As soon as Chang Mian finished speaking, Qin Shou vomited beside him.
"Chang...Chang Mian? Did you really put such disgusting things in the meat buns I ate?"
Chang Mian looked innocent: "I just made a few buns stuffed with maggots. They are rich in protein and a real nutritious breakfast."
"vomit------------"
No wonder! No wonder his right eyelid twitched when he was eating.
"vomit------------"
Chang Mian raised his eyebrows, looked at his precious son, and said with a smile: "In the future, daddy will teach you how to deal with the enemy bit by bit."
As expected, little Cheche showed admiration, but, "Dad, what are maggots?"
"Little animals."
"Oh." Che'er seemed to understand. He couldn't understand why Uncle Bad was afraid of small animals. He leaned into his father's ear and asked in a low voice: "Dad, did you really put small animals in the buns that Uncle Bad ate?"
Animal?"
"Although not, one word from dad can disgust Uncle Bad for the whole day." Chang Mian responded in a low voice: "Uncle Bad vomited everything he ate and may not be able to eat again for the whole day."
Little Cheche laughed mischievously.
From now on, remember that killing should be invisible! Never insult your own intelligence in anything you do.
Chang Mian was disgusted by Qin Shou, and wanted to go back to the office with his son in his arms. He walked out of the rest room and ran into the young master Lanya. Little Cheche was so surprised that he forgot to close his mouth, and his eyes were wide open.
The next second he opened his arms, leaving Chang Mian behind and wanting to throw himself into Lan Ya's arms.
"Is this going against heaven?" Chang Mian was jealous.
Lan Ya caught his little body steadily and held him in her arms, "Little Cheche, do you like the gift your uncle gave you yesterday?"
If you don't like it, why would you open your arms and throw yourself into Lan Ya's arms at this moment?
"I like it!" Little Cheche held Lan Ya's face with her exaggerated little hands, and took the initiative to bring her little mouth up and give her a heavy peck: "Uncle Lan, will you give me a gift tomorrow?"
"Che'er, men are most afraid of being attacked by sugar-coated bullets." Chang Mian took his son back from Lan Ya's arms and taught him seriously while walking to the office: "You can tell dad anything you want, and dad will buy it for you.
, but you must not be deceived by others with just a candy."
"Dad, what are sugar-coated cannonballs? A toy? This Che'er wants it; if it's candy, I'll give it to Yaya. Yaya loves sweets the most," little Cheche suddenly pursed her lips and said in a depressed tone.
: "But mom said I can't see Yaya often in the future."
"..." Chang Mian was about to say something, but the ringtone of his cell phone prepared his words. Chang Mian answered the call and beamed at the phone: "Shang Shang, Che'er is here with me... Okay, okay, don't make a fuss, I'll bring my son.
The company will handle some things and go back right away... Che'er is fine... Okay, sleep a little longer..."
Chang Shang hung up the phone and took a deep breath.
She didn't see Che'er in the morning, and she was so frightened that she lost her soul. It turned out that she was taken away by Chang Mian.
She secretly laughed at herself, she was indeed a little neurotic.
However, Che'er has been by her side since she was a child and has never left her for a day. She has become accustomed to Che'er being under her nose all the time. She doesn't blame her for making a fuss. Mother and son are connected, but she is just not used to it.
The soft winter sunshine was shining on her body. Chang Shang stood on the balcony, with her black and shiny fluffy curly hair, and she felt extremely comfortable looking at the warm and romantic home.