The handsome man's actual age is only about forty years old, and no one would dare to question him even if he went out to say he was thirty years old. Now that the girl in front of him calls him an old man, the middle-aged man's expression is obviously a little weird.
There aren't many people in this world who would call him old man, and there's only one of them! Who? Who else could it be? Lan Nuyin!
"Baby daughter?...Yin'er?" Lan Cheng asked with some uncertainty. He lowered his head, but only saw the soft black hair exuding a light fragrance.
The woman in his arms did not respond, but her shoulders shook violently.
Seeing the girl's reaction, Lan Cheng was shocked. He held down Lan Nuoyin's shoulders and pushed her to an angle where he could see her. "Yin'er? What's wrong with you!"
Lan Nuyin, who was pushed away, raised his head, with a slight smile still on the corner of his mouth.
"Why are you so nervous? I'm not dead." Lan Nuoyin crossed his arms over his chest and glanced at the luxurious furniture aside.
Lan Cheng breathed a huge sigh of relief when he saw Lan Nuoyin. It was obvious that the twitching of Lan Nuoyin's shoulders just now was because she was laughing in his arms...
"Are you really Yin'er?" After a while, Lan Cheng said with some uncertainty.
But this sentence immediately attracted a look of dissatisfaction and an unceremonious eye roll from the other party. "Are you my father?"
Hearing Lan Nuyin's slightly dissatisfied tone, Lan Cheng smiled coquettishly. "Hey, I just woke up and saw my baby Yin'er appearing in front of me. You have to give me time to digest it, right?"
She rolled her eyes at him again and turned her eyes away, but then quickly turned back to Lan Cheng. "You don't think you're dreaming, do you?"
"Uh-huh!"
Seeing Lan Cheng nodding affirmatively, and with a "how do you know" look on his face? Lan Nuoyin immediately rolled his eyes, grabbed Lan Cheng's strong bronze arm, and bit into it.
Suddenly, a burst of shrill screams accompanied by gloating chuckles spread throughout the room...
"What's going on? What's going on?" Hearing this voice, the maid at work turned pale with fright, and swarmed into Lan Cheng's room. The leader was the sweet-looking Mu Qingyan.
When Lan Nuoyin saw these maids, he suddenly laughed awkwardly. "Hey, it's okay. This is the way we, father and daughter, greet each other, old man, right?" After saying this, he did not forget to face Lan who looked aggrieved.
Cheng Kuang winked.
"Haha, yes..." Lan Cheng smiled coquettishly and asked Qingyan to send these maids out...
When the maids came out, they were all confused and shocked. Is this girl the master's daughter? Could it be Miss Nuoyin whom the master has been talking about all day?...@#%&;!
"Do you believe it this time?" Lan Nuoyin glanced at Lan Cheng, who was looking at his arm distressedly, and said with a smile.
"You damn girl, you think your father is tough. Also, you damn girl didn't even say a word when you came back!"
"What a surprise! Do you think you are very surprised now?"
"I'm scared!" Lan Cheng looked helpless.
After saying this, Lan Cheng seemed to have remembered something. He took Lan Nuoyin's hand with excitement and rushed out of the room. Some maids outside the door were still having a heated discussion and had not yet left.
Lan Cheng frowned. "Qingyan."
"Yes." Upon hearing Lan Cheng's voice, Qingyan hurriedly got out from among the maids.
"Where are Madam and Miss Xiaoai?"
"Miss Xiao Ai is having breakfast downstairs. Madam went out early in the morning." Qingyan bowed her head obediently and answered.
"Go and ask the housekeeper to call my wife back, and tell me that I have a big deal. Also, call all the maids and bodyguards to the living room for the same reason as above."