Evil President 【End】

When Mu Xuan came back, he could clearly see the changes in his sister and Zhui Hun. He saw it, and he finally felt relieved.If Zhuihun could be his brother-in-law, he would absolutely agree with it.

Zhuihun asked about the situation in Dallas in detail, after much deliberation, he decided to go back.Knowing that the two will be in love, Mu Xuan generously patted his chest and asked his sister to go back with Zhuihun.He and William can take care of the company's affairs.

Soon, Zhuihun took Mu Xin back to Dallas.

In that eye-catching and luxuriously decorated apartment building, early in the morning, I heard "dong dong dong" footsteps coming from the stairwell.

Zhixing hurried downstairs, inspecting the dress on his body as he walked.When they went downstairs, Xiao Yanche and Xiao Ji were already sitting at the dining table.

It is rare for Xiao Ji to wear a school uniform. Although he is still developing, he is a natural clothes hanger. Wearing a well-tailored uniform, he looks even more handsome, exuding a faintly natural nobility.

Xiao Che sat next to him, always very quiet.Xiaoji took good care of him, even, he spent more time with Xiaoche than Zhixing, the mother.

Mrs. Liu walked out of the kitchen with the milk and asked, "Where is the young master?"

Zhixing frowned, turned around, and shouted upstairs, "Jie, hurry up! You're going to be late!"

Yan Shengjie walked down lazily, raised his eyes and glanced at her, "If you weren't so enthusiastic this morning..."

Zhixing rushed over to cover his mouth, his face was flushed, lowered his voice, and stared at him, "How can I?! It's your overlord, okay?"

Yan Shengjie raised one eyebrow, Xie Si's eyes were narrowed into lines, and there was a half-smile in his eyes, which made Zhi Xing's face even redder.

Xiao Ji shook his head helplessly, tried the temperature of the milk, and made sure it would not be hot to Xiao Che, so he handed it over, "Xiao Che, drink some milk."

Little Che's pretty face never showed much expression.Although, his daddy and mommy can't help being "out of season" occasionally.

"Miss, young master, hurry up and have breakfast." Mrs. Liu greeted.

Looking at his watch, Zhixing shook his head, "Don't eat, it's almost too late."

Without saying a word, Yan Shengjie took her hand into the dining room, pushed her onto a chair, and raised his eyebrows, "Nothing is more important than your meal." As he spoke, he pushed breakfast in front of her, with one word, "eat."

Zhixing curled his lips, picked up the knife and fork obediently, stuffed it into his mouth indiscriminately, and kept his eyes on Xiaoji, "Xiaoji, don't be nervous when you come to the stage later! Isn't it the governor's award?" , you just treat him like a log!"

Xiao Ji picked up the napkin, gently wiped the corner of Xiao Yanche's mouth, looked back, and looked at her speechlessly.

Obviously she is more nervous, okay?

Yan Shengjie looked at his son on the opposite side, a trace of warmth flashed across his charming face, "Little cat, do you want to go with us?"

Little Yanche raised her astonishingly bright eyes, "Mommy has to take care of little uncle and me at the same time, it will be very hard."

Yan Shengjie shook his head and laughed, this kid puts his mommy first in everything, his father seems to be just a decoration.

"Son~" Zhixing was moved by Xiao Che's thoughtfulness, crossed the table and kissed his son's little cheek.

Xiao Che calmly wiped off what Mommy had smeared on his face with the back of his small hand.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Yan Shengjie gave a few simple instructions to Ah Xian, and left with Zhi Xing and Xiao Ji.

Because Xiao Che was weak and often fell ill, he never went to school, but stayed at home, and Xiao Ji taught him his homework.

After Daddy, Mommy, and little uncle left, he returned to his room, sat on the small chair, squinted his big eyes at the black stick, and muttered to himself, "It seems like it's getting heavier again." some."

"Little Shao, we are going to the hospital!" Lan knocked on the door.

When M is not here, Xiao Che will go to the nearby doctor for examination every month, and will send all the data to M directly.

"Got it." Xiao Che changed his clothes by himself, picked up his cane, opened the door and followed Lan to the hospital.

Because it was specially confessed by M, Xiao Yanche's inspection is in charge of a special person, which saves a lot of trouble.But today the doctor happened to have an urgent matter at home, so he entrusted other doctors to help.

Little Yanche was sitting quietly on the chair. At this moment, the door was pushed open, and a doctor wearing a mask walked in.His hair was a little long in front of his forehead, so long that it almost covered his left eye.

When he came to little Yanche, his right eye fell on the black stick he was holding in his little hand, and a strange flash of light flashed in his eyes.

"Sit in that chair over there."

His voice was very cold, and there was even a trace of unobvious hatred in it.

Xiao Che walked over, climbed up the chair with difficulty, looked at him who was approaching with clear eyes, and suddenly said, "Uncle doctor, you have a strange smell on your body."

The man was startled, looking at little Yanche with even colder eyes, slowly putting his hands into his pockets, "Little friend, what are you talking about?"

Xiao Che's small hand holding the black stick tightened, and said quietly, "You smell different from the old doctor uncle."

Hearing this, he breathed a sigh of relief, took his hand out of his pocket again, and said casually, "We are in different departments, and the drugs we are exposed to are different, so the taste will of course be different."

Xiao Che tilted his little head, just looked at him, and didn't say anything.

He fetched the needle, although his tone was light, "Little friend, we need to draw some blood for examination, don't worry, uncle will be very light, you won't be in pain."

"Why do you need to draw blood?" Xiao Che opened his eyes wide and looked at him for a moment, "That doctor uncle never wanted to draw blood before."

He seemed impatient, "Why do you talk so much? I'm a doctor, and if I say I need to smoke, I'll smoke it! Do you understand? Roll up your sleeves."

His dislike for Xiao Che became more and more obvious, and his tone became a little rude.

Xiao Che frowned, and resolutely refused, "Uncle M said that my blood should not be given to others casually! No one is allowed!" After saying this, he had already jumped off the chair, turned around and was about to leave.

"Damn it, stop!" The man grabbed Xiao Che, picked him up like a chicken, pressed him on the chair, and sneered twice, "Listen, kid, I don't have much patience, you better be obedient! "

Facing his face, Xiao Che clearly saw that his eyes were actually purple.