Under the leadership of Zheng Hante, Chenghao and his party were quickly taken to the most famous local hotel in Gwangju.
"Director, room card, do you want me to accompany you up?"
Zheng Hante, who parked the car and hurriedly got out of the car and came to the Bentley, looked at his director who got out of the car with little Princess Chengen in his arms, and hurriedly took out a silver-edged card from his pocket and handed it over.
"No, by the way, Hunter, please help me settle everyone."
Freeing up his hand to take the room card from his woman, Chenghao looked back and looked at the bodyguards who were getting out of the car, their nerves high after a hard day's work. He took out his wallet from his pocket and found the Centurion Black Gold Card, which represented a status symbol.
, and handed it over directly to Zheng Hante without any worries.
After all, he is his own bodyguard. Except for the driver, the others are not security personnel dispatched from the company. Of course, Chenghao cannot stay in a hotel. They all need to go to the company's public account. Firstly, there is no need to bother, and secondly, he is not bad at this.
money.
"Okay director, leave the rest to me."
Respectfully taking the black gold card handed over by the director, Zheng Hante nodded without asking for the password. Obviously this was not the first time he got the director's card.
"You don't have to follow me anymore. I'll see you tomorrow. I'll go up first."
He nodded to his bodyguards, and after receiving smiles from everyone in response, Chenghao took the bag handed over by the driver, holding his baby girl who was still sleeping on his shoulder with his left hand, and carrying the bag in his right hand toward the elevator.
Go.
After walking into the elevator and following the room card number, Chenghao directly pressed the button for the top floor.
"Sir, what can I do for you?"
As the elevator door opened with a "ding" sound, Chenghao met the hotel service staff waiting next to the elevator.
"No thanks."
Avoiding the waiter's hand that stretched out to help him with his luggage, Chenghao smiled at the other person, shook his head and walked forward.
"Daddy, little baby, wake up, let's take a bath and go to bed, okay?"
After finding his wife's room and swiping the card to enter, Chenghao put on his slippers and walked towards the bedroom while gently patting his daughter's butt and calling her.
"Hmm~."
She was awakened by her father from her sweet dream. Little friend Chengen was filled with reluctance. He slowly opened his big round black eyes. However, although his eyes were open, he had no intention of sitting up and continued to lie down.
He doesn't want to move on his father's shoulders.
"Aren't our Cheng'en unwilling to take a bath? It's like this... When my mother came, I told Cheng'en's mother that there was a disobedient little friend. After playing with my uncle all day today, I still didn't want to.
Take a shower, it smells terrible."
He placed the little guy in his arms on the big bed in the bedroom, and looked at the little guy who deliberately turned his back to him, pretending that he just didn't want to move. Chenghao was not in a hurry to coax him, but instead opened the bag on his own.
While taking the toiletries from the inside out, he said to himself in a nonchalant tone.
Of course, the so-called bad smell is just a verbal comment, but the little guy always has a faint milky smell. Chenghao attributes this milky smell to the fact that his daughter has not been weaned yet!
However, even though he was talking to himself, it was easy for the kid on the big bed to hear his voice.
"Bad dad~."
As expected, after hearing that his father was about to tell his mother, the little guy frowned and reluctantly turned over and sat up from the bed. He also raised his little hand angrily and patted the big bed under his buttocks.
He stared at his father.
"A bad dad is a bad dad. I'll give you one last chance to choose whether to take a shower or not."
After putting away the toiletries and a change of clothes, Chenghao walked to the bed and stretched out his hand to his daughter.
"No." She slapped her father's extended hand angrily. After saying this, Cheng'en's little friend turned away and didn't look at her father. She knew in her heart that her father would definitely come back to comfort her after a while, and then she would do it by herself.
Just go with me.
Who says little friends don’t care about face? Our little friend Chengen already attaches great importance to the issue of face at such a young age. He is a weird little guy.
"Really not going?" Seeing his daughter turning her head and deliberately not looking at him, Chenghao asked with a smile in his eyes.
The daughter he raised by himself certainly knew that as long as he coaxed her a little, the little one would definitely take a bath with him, but this time he obviously wasn't going to follow the same routine.
"...?" Faced with his father's inquiry, Cheng'en's little friend used a language that he didn't understand. He made a sound of unknown meaning. He didn't know what he was talking about. Anyway, he just didn't give up.
Dad hugs.
"You little talker, no one understands what you are saying. If you act like this, dad will think you don't want to go."
He couldn't help but pinch his daughter's little mouth to prevent the little guy from saying something he couldn't understand. After speaking, Chenghao let go and put the little guy's towel on the bed, turned around and walked to the bathroom, all his movements done in one go.
She secretly turned around and took a look. She didn't expect that her father would really abandon her and leave this time. Little friend Cheng'en didn't care about being angry anymore. She sobbed and picked up her own little towel, her little mouth still mumbling.
He turned over skillfully and slid off the big bed, chasing his father with his short legs.
"This little mouth is very powerful. It doesn't stop for a moment. You can tell yourself whose genes this is."
Sure enough, he heard the noise coming from behind, and knowing that it was his precious daughter who was following him, Chenghao opened the bathroom door and stood by the door, looking at the little guy who came to his feet with a smile on his face, and asked with a smile.
"u~." I don't know if it was a coincidence or something. After asking about it at home, Cheng'en's little friend pouted cutely and spit out a letter.
"That's it. Don't be agitated next time. We Cheng'en have to take the initiative to take a bath and be a clean little baby. Do you understand?"
After receiving his daughter's coincidental reply, Chenghao couldn't help but laugh. Then he knelt down, picked up the little guy, and closed the bathroom door.
Not long after, a certain naughty and happy childish laughter came from the bathroom.
Just as the father and daughter were playing around in the bathroom, and Zheng Hante followed the instructions of his director and led his bodyguards to book a room again, a black Ford nanny car slowly drove into the hotel's underground parking lot.
"Zhien, are you unhappy?"
Reaching out and pressing the electric door button, Uncle King Kong stepped out of the car first. He looked back at Zhien, who was packing his things and preparing to get out of the car, and asked with concern.
"No, uncle, I can go up alone. You guys should go back to the dinner party quickly. Everyone should be waiting for you."
Putting the phone back in his pocket, Zhien smiled and waved to Uncle King Kong, then walked out of the nanny car with his bag on his back.