xiaozhou let out a disappointed "Ah" and turned around anxiously: "I can't even compare my face to Dad? He will definitely look down on me. How could the hero's son be so useless?"

Jian Meng couldn't help it anymore, smiled and rubbed his white and soft face, and said, "Why are you so cute?"

Jiang Xiaozhou brushed away her hand: "Mom, I'm very serious."

Jian Meng thoughtfully said, "Your father likes useless children the most, so that he can bring out his glorious image."

Jiang Xiaozhou blinked. Eyes: "Really?"

Jian Meng nodded: "Really."

Jiang Xiaozhou patted his chest: "Then I don't need to worry."

"Also." Jian Meng lowered her voice, "Your father's identity is a secret , You can't call him a hero in front of him, you know?"

Jiang Xiaozhou nodded obediently, so he wouldn't call the hero a hero. He had to call the hero his father to be more prestige and face. It's better to hug him and hold him high.

He will let his father know that he is his favorite kind of useless, useful, kid, kid!

...The

next morning, when the company held a departmental meeting, Zhou Zhiyuan's mobile phone screen lit up, he gestured to the employees who were talking, then took it to the floor-to-ceiling window and stood up to answer the phone.

The employees underneath are almost stunned. Mr. Zhou always has the image of a resolute and unreasonable president at work. He has never answered the phone during a meeting. Now he has not only answered the phone, but also seemed to express a kind of pleasure. Look.

Everyone thought in unison: This time the number of little fairies is very high.

However, after Mr. Zhou came back after answering the call, he asked a sentence that made their jaws fall.

"What gift does a seven-year-old boy like?" There

was silence in the meeting room. Although this question was full of gossips, everyone still didn't dare to ask directly. Instead, you were very positive. Make plans.

In the end, Mr. Zhou listened to the advice of a female manager in her thirties.

She said like this: "Little boy, he's more active and naughty. I like the remote control toys that move around the most." After the

meeting, Zhou Zhiyuan skipped work again. Of course, he was the boss and there would be no one. What to say, Chen Chen couldn't help but ask: "Where are you going again?"

Zhou Zhiyuan: "Pick up my son from school."

Chen Chen walked a few steps forward with a "Oh", and then suddenly reacted. , He has never even been married, where did a son come out?

...In the

toy store.

Zhou Zhiyuan was a little impatient when he listened to the clerk's introduction of various remote control toys, and asked, "Which one is the most fun?" The

clerk said, "This...all of them are very fun."

Zhou Zhiyuan directly wrote every word. I picked five of them, and after putting them in the car, he drove back to the community to pick up Jane.

When Jian Meng received his call and went downstairs to meet him, she didn't know what to say.

She looked at the man leaning against a luxury car, and took a deep breath: "Do you remember me telling you what time is Xiaozhou when school is over?"

Zhou Zhiyuan stared at her with deep eyebrows: "11:50."

Jian Meng Smiled: "So it's only ten o'clock, you call me to pick him up from school?"

Zhou Zhiyuan said lightly: "We can go to his school first."

Jian Meng said, "Are you okay ?"

Zhou Zhiyuan 's expression: "Do you think you belong to the Education Bureau?" Zhou Zhiyuan looked at her: "If you don't check, how do you know if the school is good? What kind of person is the teacher? How does the child get along with his classmates? No problem?"

Jian Meng: "...okay."

She decided to understand his desire to be a serious and responsible father. She opened the back door and was about to sit in, but saw the seat Toys have been piled up into a hill: "..."

Zhou Zhiyuan said: "You sit next to me."

After getting in the car, Jian Meng couldn't help turning her head to look at him, and asked incredulously: "You are planning to distribute the toys to A classmate of Xiaozhou?"

Zhou Zhiyuan said lightly: "If Xiaozhou is willing, it's

okay ." Jian Meng's eyes widened: "So you actually bought all for Xiaozhou?"

Zhou Zhiyuan: "There is a problem?"

Jian Meng was silent. Even if she is rich now, she still wants to hug his golden thigh.

It is very happy to spend your own money, but a handsome mature man willing to spend money for you makes people happy.

Zhou Zhiyuan regarded her silence as an inferiority complex, and felt that she must have been very hard and tiring raising a child. Maybe the child has never played with toys when she grows up, and a strong desire for protection and pity immediately came to her heart.

He suddenly stopped the car by the side of the road, and in Jian Meng's stunned gaze, he pulled her into his arms, stroked her hair, and said, "Don't be sad, I'll be nice to you."

Jian Meng I didn't know where he could tell that she was sad, but he couldn't help but ask: "How are you going to treat me well?"

Zhou Zhiyuan pondered for a while, looked at her eyes, and said slowly: "Do my best Try my best to satisfy you."

Jian Meng blushed in shock: "I, I'm not as

charming as you!" Zhou Zhiyuan was silent, looking at her with a subtle expression, and said with a soft "he": "I mean to meet all your requirements, why are you full of strange thoughts?"

"..." Jian Meng couldn't wait to shrink herself into a ball, so embarrassed.

Zhou Zhiyuan leaned close to her with a smile, and pulled on her tie. His voice was low and confusing: "If you have a request in this regard, even if you come to me, I will definitely make you unusual, often, satisfied, and mindful."

The words behind him spit out from his thin lips, and they seem to have a lively and fragrant charm.

Jian Meng: "..."

You are the dignified president, why are you suddenly soliciting like a nightclub master?

She held her forehead: "No, I don't have any requests, thank you."

Zhou Zhiyuan chuckled and backed away, seeming to think that teasing her is a very interesting thing, and said, "Don't be polite with me, anyway, we are so familiar. Now."

Jian Meng: "..."

She just wanted to be quiet.