Tian Junhao's eyes turned cold. He should have guessed a long time ago that some people are definitely itchy.
"If you can't find anyone within three days, you all will travel to the Sahara Desert for three months!" He was in a bad mood.
The woman in the family actually said she wanted to break up because of that bastard.
Naturally, you need someone to vent to.
"Boss, we really don't have enough IQ!" Xiaoyan felt aggrieved and Nightingale frowned.[
"Why don't you go and bring this person back to me? If your IQ is not good enough, then go train your IQ. The world will not raise idiots!" Tian Junhao casually grabbed a document and threw it at Xiaoyan and Nightingale.
"Boss, if you treat Xiaobai better, won't he come back obediently?"
Xiaoyan tried to persuade her, but Tian Junhao immediately gave her a sharp look.
How can he discipline his son, and he still needs to be disciplined by these guys who are full of food and cause him trouble?
"Get out, I'll give you two days to bring him to me." He had not yet gotten over the haze that girl An Ying had created for him.
Xiaoyan and Nightingale finally smelled the smell of gunpowder in the air, and with a whoosh, they ran faster than rabbits.
As soon as Xiaoyan walked out of the boss's office, she asked hesitantly: "What should I do now? Are we going to let Xiaobai come back so obediently?"
They also wanted to see a father-son battle, but now they couldn't see any drama.
Nightingale shrugged: "I would rather enjoy the sea breeze of the Mediterranean than go to the theater. It was you who came up with the idea. I leave it to you to pick up the person. But there is a saying that goes like this, it is easier to invite a Buddha than to give him a gift.
Difficult, you should think about how to invite the Buddha Xiaobai back."
This is also a difficult task.
"Isn't it easier to ask for a Buddha than to give him a gift?" Xiaoyan scratched Zhang Yang's hair. It seems that Nightingale said the other way around.
Unknowingly, An Ying fell asleep while squatting at the gate.
Xiao Le squatted beside her and looked curiously at An Ying's rice dumpling-like palm.
"Is mom really trying to kill you? No, I want it too!"
Thinking about it, she sneaked into the house and found the servant. She insisted on wrapping her little hands with gauze like rice dumplings, and then sat back down beside An Ying happily.
When Tian Junhao came back in the evening, Xiao Le staggered into Tian Junhao's arms and squeezed out a few tears: "Oh, daddy, Xiao Le's hand hurts so much."